Chapter 120： made money! (2/2)

The dealer asked, ”My lady, where's your card?”

Chi frowned and retrieved the gloomy wood fruit, ”I have no card.”

”This... how come there are people without cards?”

”Hey, it's the first time I heard that there are still black accounts in the base city!”

Bai Qiong said with a smile, ”Close your stinky mouth, the money of the lady boss, of course, is transferred to the boss's account.”

”Oh~”

”Yes, yes, Lord Bai understands everyone!”

Chi didn't speak, and turned around to take care of Lord Blood God.

He bounced around a few times, and fell to the ground, yelling.

”Sir Blood God, what's wrong with you?” Chi only panicked.

Master Shan had a good time, ”Come on up with the wine~”

A group of hunters knew what Shan Ye meant by ”Jiu Jinger”.

I saw it tumbled on the ground a few times, and then rose into the air. The pin-like hairs all over his body stood up, and the whole bear became thicker in an instant, and each hair had a bright red color.

Shan Ye said, ”I bet on fifty cents, at least one hundred catties of blood will be sprayed out.”

”Cut, I bet two hundred catties!”

”belch!”

”Roar!”

Rolling tossed in mid-air, tears came down in both eyes.

”puff!”

Suddenly, a string of bright blood arrows spurted from the mouth, spraying on the hot fluorescent lamp that had been lit all night. First, a burst of blue smoke appeared, and then it burst into flames. The fluorescent lamp exploded instantly and the light went out.

”Wow.”

Billowing in a sigh of relief, the bear was in the air, but the grunt sounded through the hillside.

Shan Ye whispered, ”This bear, won't it be alcohol that comes out?”

Bai Qiongshou shrugged, you ask me, who shall I ask?

Shan Ye triumphantly patted his chest, ”Wow, I made a profit, five thousand and four hundred million, just like picking up money for nothing, well, I made forty million, hahahaha.”

Bai Qiongshou rolled his eyes, this kid is not very good at math.

The fifty-four million minus the twenty-seven million wine money, the eight million of the potted plant is divided into, and his nine million principal, where does the 40 million come from?

I don’t know if I’m sobering up tomorrow morning, this guy finds that he hasn’t made a lot of potted plants yet, will he cry hard?

(PS:

I began to read the stolen performance scripts of this concept,

If I don’t ask for a recommendation vote, don’t you vote for it?

This man is a man of great dignity, with my backbone, my persistence and pride.

Writing so hard in this concept, wouldn't your conscience hurt?

I also write well when I have poor grades. I'm very serious! No support, no recommendation ticket, no reward, now it’s fine, even the TM collection is gone.

Anyway, Ben Guan is a lonely and arrogant person who is not good at big women's shows, nor can he sell cute tickets.

I'm not that kind of person and I disdain it.

There is a lesson from the world, and today I will ask for the last 999th time.

Do you really think I am an author who can handle it at will?

I tell you!

Listen to me!

Daddy readers, vote for me! Give me a reward! Collect my book!

mom! I'm wrong! I will try to update as soon as possible! Vote for me! Give me a reward! Collect my book! )