Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Fan Luo laughed and said, "The motorcade? Then, Brother Xiang made his fortune in Baiyue Country. But Brother Xiang is really not like an ordinary person. No chamber of commerce would dare to do this kind of work without hiring someone from abroad."

Fan Luo's words were very tactful, and she meant to say, look, you pretend to be a criminal and just ask the price with your mouth, you don't look like a businessman who is careful and careful. "

"The reward is a hundred gold."

Yan Ce raised a finger.

Fan Luo glanced at the aristocratic women of the Bingshan family, frowned, and said, "Stop, my convoy guards are all elites, and food and drink are all money."

"No, I mean a hundred gold per car."

"Uncle, please come inside."

Fan Luo piled up a flattering smile, bent down and respectfully welcomed the two into the bedroom of the shop, her chest trembled so dazzlingly, Yan Ce couldn't help but look twice, the next moment, he didn't know whether it was cold or dangerous, the young man The hairs all over his body stood up.

On the side, Miss Lingshi quietly took off her shoes at the door, knelt and sat on the cushion, without looking at Yan Ce.

"Uncle, you just said that each car is a hundred gold, what to transport, where to transport, how to settle the deposit and the final payment?"

At first glance, he looks like a prodigal son with a big family and a big business. He doesn't know what money is when he leaves the house.

The ancestors were more or less related to Tao Zhugong, and it is also forced by life to be reduced to the precarious way of being a businessman today. Those who can do business have blood on their hands, and they are not afraid of being black and black.

One car is worth a hundred gold, and ten cars is worth a thousand gold.

Fan Luo took out a blank silk, pen and ink, and prepared to fill out the manifest.

Thinking of this business in a foreign country that doesn't have to pay taxes, while cursing the rich second generation in their hearts that they don't know the price of firewood, rice, oil and salt, they show a sweet smile like "Master, come to play often".

The poor days, but damn it is over.

"Transport the dead."

"..."

Fan Luo's smile gradually disappeared.

The young man's expression at this moment was flat, as if he was used to seeing life and death, showing a gentle smile.

MMP, the oily little sheep, why did the painting style suddenly change?

"We are a serious caravan."

"The dead in my family are all serious, all serious dead."

I don't care if the dead in your family are upright or not, maybe they are just entertaining the family!

This is not the first time for Fan Luo to receive noble clients. Royal clients can also meet occasionally. Without exception, they are not transporting precious objects, but it is the first time that the manifest is for the dead.

She raised her eyes and stared at the boy, "I am a legitimate businessman."

"There are corpses in the legal businessman's car?" Yan Ce asked curiously.

Fan Luowen said: "We hunt beasts, occasionally hunters, that's normal. For the sake of our friendship, I'm willing to make an exception once. It's a friendship. Where are the dead?"

"Baiyue, State Guesthouse."

After being silent for a long while, Fan Luo said with a stiff expression: "...Our friendship is over."

"Two hundred gold per car."

What a dirty method...to spend money on it.

It's amazing to be rich!

Fan Luo's heart stopped for a full second, and she tremblingly said, "Uncle, don't talk about transporting dead people, you can make dead people!"

pS: there is one more

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late at night.

"Shift changed."

The people from the State Guesthouse stared at Mr. Yan's policy for several days, but found nothing.

"Yawn...I'm so sleepy. Let's take over tomorrow morning's class by the way."

"I want to fart."

After finishing speaking, the substitute man saw no one moving around, rubbed his eyes, and secretly dozed off.

At this time, Yan Ce was already standing in a room outside the State Guesthouse, signing a legal contract with the merchant.

Fan Luo looked at the Martyr Girl, tapped the contract with her finger, "Your dead can still breathe, it's quite unique."

Yan Ce took a sip of the steaming tea: "If you can't speak or do things, you're dead. You can't lose a penny. Is there a big difference between life and death?"

"Dare to live in the State Guest House, so that the King of Baiyue will not act rashly... You should be Mr. Yan Ce." Fan Luo sighed, and said, "I don't ask what you want to do. If you use money to do things, you must have professional ethics. I understand. But shouldn't you make up for my mental damage?"

As he said that, Fan Luo opened the drawer and brought out a manifest, pressed it on the case, and said in a tangled way: "It is impossible for the 'dead' brought out by the State Guesthouse to pass the customs. My convoy must take a detour, and I can accept the cost of the detour." , but look at the time it will take to make this detour, once the Baiyue Kingdom goes to war, how much I will lose and how much less I will earn."

"What if you can't fight? If you stay in Baiyue, how much will you have to pay?"

Yan Ce said without raising his head.

"Can't fight?"