Uncle Ya stroked his beard and sighed: "You still have to respect the will of the people, so be it."

With this sentence, all the crises disappeared.

When I passed by, Uncle Ya gave me a look.

A few of us quickly followed, and followed him out the door.

On the way, I couldn't help but ask, "Why are you giving him a respite?"

"Aren't you afraid of a resurgence?"

Uncle Ya reacted, "The dog is in a hurry, not only jumping off the wall, but also biting people, he has reached this point now, and he can't force him anymore."

When he said this, I didn't understand it even more: "He's like this, and he doesn't have the capital to turn over, right?"

Uncle Ya suddenly paused and turned his head to look at me seriously.

"He's holding you***, are you afraid?"

As soon as I said this, I suddenly felt a cool breeze on my back.

This is an idea that I never thought of.

Uncle Ya chuckled a few times: "Wouldn't it be nice to let you step on his shoulder and take another step up instead of completely ruining him?"

"Smack!"

Uncle Ya's fan gently poked me in the chest and said mysteriously.

"Don't run around lately, your good things are coming."

Before I could continue to ask, Uncle Ya had already strode out.

Preventing the yellow-robed Taoist priest from joining the Everspring Society is tantamount to preserving the foundation.

It's worth it to be so busy.

Still, I didn't dare to stop.

The matter of inspiration is not finished yet!

I gathered the borrowed people together, but fortunately there were no casualties, and I was able to explain to the master.

The swallows sent us back to the Inspiration Conception in a truck.

This time, Master Zhike did not stop me again and allowed me to enter the mansion of the master.

The head of the house sat in the center of the hall, reading the beads with one hand, and looked at me calmly.

"Yo, is this a triumphant return, or are you here to lose money?"

I walked up to him and sat down, "No harm, all will be returned."

"When I left, you asked me what kind of person I was, do you have an answer now?"

The head sneered a few times and shook his head: "If you can't even protect them, then you're really sorry for the name of the little fairy."

"Still sitting down?" He looked me up and down, "What do you mean, is there anything else?"

I was stunned when he asked this, isn't this nonsense?

"What did you think of what happened last time?"

The head shook Erlang's legs: "Are you stupid, or do you think I'm stupid?"

"Just such a thing can prove your ability? You just want to sit in my place?"

I stared at him for a moment and whispered, "What do you mean?"

He leaned over and leaned over me, "I'm here for the money."

The boss made a gesture to check the money and smiled mysteriously at me.

I nodded, and understood everything, "You're not asking for money, you're trying to see me make money for you."

"Yes, that's what it means!"

"So, you want me to be your money-making machine?"

He spread his hands, and his face was still warm, but it was clear that he was convinced of me.

"As for me, I also inquired. You have all your belongings now, and you only have a broken stall, don't you just want to find a backer when you come to me?"

is worthy of an old fox, and he unknowingly got rid of the investigation.

Indeed, I need a tree with a large enough foundation right now.

Everything that has happened recently shows one thing - Mo Nan will become more and more chaotic.

Whether it's a teahouse or my stall, I can't resist such a strong wind and waves at all.

Being known to him about my thoughts is tantamount to giving him a chance to eat me.

The boss took out a small notebook from the drawer, tore one off, and patted it gently in front of me.

"Get the money back and negotiate terms with me."

I took the note and found that there was only a string of phone numbers on it.

After a little hesitation, I slipped the note into my pocket and agreed.

However, I knew in my heart that even if I did, he would still give me problems.

Since he found out what I was up to, he should know what I was capable of.

His so-called temptation is nothing but a white prostitute in another sense.

Businessmen will always be this face.