"Money, give me money!"

Jennifer's snort thickened, her eyes were a little red, and she was obviously a little excited.

Qi Shan grabbed a handful of banknotes and gave her a handful of bills, and said with a smile: "Help me buy an extra copy for me." ”

"Roger, boss!"

Jennifer grabbed the money and turned to run, and there was a large sign hanging on the platform diagonally opposite, which was showing the countdown to the next game.

Qi Shan doesn't care about the stakes, he just doesn't want to be noticed.

In this environment where everyone is crazy, acting too conscious can be very conspicuous.

There were no vacant seats on the left and right, and Qi Shan slowly walked back, staring at the expressions of the spectators on both sides.

Suddenly, a fat man stood up and shouted, "Bastard, you bastard, you actually made me lose two thousand dollars, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!" ”

He trembled with excitement, and the veins in his neck bulged.

Qi Shan walked quickly behind him, punched the artery with a backhand, and the fat man rolled his eyes, took two steps back, and fell down with a thud.

Qishan Shi Shiran walked over, sat in his place naturally, and lit a cigarette.

As the smoke rose up, two black suits walked over quickly, looked at the fat man, and carried them away directly.

The gong sounded, and that was the signal of the end.

The scorching madness in the field cooled down a bit, and it was halftime time.

There was an old man sitting next door, his face flushed with excitement, his hands trembled like chaff, he pinched a bottle of medicine and poured out two pills with great difficulty, and stuffed them into his mouth.

In front of her, a woman with a large wave collapsed in her seat, motionless as if she were dead.

Qi Shan glanced at it twice and turned his attention to the space.

The brass teapot clearly preferred such occasions, and the bloody Colosseum, and the vicious and vicious crowd of people made it happily squirt money.

The 50-centimeter-square space is already half filled, but the water level is still slowly rising.

There was once a report comparing one cubic meter of gold, one cubic meter of US dollars and one cubic meter of renminbi, which is more valuable?

Qi Shan didn't remember the rest of the data, out of curiosity about the dollar, but he clearly remembered the amount of money in a cubic dollar - 100 million dollars.

Then if the 50-centimeter-square space is filled with US dollars, there should be 12.5 million.

Of course, that's just the ideal state, the brass teapot sprays at different angles, there will be a large gap between the papers, and it is good to have 1/3 of the real value.

So it's probably going to be between $300 and $4 million.

Qi Shan nodded, he didn't mind the number at all.

The bout quickly continued, and the winner of the previous time took the stage again, and the first to enter was a burly man, looking at his appearance and the large muscles on his body, Qi Shan thought that he might be Russian.

To be honest, he couldn't read what was written on the board at all.

Three years after graduating from college, I have returned my English to the teacher, and now I can communicate with Americans without barriers, thanks to the fact that there are too many damn Americans in Dajing, and I can meet one or two for each sales task, and over time, I have one more speaking skill.

I didn't expect it to come in handy now.

Jennifer never returned, and Qi Shan was not surprised at all.

That handful of money is at least 5,000, which is definitely a lot of wealth for Americans.

She was so poor that she sold herself, how could she not be tempted.

Of course, this is also the effect Qi Shan wants, and it would be better if the follow-up was as he expected.

The boxing match began, and the commentator's mouth gushed out sentences.

The emotions of the audience were gradually mobilized, and the frantic shouts were wave after wave.

The old man beside him also became excited, stood up suddenly, and shouted the name of the boxer.

It's hard to imagine his gray-haired appearance, trembling just by standing.

Smack!

A small box fell on Qi Shan's leg and was a business card case.

Qi Shan opened it, only to see that it read: Toferis Nuclear Shelter Company, Head of Marketing, Robert Fell, and there was only one phone number behind the business card.

Qi Shan's heart moved, glanced at the old man, and put away the business card box.

The fight was very fast, and one fell in less than five minutes.

To Qi Shan's surprise, it was the burly Russian man who fell, half of his head was deflated, and a large pool of blood flowed out under his body, although his body was still shaking nervously, but he could see that this thing was over.

The brass teapot shook more and the bills squirted more.

Watching the water level continue to rise, Qi Shan was in a particularly comfortable mood.

After a while, the victor came up and fought again, this time perhaps due to physical exhaustion or other reasons, and he was directly killed on the stage, lying there without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The winner receives the cheers.

Most of the audience cursed because they had lost money again.

After the show, the narrator came up and bowed slightly, routinely repeated various words of thanks, and announced the end of the performance tonight.

The audience left one after another, and some people in black suits appeared from the corner and politely guided them.

Looking at their polite actions, it is not at all obvious that they are engaged in this kind of industry.

The exit was in the other direction, where a whole subway was parked, and when everyone got up, the subway slowly started and drove towards the passage.

Only then did Qi Shan realize that it was an abandoned subway station that was being used.

Good idea, really a master!

The subway stops, everyone gets off, the subway closes and returns, disappears without a trace, and the spectators who have been excited for a night also disperse.

By this time, the sky was already hazy.

Qi Shan looked at the exit and chose a 24-hour convenience store.

Pushing open the door and walking in, Qi Shan suddenly smiled.

"What a coincidence, Jennifer, where's my money?"

Jennifer was sitting at a convenient table, and she was a little depressed, and when she heard someone call him, she raised her head and trembled with fright.

"Hannibal!"

Qi Shan walked over and sat beside her and said, "Is there anything to eat?" Give me some, I'm hungry! ”

"Breakfast hasn't been prepared yet, but there's a sandwich left over from last night, do you want it?" The clerk looked at the two of them strangely and asked.

"Two copies!"

"Okay!"

Qi Shan turned his head, "Don't you have anything to say?" ”

"That, I'm sorry boss, I'm really waiting for the money, so just... Jennifer looked at Qi Shan expectantly.

Qi Shan smiled, "Can you tell me where I like to be helpful?" ”

Jennifer was dejected: "Okay, I see. I'll pay you back, 4800 yuan, really! I'll definitely pay it back! ”

The clerk came over with two sandwiches, Qi Shan nodded in thanks, and handed over a hundred-dollar bill.

"Thank you!" Qi Shan smiled and said, "Please give us two more cups of coffee, and you can keep the rest as a tip!" ”

"Oh, how generous you are, sir!"

The clerk was delighted and quickly brought two cups of mocha.