Generally speaking, if the other party is so enthusiastic about saying that the previous paragraph is not very credible, but it took a lot of effort to talk nonsense, you should follow this sentence to some extent.

However, for Erlang God, an old treacherous and cunning who will kill himself when he has the opportunity, he didn't plan to give him a step at all. He'd better just stand there and don't get off the stage.

So, under the silence of the prison painting, the scene became awkward.

Erlang God: "Ahem...... That, brother and sister, how do you charge here? ”

Prison painting: "Eight million one order." ”

Erlang God: "......"

Prison painting: "It's okay to exchange something." You know. ”

Erlang God: "......"

This is a clear robbery! Erlang Shen had a bitter face, and before he could open his mouth to bargain, he listened to the prison painting and said: "No bargaining, no credit, Tong Su is not bullied." ”

I rub!

The green soul sitting on the cash register and playing with his mobile phone is the incarnation of the green ghost, and he feels very uncomfortable with the breath of the immortals, and after Erlang God sits on the sofa, it is like sitting on pins and needles. Still, he didn't leave, but sat there in pain, wanting to hear what the two had to say.

At this time, Qing Soul couldn't help but look up at the two of them. You don't have to open your mouth to know what he's thinking.

Dead girl, drop the money! Greedy! Material! Vulgar!

Of course, Qing Soul didn't know what kind of transaction existed between the prison painting and Erlang God, and naturally he didn't know what the prison painting meant by "exchanging things". If he knew what that "thing" was used for, it was estimated that the eyes of the green soul would be more radiant than the prison painting at this time.

The expression on Erlang God's face was like a kaleidoscope at this time, and he could conjure ten patterns in a second. But in the end, he still put on that enthusiastic expression, licked his face and began to play the emotional card: "Oh, brother and sister, this is just a matter of bringing something to my brother and carrying it easily, you see brother, I have been ...... money recently."

The prison painting blinked his eyes, seemed to listen to Erlang God's words, and then nodded seriously: "You are right." Just as Erlang was overjoyed and wanted to take advantage of this east wind to continue, the prison painting continued: "But we are opening a store to do business, if we give you this order for free, I'm afraid you won't be happy." ”

Erlang God nodded with tears in his eyes. Yes, yes, how caring my younger siblings are, not only taking into account financial difficulties, but also taking care of people's psychological needs, since this is the case, it can be done casually.

"Swap things for them."

Erlang Shen's excited tears instantly turned cold, and flowed backwards down the tear ducts, making his brain hurt.

Ignoring the frozen expression on Erlang God's face, he took a sip of water from his glass.

At that moment, the phone rang at the cash register. Prison drew up to answer the phone, and it was actually the phone call from the secretary who had just left.

Mr. Secretary said that his boss also wanted to entrust them to send something to the people below, but he wanted to communicate in advance and ask what he needed, so as not to bring inappropriate things like him, and trouble people to send people to resell.

Prison Painting suddenly felt that Mr. Secretary's proposal was good. It's a new business to be tapped, but it costs a fee, and it can't be too low. Otherwise, those who can't afford to pay are also clamoring to ask first, and after asking, they will have to have a quilt and collect 1,000 yuan. It's not that I'm afraid, I'm just lazy. Obviously, you can earn more than 100,000 yuan by doing an operation, why do you work here for half a day for a thousand yuan?

Besides, isn't it because the man in front of him is asking for a sky-high price? Thinking that the culprit was this one, the guilt of earning other people's hard-earned money in his heart diminished a lot. After all, it's also your own hard-earned money, isn't it?

"Yes, it's a thousand to pass the word and lead the way."

Mr. Secretary readily agreed. The green soul on the side couldn't help but roll his eyes and went upstairs, and before leaving, he saw that his face was full of anger

Anger and frustration.

Not to mention, seeing his expression, there was actually a kind of pleasure in the prison painting. Recently, I don't know if I've had too much contact with the ghosts of the underworld, and my heart seems to be a little distorted, and I don't have the idea of being soft-hearted at all when I torture this Lord in Tsing Yi, but I am happy to do it.

Should!

Miss Prison, who came a little late during the rebellious period, happily called the Lord Tsing Yi and the pair of "parents" who didn't know where they died, and then hung up the phone.

Then, she saw the sparkling eyes of Jiro God.

"A thousand?"

He almost forgot that he was standing on the board, and in the light of his eyes, he said lightly: "Ten thousand." ”

"You just told people that ...... a thousand thousand"

"Ten thousand."

Wipe!

Erlang, who realized that he had been falsely accused, looked at the prison painting dumbfounded. Although I knew that I would be cheated from the beginning, is it too shameless to be so blatantly exposed by myself and not admit it?

The painting still does not change color.

Remembering his unwavering appearance when he asked for 10 million to buy the broken and thin cheats with the prison painting, Erlang God only felt "snapped" and slapped in the face.

At this time, even Hu Cai, who was sorting out his smartphone, couldn't stand it, and said to the prison painting with a smile: "Boss, I'll go up and see Wu Qi and Xiaobai, don't fight again." ”

With that, he slipped upstairs.

"Brother and sister!" Erlang God finally suppressed the dirty words in his stomach, and continued to beg with a bitter face: "Can you look at my brother's face......"

"Yes."

Erlang God heard that she promised so happily, but he was not very happy in his heart. His intuition told him that there was a back-move.

"Let Xue Yan directly help you pass the word and bring things, no money."

