The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

The owner of the tobacco pavilion was a little disappointed: "that's right."

Originally, I wanted to take the president's autumn breeze, pull back a game and save face.

As a result, the president didn't stand in line.

It's really

Sorry!

"Here's a million silver." Mo Yan took it out without blinking and put it on the table.

It's a lot of money.

But it's not a big deal for the president of Tianyan chamber of Commerce.

It's about face.

Money is not money.

It becomes a string of data.

"Master of tobacco Pavilion, what about yours?" Mo Yan is not smiling.

"I don't have enough on me now. I'll send someone to the treasure Pavilion later." The face of the master of the smoke Pavilion is a little unnatural.

In fact, this is just a way to delay.

million.

Even if he goes back to treasure Pavilion, he can't make it!

It's almost the same unless we mortgage all the treasures that have been stored in the treasure Pavilion warehouse for so many years.

"No way."

Mo Yan is a businessman, obviously not so easy to fool, "master of tobacco Pavilion, you should not be unable to take it out."

"Who says I can't take it out?"

The owner of the smoke Pavilion blushed and had a thick neck. He felt ashamed and insisted, "I can definitely take it out! Don't look down on people

Mo Yan picks an eyebrow: "after going back, how long to send one million." Keep on pursuing, don't give the enemy any breathing time.

The owner of the tobacco pavilion was embarrassed with a smile and said, "it must be delivered before dark!"

Mo Yan thought for about two seconds, nodded and said, "OK."

His intelligence system has investigated the owner of the tobacco cabinet for a long time.

He is also clear about the family background of the owner of the tobacco Pavilion.

He can probably guess what kind of methods the tobacco Pavilion mainly uses to collect the one million silver beads.

He was ready for the trap, waiting for the old man to jump.

"That's it." The owner of the smoke Pavilion breathed a sigh of relief.

There's an afternoon left.

He has to find a way to raise money!

In time!

There is a channel, he knows, to get money quickly.

The sixth cabinet meeting is over.

It's over, too.

After the meeting.

Mo Yan and Zi Mucheng leave together.

"Well, you say, how can the old man get the million?" Purple Mu Cheng is very curious.

"The old man is out of cash, but he has the goods in his hand." Mo Yan a pair of Mo pupil tiny MI, a pair of do in master of appearance, "look at the whole North LAN country, can eat his goods in one breath, only one place."

Purple Mu Cheng in front of a bright: "Tianyan chamber of Commerce!"

Then zimucheng burst out with a wild smile, "it's really hard to find a place to break through the iron."

Mo Yan's eyes were dim: "this is the fat sheep that he sent to the door. There is no reason not to kill."

Zimucheng's stomach was almost aching with laughter.

It's a gamble.

From the beginning, the owner of the tobacco Pavilion lost completely.

All of a sudden, even the face and the lining have been completely lost.

With Mo Yan's personality.

If you don't kill the master of the tobacco Pavilion, he will lose.

"By the way, I haven't seen you for a few days. What's the matter with the fields?" Purple Mu Cheng smile enough, think of his favorite little niece, asked a concern.

"Little Momo --"

Mo Yan stopped and pretended to be mysterious. He lowered his voice and said, "uncle, follow me to have a look. Don't you know?"

Purple Mu Cheng should be next: "good."

just right.

He missed the little girl, too.

Mo Yan with purple Mu Cheng went to the day round Pavilion, purple path of the alchemy room, that is, practice room.