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957 Who are you talking about?

"Brother, you may not believe it. When I saw you for the first time, I felt that we had the same effect at first sight. I really envy you for being young and strong. You have become President Luo's right-hand man at such a young age. Your future is absolutely limitless."

Seeing Qiu Hu drooping his eyelids and having no interest at all, the bald middle-aged man took out an exquisitely shaped watch box from his arms and stuffed it into his hand. He blinked his eyes and said, "When we officially sign the contract, I have to ask you to give us a few good words to Mr. Luo. This is a little bit of my wish. I will thank you very much at that time."

"Um."

Qiu Hu casually nodded his head and naturally put the watch box in his pocket.

Since following Luo Tian, ​​he suddenly realized that the world seemed to be much brighter, with endless flattery and endless food and clothing. The beauties, mansions, luxury cars, and dignity that he had seen in the past were completely within his reach.

Even though he still couldn't figure out what kind of existence there was behind Luo Tian, ​​he could feel that the opponent's strength was definitely not inferior to that of the unfathomable Zhao Nianxia beside Wu Bei, and even even better.

An ordinary company boss, no matter how big the business is, it is impossible to travel to some big shots in Jincheng City to visit late at night. How can ordinary businessmen go out for a patrol car to drive the road? Luo Tian feels like a prince left by the emperor among the people.

But how could such a "noble" with a prominent status have any grudges and entanglements with Wu Bei like that?

Qiu Hu never dared to reveal his questions in his heart, because he knew better than anyone else that the more he reached the pinnacle, the more he cared about his gains and losses. He could temporarily settle down with the advantage of being cruel and ruthless, but to plan to go to a higher level, he had to show his own sufficient value, and being taciturn is one of the foundations.

Since the other party had a idea to do Wu Bei, all he needed to do now is to prepare at any time and wait for the opportunity to mature. With Luo Tian's order, he immediately jumped out of the cage like a mad dog.

"Brother Two Ball, here!"

In a random reverie, the bald middle-aged man next to him waved his arms towards the entrance of the teahouse.

"Grandma, please, this broken place is too difficult to find, there are people outside."

Two thin and lonely figures came over panting, and one of the young men with yellow hair complained irritably.

"That is, when we meet again in the future, we will arrange it directly in the crematorium or morgue, so we can identify each other."

The young man with a melon-shaped head next to him also hummed like he was talking crosstalk.

The yellow-haired guy probably was thirsty. After sitting down, he picked up Qiu Hu's teacup and poured it into his mouth. Then he drank a few cups on his own before he returned to normal. He stretched his hands and said, "Give us the target information and deposit, you don't have to worry about the rest."

"I'll introduce it to both of you..."

The other party's straightforwardness may make the bald man a little bit unable to get out of Taiwan, and he will smack his lips if he has nothing to say.

"No need!"

"unnecessary."

Qiu Hu and the two brothers on the other side interrupted in unison.

After saying that, they looked at each other. Qiu Hu usually lifted his mask up a few centimeters, not wanting the other party to see clearly.

These two guys gave him the feeling of being a country bumpkin who had just run from the countryside to work in the city. Not only was he dressed up in a rustic manner, but he also seemed to be inconsistent with the foreword. Therefore, he had no interest in getting to know him.

"We are making money and keep quiet. We are making money, not to make friends. If you can do it, just be more sloppy. If you can't do it, don't waste time."

The young man with a melon-shaped skin lit a cigarette relatively steadily.

"Hurry people and speak quickly, I like it!"

The bald man found a step himself, took out a page of stacked white paper from the bag he carried with him and handed it to the yellow-haired man: "I have written the address of the target and the daily schedule clearly. The deposit will be transferred later, but this time the task is tight, and you only have one night to prepare. I will get the envelope in his safe at this time tomorrow."

"I know!"

The yellow-haired guy waved his hand carelessly and then said to the bald man: "You can start."

“What to start?”

The bald man was a little confused in an instant.

"You're serving food and eating. You'll call us from all over the world and give us a few sips of broken water that are neither salty nor light? You're so stingy."

Huang Mao shouted with confidence, and after saying that, he still sternly said to the melon-pit next to him, "Brother, are you still eating elbows? I was really not satisfied with the food at noon."

"Okay, let's stew the beef again. We who do physical work cannot treat our own health unfairly."

The young man with a melon-shaped skin nodded in response.

"Well, we have to change the place to eat, Brother Qiu, should we join us?"

The bald man patted his forehead with a lot of laughter and tears. The priceless Longjing in front of the rain was said to be broken by two local buns. Who can I ask for reason?

"I have something to do, see you tomorrow."

Qiu Hu stood up very simply and left with a arrogant expression. He did not look at the strange brothers more.

"That guy's nose has been minimally invasive, his nostrils are facing the sky, and I can see his stomach even if I glared."

The yellow-haired cut it out with disdain.

"It's not just the nose. I think his mind is abnormal and he has no politeness at all. My father has said that fish face the waves without damaging their scales; birds fly against the wind and use their feathers. The more they are incompetent, the more they can pretend!"

Melon peel head slanted and her eyes sarcastically mocked her.

"Who did you say?"
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