This time, Erlang God didn't say anything bitterly about the good drinking words of the brothers, and his face turned cold. This woman didn't just want to slander him for a book. She was threatening him. It's not the threat of shaking out the things that make you a star in the yang world. Instead, they were threatening him with something more serious.

She saw his embarrassment and knew that he couldn't let someone from the underworld send things to him, so he could only entrust her as a "middleman".

She's not the kind of ordinary agent who has a little bit of a doorway to toss things in the yin and yang worlds. That kind of person can only get some channels from the hands of those who can't get on the stage in the underworld, and the scope of activities is very limited. Unlike prison paintings, he can travel around and inspect in the name of the director of the real estate bureau. Even the director of the real estate bureau who is no longer on duty, with her identity, even if she goes to the bottom of hell and goes around, no one thinks anything is wrong. After all, it is a well-known fact that the environment of the underworld is poor, and there are water leaks everywhere.

Therefore, the person he is looking for must not be an ordinary person. Or rather, in a place where the underworld is very deep and deep.

Not enough for outsiders either.

Or, can't be the way.

When he found out about this store from the one at the King's Landing, he was just trying it out. The agents he knew who were wandering in the sun, no one had yet been able to reach there.

He wanted to try his luck.

Here, however, he saw prison paintings. He knew she could.

But she demanded a lot of money, and even threatened him with this matter.

In this way, let her pass the word and spend 10 million, without a loss.

The prison painting looked at him, and he also looked at the prison painting.

One banter, one vigilance.

In the end, Erlang God still couldn't escape the threat of prison painting. He took a book out of his bosom and shook it in front of the prison screen.

"Send a message and send something, and I'll send you an item when I'm done. Take care to protect your customers**. ”

The prison drew a handful of the book from Erlang God's hand, so fast that Erlang God didn't have time to react.

"Plus a bottle of your pet

of saliva. I hope you're not talking about a Peppa Pig figure SpongeBob SquarePants keychain. ”

"Don't worry, you'll be satisfied."

The deal, and that's it.

Walking out of the prison painting shop, Erlang God felt that the sun in the sky was a little dazzling.

"Hey, it's sunburning, can you stop it?!"

The sun didn't move, but a dark cloud came, which blocked the sunlight and paid for Erlang Zhenjun's pretense.

Jiro proudly put on his mask and sunglasses, sat on Nissan who was parked at the door and left.

It's hard to imagine that a popular traffic student would drive a car at this price.

Although the god of Erlang is called "god", it is just a name, a title. In fact, he is still far from the real "God". This means that heaven and earth still have restraints on him, and if I do my own thing, I will have to bear the corresponding punishment.

As a celestial immortal, being a star in the yang world is nonsense at best. But to stretch out your hand to the grave is trespassing. Heaven and earth, yin and yang, each has its own division of labor, and there are many intricate relationships in between. In your own post, even if you are free to eat a vegetarian meal, at most you will be fined. But if you meddle in someone else's jurisdiction, they will settle accounts with you.

What does this Erlang Zhenjun want to do? desperately made money in the sun, pretended to be injured and disappeared from the entertainment industry for a period of time, sold his luxury car, and found someone to bring words and things to the people in the underworld. He's not doing it for any hobby, it's obviously for someone to work hard.

Turning around, he sat back on the couch and flipped through the newly acquired exercise cheats. I just received a big business and was in a happy mood. No matter what big things he Erlang God wants to do, as far as he is concerned, it is just to visit a prison and make a word and earn a cheatbook, which is equivalent to leaving a lot of money.

Why not?

As for whether it will cause chaos......

What the hell is going on with her?

With such a mental achievement, the mood of prison painting is more relaxed. Holding the bottle of mineral water filled with an unknown liquid, he walked upstairs in a leisurely manner.

Upstairs, Wu Xiao was still competing with the unicorn Xiaobai. He is a spirit wolf, and Xiaobai is a spirit animal. Wu Hu relied on his cultivation to suppress Xiao Bai, but Xiao Bai felt that it was not for nothing that he had been nurtured by the God of Killing for so many years, and he wanted to fight with Wu Hao. Now one black and one white are grinning at each other, and there is a Hu Cai standing in the middle.

"Yo, what are you doing!" He pulled a chair and sat down next to him, and wanted to unscrew the cap of the bottle and drink water. Fortunately, she stopped the car in time and put the bottle of unknown liquid on the small coffee table next to her.

"Let's get started, I'll take a look."

Hu Cai looked at the prison painting inexplicably. These two are the boss's pets, and the other is a killer weapon used to deal with the boss's enemies in the future. The boss is such a careful and gentle beautiful little girl, why is she so violent?

Although he thought so in his heart, Hu Cai obediently retreated from the middle and gave up the stage to the two spirit beasts.

"Whew!" Ebony's eyes glowed green. This is a precursor to the start of the fight.

"Shhh The unicorn lowered its head and aimed its horns at the black horse, ready to attack.

"But let's talk about it first, if you two fight, if there are any casualties, it won't matter. If this house is damaged a little bit because of the two of you, I'll pull your skin off and sell it. Tut-tut, look at how much this decoration costs! ”

……

The two beasts in the room looked at the prison painting in amazement.

Green Soul: When did you spend money on the renovation of this house? Isn't it Lao Tzu's brainchild?

Wu Hao: Boss, why are the casualties forgotten? Boss, do you love me or not?

Unicorn: The magic of love goes round and round, and my fur is worthless.

Hu Cai: Sure enough, money is the most important thing!