Moreover, the money is paid in full and will be available tomorrow morning.

The contract is regarded as compensation for me by the coal generation, but in my heart, I am extremely resistant to this compensation in the nature of charity. Even if it hurts Fang Zhou's colleagues.

In the end, I rejected this contract.

For no other reason, Fangzhou will be finished in another year. I can't take this long-term contract.

After saying that, the coal generation suddenly took out something from behind and put it on the table.

"In this matter, the most aggrieved person is Assistant Tong. Hungry and Zihua, as well as the hungry Li family, can't stand you."

"This painting...... Hungry don't have the face to ask. Just send it off."

Looking at the Songyang Han Botu sent by the coal generation, my heart was shocked and I hurriedly grabbed his hand: "Old lady, I can't take it. You take it back."

The coal generation in turn pressed my wrist and shoved the Songyang Han Baitu into my hand: "This painting is worth 90 million outside, but I actually only spent 1 million."

"You bought 90 million paintings for only 1 million. You know it's worth a lot of money, but you don't have any extra money."

"You can't find a second one in the world."

"Zihua can make a friend like you who changes his head, it is his blessing, and it is also my Li Sanmao's blessing."

I froze in place, a little moved, and more confused.

I was surprised that a reckless man like the coal generation, who had risen from the bottom, could treat money as dung.

The coal generation is right, this painting was indeed bought by them for 1 million, but its value is not 1 million, not 10 million, but a full 90 million.

90 million was given to me without blinking an eyelid, such a spirit, how many people in the world can have!

But painting, I really can't take it!

Kill and take it!

Ninety million cause and effect, I can't bear it!

"Brother Tong, you're right, these ancient paintings and antiquities really have spirituality. I dreamed of Qianlong last night. He said I shouldn't have it." Look at the book

"Lord Qianlong also said that our Li family can't afford this painting."

"I have to give the painting out, so that our Li family can be safe for generations, hundreds of sons and grandchildren."

I understand what the coal generation meant.

Qianlong's dream is fake, cut off the fuse of the war between me and the old despicable Songyang Han Baitu This Dongfeng 41 is true!

The coal generation sent me the intercontinental nuclear bomb of Han Baitu, and also cut off the last root of the relationship between the Li family and Han Baitu.

From then on, the Li family had nothing to do with this Han Botu!

The market value of Hanbotu is 90 million, which is indeed expensive, and it will be even more expensive in the future. But in the hearts of the coal generation, its price is only one million, and two wagons of refined coal do not need to be filled.

One million to buy the Li family's generational peace, this business is very cost-effective!

Humbertu, in the end I still took it.

If I don't take it, the coal generation will burn him.

Going around in circles, the painting came full circle and came back into my hands.

In the dark, it seems that there is a fixed number.

This million bought the cause and effect worth 90 million, and in the end, it was up to me to carry it.

I had a prediction about the old despicable man who rescued the three, but I didn't expect him to be determined to protect the three.

This is not in his temperament.

On second thought, the old despicable can really do it in order to hit me.

One is to show his strength in forcing the grid, and the other is to blow my confidence.

If I can send the three in, he will be able to bail them out.

He's better than me, a little person in Fangzhou!

I poured a heavy cannon the day before yesterday, and today I returned the heavy artillery that I remember even more ruthlessly.

In addition to tying the score, it also highlights the determination of the old despicable to put me to death.

The coal generation in pajamas personally sent me to the door of the Great Wall Hotel, personally opened the car door for me, and said a heartfelt word to me.

"Brother Tong, people don't say anything when they are in difficulty, and don't whip when they are in danger. You also

Don't fight them. You're still young, you slow down, survive them, and you'll win."

It was early in the morning when I returned to Fangzhou, and the taxi driver stopped at the dilapidated gate of Fangzhou, unwilling to go in again.

Moreover, the taxi driver also refused to give me a ticket under the pretext that the invoice was gone.

I didn't say anything, and just threw a red bill over. The driver didn't know what was going on, and his temper was quite bad, chewing on his mouth while taking out the money.

I didn't pay attention to him, but sat quietly in the car and waited for a fill-up.

At the door of the night snack opposite, three drunkards were beating a thin man. While fighting, he scolded and scolded himself.

The man who was beaten lay on the ground, did not hold his head or shrink his feet, and let the three of them do it.

"Fuck you!"

A drunken man cursed and kicked the man on the ground in the leg, sliding to the ground and falling to the ground.

"Catch him, don't let him run."

The drunken accomplice was furious, and immediately joined forces with another drunkard to bend down and pull the man by the hair, dragging him to the side like a dead dog.

The moment I saw that head, I couldn't help but be stunned, and then my whole body exploded, and my blood was racing.

subconsciously wanted to slam the door and get out of the car, but then he held back and snorted coldly.

At this moment, the man on the ground suddenly turned over, threw out half of the brick in his hand, and hit the other party's fat pig's head.

Immediately, the fat man let out a terrible scream like killing a pig, covered his mouth and nose and squatted down, and blood came from his mouth and nose.

"Fat man, how are you?"

Drunken Ghost A immediately abandoned the man on the ground, picked up the fat man and took his hand away, and immediately screamed in shock.

The fat man's nose was flattened, blood gushing wildly, and he was almost human.

The man on the ground looked at each other, and his blood-covered face showed a hideous and crazy smile: "Sorry for your mother. Come on. Let's fight again."

"Dare to scold Brother Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will kill you."

"!"

The drunken ghost armor cracked his eyes and roared angrily, "Third brother, go get a knife. Lao Tzu wants to kill him! Avenge the fat man."

The rest of the drunken ghost was dressed as a chef, and when he heard the call of the drunken ghost, he immediately staggered back into the snack bar and came out with a sharp knife.

"Pull him up!"

"Lao Tzu wants him to see with his own eyes, this knife *** his stomach."

The chef drunken man was a little sober and hesitated.

The drunken ghost took the sharp knife from the cook's hand, cursed a word of waste, and rushed to the side of the man underground, and killed the man with a single knife in the chest.