If......

If I had embezzled enough, sold enough fakes, made a huge amount of receipts, and squeezed employees to deduct wages, I would not have had more than 1.5 million on my bank card.

At this time, the manager was desperate, hating himself for not being ruthless enough, and only embezzled more than one million in Furen Shopping Mall, and did not embezzle more.

"Master, don't go, I'll give you money, and I'll give you all my net worth of 580,000." The manager crawled towards the red light with a handful of snot and tears, and continued: "Master, I'm just a small manager, I can't make a few dollars a year, there really is only so much!" ”

The red light instantly enveloped him, and at the same time, there was Master Luo in the yellow robe.

Yang Jian shrugged his shoulders, and it was also expected that a manager would make so much money, which was almost reasonable.

He didn't pay attention to the manager who crawled over, but looked at Master Luo in the yellow robe, showed a smile and said: "Master Luo, 10 million, save your life, plus make a friend, support cash transfers, or mortgage of goods, loans." ”

Jiang Xiaobai dug his nose and didn't have any expression.

He has a bank card in his hand, which is handled with Yang Jian's ID card, he doesn't have an ID card, even if he contacts the headquarters, his identity doesn't know why, and he can't get a bank card.

At this time, there were 90 million in the bank card, all of which he earned, of which 50 million was obtained by selling ghost babies, and 30 million was 'Zhao Kaiming' Let the two of them look at the wages of Dachang City.

As for the remaining 10 million, it was a deception...... Well, make a friend, the other party sees that he is handsome, and he sends it.

Yang Jian looked at Master Luo with a smile, and that expression was as fake as it could be.

"I have more than three million on my card." Master Luo of the yellow robe had a bitter face, gone, all gone, once he returned to before the liberation, he flickered himself...... The money earned by virtue of his ability is all gone.

His heart was bleeding, but he had to hand it over, and he had already seen three headless corpses standing on the first floor coming, and then pierced through this layer of red light and continued to try.

This kind of ability, which can be called in the novel of cultivating immortals, he has never seen it, let alone heard of it, and the third eye on the other party's forehead made him a little panicked.

That's a dead man's eye!

Yang Jian shook his head and said, "Master Luo, three million is not enough to save your life, ten million, Boss Tang was also at this price just now." ”

Yang Jian paused, and repeated again: "Support the mortgage of the item, the loan." ”

Master Luo in the yellow robe still wanted to quibble, but seeing that the red light on his body was disappearing, he cried and touched the bag: "3.19 million Land Rover car keys." ”

"It's still not enough." Yang Jian shook his head slightly, but the red light that enveloped Master Luo had already covered it.

Master Luo in the yellow robe pulled his neck, stroked the Buddha beads in his hand, touched the underwear on his chest, and couldn't stop tears from flowing out, and said: "Hetian Jade Buddha pendant 580,000, Hetian Jade Buddha beads 660,000, these five 200 grams of gold, 1.2 million, that's all I have all over my body." ”

"8.63 million." Yang Jian looked at Master Luo's clothes and shook his head, the yellow robe is a real yellow robe, but the gold thread on it is fake, and said secretly: "It seems that Master Luo can't squeeze oil and water on his body, but it's a pity that Boss Tang has made friends, so it's not good to knock ...... Make friends a second time. ”

"Okay then." Yang Jian showed a sincere smile, and Jiang Xiaobai beside him rolled his eyes with a look of contempt.

Yang Jianquan didn't see it, took out his mobile phone and walked over, patted Master Luo on the shoulder cordially, lifted him up with one hand, stood up, and said, "Oh, friend, you see, you're all sitting on a dusty ass, come and I'll pat you on the back." ”

Symbolically patted the air, Yang Jian took the other party's car keys, jade pendant, Buddha beads, five pieces of gold, opened the mobile phone bank card, and let Master Luo look at the bank card on it.

Master Luo of the yellow robe understood, snot and tears took out the iPhone, opened the bank card, and began to transfer money.

Yang Jian looked at this Apple mobile phone, his eyes lit up, and he patted Master Luo's shoulder again, cough, cough, his throat was uncomfortable, and he coughed lightly twice.

Master Luo in the yellow robe snorted and understood ...... again.

The transaction was completed, and the red light flashed, and Master Luo in the yellow robe had already appeared outside, standing among several special case handlers.

Master Luo in the yellow robe saw an acquaintance, Boss Tang.

Boss Tang was being interrogated by a special case-handling officer, and beside him, two case-handling personnel were holding guns, and the muzzles of the guns were turned towards Master Luo.

"Don't shoot, I...... Own. Master Luo in the yellow robe instantly raised his hands, eager to slap his two mouths, and said all the nonsense of his own people.

These heavily armed case-handling personnel are not their own people at first glance.

"Squat down with your head in your hands."

A special case-handling officer spoke, looked at the red light in the Furen shopping mall, retracted his gaze, and stared vigilantly at Master Luo in the yellow robe.

Master Luo in the yellow robe did so, squatting, and while squatting, he felt a little itch in his neck, and subconsciously reached out and scratched it.

Fortunately, the other special case-handling personnel didn't care, as long as the person was not in danger, it was fine.

Name:

It's still the special case-handling officer who spoke just now.

Master Luo in the yellow robe explained honestly, scratched his neck, and stopped itching, but he felt that there seemed to be something more in his mind, but he couldn't say the specifics.

Soon, the two were put into a police car and driven to the police department to make a record.

When the manager saw Master Huang Pao Luo being sent away, he was ecstatic, but the expression on his face was like a dead mother, and he crawled to the feet of Yang Jian little by little, hugged the other party's calves, and said, "Master, save me!" ”

"836+58, it's only 9.21 million, it's still a little worse." Yang Jian complained, kicked his legs, and handed over the mobile phone with a disgusted face, so that the other party could see the bank card number clearly.

"Okay, I remember, master, send me out and I'll transfer you money immediately!" The manager played his identity as a love of money to the fullest, and he was already swearing in his heart that he would transfer money immediately when he went out, and he would definitely get two cards next time, and he would never let you see the numbers on my bank card.

Yang Jian didn't say anything, the red light flashed, and after waiting for about two minutes, 580,000 arrived.

Now the amount of this bank card in his hand is a total of 89.21 million, a proper nouveau riche, a rich second generation.

It's just that neither of them has anything to be happy about, and when they become ghost handlers, maybe money is of little use except for buying gold and speculating on gold.

"Severity won't be haunted by ghosts, will it?" Jiang Xiaobai said.

"Maybe it's dead, the ghost is resurrected." Yang Jian said, feeling that it was inappropriate, and added: "Maybe we should take a gold body bag, put him up after the resurrection of the ghost, and then sell it." ”

"You're so interested in money?" Jiang Xiaobai looked surprised.

"I'm not interested, I'm not interested in money at all." Yang Jian was expressionless, looked up at the third floor, took a step forward, and the figure disappeared in place: "It's still the same, you are responsible for solving the ghosts, and I am responsible for hurrying." ”

After getting along for a long time, Yang Jian found that Jiang Xiaobai knew himself very well, or was very keen, and when he encountered supernatural events, he didn't want to run, but to look for patterns.