Zhou Zulong didn't want to ask for it, because he worked smoothly and was a little busy recently, but he couldn't refuse, after all, taking other people's money and using other people's time, others are not sorry, what are you sorry for?

"Paper, what kind of paper!" Zhou Zulong was shocked. I bought steamed buns and milk tea to eat and walked on the road, feeling the cool air in the morning, walking on the road.

Some people have discussed whether Kokang Hills is the place near a road. In the evening, Zhou Zulong and everyone were told that they were going to Fengsheng Tourist Area tomorrow, and they could choose to go or not.

Zhou Zulong looked at the many people standing in front of him, all of them were women, they were making boxes, and the glue was applied quickly, and then Zhou Zulong took a few pieces of paper, took the things and left.

After countless days and nights, today is the thirteenth. The next day, Zhou Zulong got up early, looked at his watch, and after eight o'clock, he washed up and left.

But that's just a fantasy, after all, gold is expensive and heavy, the most expensive thing Zhou Zulong has ever seen is a bicycle of tens of thousands, and the best bicycle material is aluminum alloy.

"Aren't you going?" A woman sent a message to her boss, and she looked a little feminine, which should be said to be feminine.

Chapter 8 of "Collected Stories": Holding the paper is being typed by hand, please wait a moment,

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