After about fifteen seconds, Ian said, "I don't have any reason, I heard that there are beautiful nuns in the Gorsk Convent, I, I'm here to play with the girls of the monastery, does that count?" ”

At the dinner table, the banker couldn't help but laugh at first.

The girl next to the spice merchant smiled: "Look, this person is so boring. ”

Spice Merchant: "Look, Ian, what is the name of the abbey, Holy Lady Abbey, you person, I have to say you, you do this, you have no brains, are you the big brother of the underworld?" Big brothers in the underworld are people with brains. ”

The banker smiled and said, "Brother Soprano, do you have any money?" If you want to communicate with the Holy Maiden, it costs a lot of money, hahaha..."

The dean grimaced: "Mr. Ian, you can go." ”’

Ian: "I'm a reasonable person, and you're all like janitor bastards!" ”

Ringer then said: "Sir, impulsive, impulsive is the devil, let me introduce myself, my name is Ringer, I am a monk of the monastery, and I am also the abbot..."

The Great Devil reacted quickly and immediately said, "Assistant, my assistant, Brother Ringer is the best monk in our monastery. ”

Ringer continued: "Mr. Ian, this is not a brothel, this is not a place for you to mess around, I know you have money, but spending money in a monastery, not in this way, God will fix you, if you really have money..... If you really have money..."

Ian pulled a stack of bills out of his pants pocket and shook it.

"Damn, don't you just want money! Fundraising, Lao Tzu is here to raise donations, can you stay, fuck! ”

On the surface, Ian is indeed not wearing clothes made of burlap like a rich man, it looks like this is a very poor underworld brother, the kind that mixes very poorly, no wonder the old man won't let him in.

Perhaps, people like to be low-key and deliberate.

There is also the possibility of saving money and honoring the nuns.

Ringer immediately said: "It's just, this is the VIP seat, you, you have this money....."

Ian pulled out another stack and slammed it on Ringer's face.

"Is it enough!!"

Ringer touched his face, picked up the money again, and said to the colonel: "General, what do you think?" He couldn't get along with money. ”

The colonel said, "Dean, Brother Ringer is right, with this reckless guest here, we can add some fun to the table, and we can have dinner." ”

The big devil of the courtyard applauded, snapped, three times.

"Alright, the pre-dinner entertainment is over, welcome His Excellency General Victor, welcome Mr. Fim the banker, welcome Mr. Roke, the big boss, and welcome Mr. Ian, the fighter for freedom...... Visit the St. Virgen Monastery in Gorsk ....."

Dinner began, Ian's ear was bleeding, it wasn't a big problem, he only cared about drinking, eating meat silently, and staring at the captain of the guard behind the colonel.

Ringer stuck to the banker, diligently pouring wine, toasting, and when he spoke, the words were full of money, money, money.

The banker could not understand and asked the secretary to take the briefcase, and the secretary himself went to open the briefcase, put his hand in it, and tinkered inside, but his eyes were secretly communicating with the banker.

The secretary pulled out a small envelope.

Ringer was staring at him and said, "Mr. Bank, do you want to take this envelope with Mr. Ian's money?" It's a little too small. “

The banker snatched the briefcase, asked the small envelope to be stuffed back, and pulled out a large envelope full of banknotes.

"The secretary got it wrong, Dean Molly, I'm a big believer in God, and God made me earn money...."

As soon as the banker's confession ended, the big devil's unceremonious subordinates couldn't close their mouths with smiles, the bankers raised donations, and the spice merchants felt toothaches, look, Ian, such a poor bastard, they all raised a stack of donations, and they were a big boss, and they couldn't drop the price, and they also raised a large stack of banknotes.

Everyone looked at the colonel.

The colonel fumbled in his jacket pocket, but did not reach for his hand

"I donate..."

There was silence at the dinner table.

"As an Imperial soldier, protecting you is my job."

Suddenly, the colonel coughed violently, and the guards helped him and left the table early.

Ian suddenly became angry: "Look, what the is this, what the is this, this person is a person with status and status, coughing when he says donating money, pretending to be disgusting, don't you feel disgusting?" ”

These words, the dean and Ringer both went out, they did not hear, for fear that something would happen to the general.

Hearing Ian say this, the banker stared at Ian: "Shut up, are you fucking the convent asking for donations?" Stupid! ”

The spice merchant also scolded: Pig! Stupid pig! "As an underworld boss, you should know how to see the wind and rudder, and you are exquisite, I know a lot of underworld brothers, where did you come out of the big brother? You've caused me to lose a lot of money, that's five thousand! ”

Banker: "I'm 10,000, Brother Soprano, how many are you?" ”

Ian was stunned, and his eyes rolled: "I won't tell you, say, who knows what kind of general is coming from?" ”

The banker turned sideways and asked, "Big brother, I advise you, don't come nonsense." ”

Ian picked up the dinner knife, and with a snap, the knife was stuck on the table.

"I'm going to come here, what can he do with me?"

The banker smiled casually: "Then take it easy, when you fight, just don't hurt the innocent." “

The spice merchant smiled: "Ian, how you fight with the general, it has nothing to do with me, I just care, how much money will this general donate if he doesn't cough?" ”

Banker: "No more than five hundred dollars." ”

Spice Merchant: "No more than eight hundred dollars." ”

Ian: "Ten dollars, maximum." ”

"Nerves!"

The banker was the first to leave the table, and the dinner was very depressed, and he had planned to donate only 1,500 yuan.

The spice merchant was gone, leaving Ian, who ran out and brought all his brothers to the VIP table, and it just so happened that the brothers were all VIPs now.

The colonel's residence is in the wooden building where the dean lives

The dean entertained him as the first guest of honor, and she cleaned up a room alone for the colonel to recuperate, and it was quiet and crowded.

Unexpectedly, when donating money, the general actually coughed non-stop, which made the big devil very disappointed.

"The general's pocket is very thin, and when I was holding him, I touched it."

On the way back to the table, the big devil said.

"Maybe it's a check?"

"I hope so."

When they returned to the VIP table, they were dumbfounded, and a group of bandit-like people were turned upside down inside.

This meal is inedible.

Ian gloated: "I'm collecting donations, aren't I allowed to have a meal?" ”

The big devil said coldly: 'Eat, be careful to die!' ”