College Storm: Beautiful men are not easy to mess with

Chapter 171

Lu Yiwei and Song Jiao were companions. In the afternoon, Song Jiao had just appeared in the classroom.

Throughout the afternoon class, Lu Yiwei's eyes would look at Song Jiao from time to time.

The school bell rang.Lu Yiwei looked at Song Jiao, opened his mouth, and before the call came out, Song Jiao walked out of the classroom first.Lu Yiwei packed his things and followed him out.

"Hey, Lu Yiwei, what do you want to do?" Song Jiao crossed his arms around his chest and stood at the door with his slender legs crossed, looking at Lu Yiwei with a queenly posture.

Although the two are companions, although Song Jiao is very familiar with the student union, the two don't know whether they have an unknown hatred or they don't even call as friends. In short, no matter what occasion they meet, these two people rarely meet. What is the intersection.

Lu Yiwei stopped when he heard Song Jiao's voice.

Song Jiao looked at Lu Yiwei, then looked at the students who walked out of the classroom, pretending to be unintentional but actually gossiping and looking at the two students, pretending to be curious: "What? Do you have any secrets to reveal?"

Lu Yiwei shook his head: "I just want to do business with you."

"FBI?" Song Jiao raised his eyebrows, Lu Yiwei, no, it should be said that the entire student union has never done business with the FBI.

Lu Yiwei nodded.

Song Jiao showed his ability to change his face in a second, and immediately looked at Lu Yiwei with a smile on his face, and his voice softened instantly: "Come on, let's go to the FBI office to talk."

Knowing the FBI's business rules for third parties to leave on their own, Lu Yiwei followed Song Jiao to the FBI without objection.

Inside the FBI, there was an unchanging golden light, Song Jiao upheld the principle that customers are God, very politely invited Lu Yiwei to the sofa, and poured boiling water himself.Sit on the other side of the couch.

"Student Yiwei, I don't know whose information you want to buy?"

"Zhong..." Lu Yiwei looked at Song Jiao's eager gaze, and subconsciously swallowed back the unexplained name: "Sister Siyue's."

Song Jiao snapped his fingers and stood up, but he didn't intend to get the materials: "The materials of Siyue Xuemei are [-]. By the way, by the way, this club does not accept credit."

"Sister April is worth so much?" Lu Yiwei has never bought anyone's information, so he doesn't understand the FBI's charging standards at all: "By the way, if Xuemei April and Zhong Shuishui from Qihua Girls' School, then the total how many?"

Song Jiao turned around, picked up her golden abacus, tapped it cracklingly, raised her head to look at Lu Yiwei, and raised her glasses on the bridge of her nose with one free hand: "Student Yiwei, Siyue Xuemei and Zhong Shuishui The total price for two people's information is [-]. A warm reminder, this association does not offer discounts or discounts."

Lu Yiwei looked at Song Jiao's appearance of falling into Qian's eyes, and pursed his lips: "I don't have enough cash, can I give some of it first? The rest will be given to you tomorrow?"

"No, I told you, the FBI doesn't accept credit." Song Jiao looked completely non-negotiable.

"I only brought my card, I don't have so much cash." Lu Yiwei took out his wallet and handed it to Song Jiao.

Song Jiao frowned, thinking.

"I'm not a school girl in April, so I won't lie to you, or else, I'll take the materials of Zhong Shuishui, which is less expensive, and then give you all the cash on me, and when I come to pay the balance tomorrow , can you give me the information of the April junior?"

Song Jiao bit her lower lip and looked at Lu Yiwei. No matter what, Lu Yiwei didn't dare to owe her money: "Well, how much do you have?" She turned to get Zhong Shuishui's information.

Lu Yiwei counted the cash in his wallet: "Two thousand one."

Song Jiao took two thousand and one, and handed the note to Lu Yiwei by the way: "Sign."

Now, Lu Yiwei owes the FBI 18900, and he will pay it back by 20.00 o'clock tomorrow at the latest, otherwise, the hourly interest will be [-]%.Lu Yiwei looked up at the black-hearted Song Jiao, and silently signed his name.

"Actually, you can consider installing a credit card machine in the FBI." Lu Yiwei suggested before leaving.

"Credit card machine?" Song Jiao thought seriously.

(End of this chapter)