After being scolded by the scattered person, Zhao Wenhui was confused.

However, because of the old lady's age, he was embarrassed to get angry and continued to go forward and shoot the door.

"Little Red Man, the ghost is dead long ago, don't scream here."

The old lady cursed and cursed.

At this time, the closed door slammed open, and before you could see anyone, a burst of scolding came first.

"Immortal things are like eating feces every day. My mouth is poisonous and smelly. Even if you die eight hundred times, I will live a good life."

"You are a bastard who is not a man or a woman, I should have let your father get you on the wall. Keeping it is a scoundrel."

...

The two sides quarreled and verbal war, and Jiang Yuan and Zhao Wenhui looked at each other.

The two of them looked into the door. A fat man with short hair and chicken coop head was wearing a large T-shirt covered with stains, and his arms were almost thicker than Zhao Wenhui's thighs.

If the other party didn't say anything, he wouldn't be able to tell at all that he was a woman.

Sweat beads emerged from Zhao Wenhui's forehead, swallowed his saliva, and said with a dry smile.

"Brother Yuan, we must have come to the wrong place. Why don't you go back and ask again."

"Since you come, you can rest assured. Wait until you talk about it, you can't go there in vain."

Jiang Yuan said slowly with a calm look on his face.

Zhao Wenhui opened his mouth and wanted to speak but stopped, and finally swallowed the words back.

The two of them quarreled and squirted about countless spits.

After all, the old lady was old and couldn't hold on to her physical strength, so she still lost and left with her head down.

The fat man who won the victory stared at the two of them with his hips and asked with a bad expression.

"You two were knocking on the door?"

Zhao Wenhui was afraid that she would curse as soon as she opened her mouth, so he quickly explained.

"We knocked on the wrong door."

"Are you sick?"

The fat man threw his hand and was about to close the door, but Jiang Yuan took a step forward and pressed his feet against the door.

"We're here to find you."

The fat man looked annoyed, stared at the two of them with a bad expression, and said with a sneer.

"One of you said yes, and the other said no, are you kidding me here?"

Zhao Wenhui smiled bitterly. He was really worried when he met such a shrew.

Jiang Yuan was much calmer and said straight to the point.

"It was Liu Wentao who introduced us."

When the fat man heard this name, he was furious.

"This little bastard borrowed me five hundred dollars last time, but he has not paid it back yet. Where is he? I want to beat him to death."

Zhao Wenhui looked at his big and thick body and couldn't help but worry for Liu Wentao.

Jiang Yuan's heart moved and said.

"We are here today to pay back the money for him."

When the fat man heard this, his expression became much better. He hesitated for a moment and moved away from his huge body.

"Okay, you two come in and sit down and talk slowly."

She tilted and twisted into the door first, and Jiang Yuan noticed that one of her right legs was slightly slapped.

The house is a common rural bungalow. As soon as Zhao Wenhui entered the room, he almost vomited it out on the spot.

Leftover takeaways and rotten garbage were piled up everywhere, emitting a foul smell. The only thing that could be seen was probably a bed with two or three mobile phone holders on it.

The eldest young master, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, had never felt this attitude. He waved his hand and said in a embarrassed manner.

"You two are talking here, I'll go out first."

The fat man's eyes flashed with anger and turned his butt on the bed, and said lazily.

"You can get out of here if you put the money down."

Jiang Yuan did not respond, but said to himself.

"We have established a new team and will participate in the secondary league next week. There is currently a lack of a jungle position."

"Tell me something is useless?"

The fat man rolled his eyes and said with a sneer.

Jiang Yuan was not angry. He took out a rusty prize from the garbage dump on the ground. He blew the dust on it and could vaguely see the words "Dragon and Tiger Cup Champion".

He put the trophy on the table and glanced at the content written on the wall with a marker. These seemingly messy and if you look closely, they were all about some details about the wild area of ​​Kings Canyon.

"We need a jungler, and you need money, I think it's necessary for us to talk about it."

"It's ridiculous. I just order a few takeout every day. What does it cost?"

The fat man curled his lips and said indifferently.

"It's really not a big deal to order takeout, but taking medicine is different."

Jiang Yuan's eyes fell on the scattered medicines on the table, many of which were all complicated foreign languages, and were obviously imported goods.

The fat man's pupils shrank, and his eyes showed solemnity for the first time. He looked up and down at Jiang Yuan and said slowly.

"With such a keen observation, isn't anyone telling you that it's easy for you to lose your friends?"

“On the contrary, I have many friends.”

Jiang Yuan shrugged and said calmly.

The air in the room was a little frozen. The two of them looked at each other for a moment. The fat man gritted his teeth, raised four fingers, and said in a deep voice.

"Okay, but the price I want is not cheap, I have to pay 40,000 yuan a month."

When Zhao Wenhui, who was outside the door, said in anger when he heard this, he looked impatient and said unhappy.

"Your price is too outrageous. The basic salary of a professional league player is only about 20,000 yuan per month. Why are you twice as expensive as others?"

"I can prove my value, the absolute value of this number."

The fat man snorted coldly.

Jiang Yuan agreed readily and blurted out.

"Okay, go to the team's training base first. It's useless to just say it, but also to prove it by strength."

The fat man was not shy, got up from the bed, took off the cell phone at the head of the bed, and got into the car with the two of them.

In the narrow carriage, the odor emitted almost spit out Zhao Wenhui.

He had to open the car window and turn on the air conditioner until the cold air was cold before he could barely suppress the odor.

This road has never felt so long. When Zhao Wenhui finally couldn't hold on, he came to the training base.

As soon as the car stopped, he got out of the car as if he was running away.

Jiang Yuan's face was always as usual, and for him these were just small scenes.

The three of them walked into the office building, with strange eyes all the way. Fortunately, Zhao Wenhui led the way, otherwise the security guard would not have let the fat man come in at all.

When he arrived at the team's training room, Liu Wentao was playing the ranking alone. When the fat man saw him as if he had seen an enemy, he stepped forward in two steps and grabbed his neck.

"When will you pay back what you owe me?"

Liu Wentao's face turned red after being pinched, and he almost vomited old blood. He coughed for a long time and said helplessly.
Chapter completed!