Chapter 63 (1/2)

Chen Mo sits uneasily on the sofa and looks at fat Xia with an apologetic face. Although the ultimate goal of this action has been achieved, the process is really embarrassing.

So he came to see fat Xia immediately after he called.

Xia Da Pang took the notebook out of the wooden box and looked through it. Chen Mo glanced at it. Although he only glanced at it secretly, he could see from the writing format of the notebook that it was a diary with a beautiful font, which should be a woman's handwriting.

In an instant, Chen Mo's diary was connected with the portrait in Tsing Yi. Is it because of a woman that Xia Da pangzi and Wu Jianjiang had an irreconcilable hatred!

The more you look at Xia, the more gloomy the fat man's face is, and the two fat hands tremble. He jumped to his feet and went into the other room without saying a word.

Being left out in the cold by Xia Da Pang, Chen Mo is not unhappy at all, but a little worried. Because after all, he was still a lower class thing who didn't see anything in the world. At this time, in addition to learning superb skills, he was staring at the money bag.

When a thief is not for love, let alone to become what Xia Kuang calls ”stealing art”, his purpose is direct and straightforward, which is a word of money.

Since Chen Mo has done several big business in his eyes, the first thing he realizes is: money comes so fast!

Money is a good thing. It can make people cry, laugh, go crazy, complain and kill people.

He even planned to continue to do so and become a multimillionaire before he was 40. But one thing he didn't understand was that his father had been a thief all his life and didn't leave him a penny when he died. Where did all the money go?

All on a woman's belly? But in this life, except for seeing his father bring two young and beautiful women home, I never saw him have anything to do with other women.

So Chen Mo thinks that his father is a paranoid and failed thief. When he is a thief, he must not fail like his father, even if he is famous, because no matter how famous he is, he is also a thief, which is not a glorious thing.

Since you don't want to make a name, you can only make profits.

So now Chen Mo is most concerned about how much balance Xia Da pangzi can make. This money is very important to him. If a horse wants to run well, it must be fed with grass. Monkeys, Zhao Kuo, Gao Jiamao and Ma Liu must be fed with real gold and silver if they want to continue to surround themselves.

Two hours later, fat Xia finally came out of the room, with a fat face like rolling in a pile of coal.

”Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch! Wu Jianjiang, I x your eighth generation ancestor ”Xia big fat man, with a ball like body, snarled loudly in the soft sofa.

Chen Mo asked carefully, ”President Xia, is that the notebook you want?”

Bang!

Xia Da Pang hit the tea table again, and the tea cups jumped up.

”I'll kill him!”

The speechless Chen was stunned on the spot.

If you want to kill, just know it in your heart. There's no need to shout in front of yourself. Are the old gangsters in the underworld afraid that others won't know?

Of course, Xia fatso won't be like this. Without Chengfu, he just couldn't restrain his anger after reading the whole diary.

Although he didn't know what was written in his diary, Chen Mo also guessed that it was no small matter that Xia Da Pang would be so angry. He wanted to leave, so as not to touch the bad luck of fat Xia.

But just got up, he was shouted by Xia Da Pang.

”You wait!”

”President Xia, what else do you have to tell me?”

”Did the bastard wujianjiang say anything?”

Chen Mo hesitated for a moment and said, ”he said let me say thank you for him.”

Dong!