"Daddy! There's a plane over there! ”

As soon as the words fell, a figure walked in the dust.

"Wouldn't it? Another ghost? Yu Wenke's heart tightened.

Jiang Hao clenched his iron sword tightly and stared at it tightly.

"Uncle Whitehead, that's a man." Xiao Jin saw that the man's whole body was covered with a soft yellow aura, and he could naturally conclude that he was no different from ordinary people.

The man came with ear-length curly hair, a combat camouflage uniform, a longbow on his shoulder, and a quiver on his back.

Tall, burly, with a vigorous and menacing pace.

As soon as he spoke, he broke the credit.

"Wow! The Great War is over?! The curly-haired man's voice was familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

"Who?" Yu Wenke and Jiang Hao said in unison.

Xiao Jin shouted, "You're the uncle of the walkie-talkie!" ”

The curly-haired man's thick black eyebrows furrowed, "Little brat, what are you talking about?" Call me uncle? Are you embarrassed? No matter how I look at it, it's your brother. ”

Xiao Jin glanced at his father embarrassedly, not knowing how to answer.

This uncle looks to be about the same age as his father.

Jiang Hao was surprised: "You are the one who controls the plane remotely?" ”

The curly-haired man crossed his waist with one hand and said with a proud face: "I am the owner of the Gulfstream, my plane has an accident, I will definitely come and see it." ”

His expression suddenly distorted, and he suddenly remembered something, "That's right, my pilot!" ”

The man in camouflage hurriedly ran into the cabin, followed by the group.

By this time the young pilots were awake.

When the shocking mixed-race beauty saw the curly-haired man, she immediately hugged him and kissed and cried: "Boss, I thought I was going to die!" Scared the hell out of me! I have no idea what's going on! ”

"It's okay, it's okay," the curly-haired man gently stroked his beautiful face, "Baby, you just missed an exciting Hollywood show." ”

"Can you see what just happened?" Yu Wenke was very puzzled.

The curly-haired man took out his mobile phone from his knee pocket, and the scene of Jiang Hao raising his sword to slash smokeless was played, and there were struggling ghosts everywhere, the picture quality was clear, and the scene was shocking.

"My plane is full of cameras," the curly-haired man's arrogant gaze moved to the sword in Jiang Hao's hand, and his eyes immediately lit up, "This sword, don't you sell me?" ”

"Not for sale."

"Make a price, whatever you want." The curly-haired man is full of confidence, and this sword is determined to win.

Jiang Hao's eyes were sharp, and he said word by word: "I don't sell swords." ”

"......" The curly-haired man was speechless, he took a deep breath and asked himself, "You don't know how rich I am, so you refuse me, right?" Well, it must be so. It's okay, I understand you poor people. ”

"If you rent a plane for 100,000 yuan for two hours, you are considered poor, I don't know if those who can't even eat enough are considered human beings in the eyes of you rich people. No, I'm saying the other way around. It should be said that rich people like you are not human beings, everyone thinks they are gods, right? "Jiang Hao hates the kind of rich people who love to show off and are arrogant.

"What?! It costs 100,000 to rent a plane? Yu Wenke was surprised, thinking in his heart that his monthly salary was more than 7,000 yuan, and his annual salary was only enough to rent a plane for two hours, which was too extravagant!

"By the way, half of the cost of renting a plane is paid by you." Jiang Hao raised his eyebrows and said, "Thank you, Teacher Yuwen." ”

Yu Wenke's face was embarrassed, and rows of sweat beads appeared on his forehead.

"You can tell by the way I look that I'm the poorest person...... And want to pluck the hair on me. ”

Jiang Hao smiled and said nothing.

"Do you think I don't exist?" The curly-haired man couldn't stand being ignored, and he raised his voice and said, "Everything has a price, and I don't believe that there is anything in this world that can't be bought." Say, how much do you want to sell? ”