Trillion!
Grandma's heart exploded with strangeness.
His eyes also looked directly at the strange black dress.
He seemed calm and indifferent, as if he had no interest in Wanwanyi.
This kind of impact further sublimated grandma's strange cognition.
No wonder this human being asks for five million a day.
It turns out that their businesses are often projects worth trillions of dollars.
I used to think it was difficult to earn ghost money, simply because it had all been earned by others!
Grandma hurriedly replied strangely, not giving the old man a chance to interrupt:
"This person...this boss, what's your name? What do you need me to do?"
Lin Fan then realized that he hadn't introduced himself yet.
"Just call me Boss Lin. Don't be so formal. Actually, I hope you can help us maintain order in the Youcai Mingpiao. If you do that, I'll give you a daily salary of four million. You only need to pay an additional one million to gain daily essence or yin energy."
From ten million, it became one million.
This kind of concession.
Even Grandma Guiyi felt that she had made a profit.
But then, it still showed an embarrassed look.
One million is still too much for it.
This is just one day's supply.
That’s 365 million a year.
If I had so much money, wouldn't I just spend it on the broken road?
Why bother struggling here.
It is precisely because they cannot make money that they absorb people and tricks.
Seeing that grandma was acting strangely, she couldn't even come up with one million.
The old man continued to snort coldly:
"This is the poorest half-step broken path I have ever seen."
The weird grandma never imagined that one day she would not only be scolded by a dog, but also be looked down upon by others.
But for some reason, I didn't feel angry, but rather a little inferior.
Even the one in the black dress couldn't help but nod.
It makes grandma weird and even more stretched.
At this moment, Lin Fan stood up slightly.
Said:
"In fact, in addition to the four million defense mission, there is also a one million intelligence mission, which can be assigned to you."
In grandma's eyes, Lin Fan is like the King of Hell, and is simply a noble person in her life.
But the old man frowned and added another sentence.
"Intelligence mission? I remember the budget was only ten... Never mind."
This chorus of praise made grandma feel strange but unable to restrain herself, and she replied:
"Thanks……"
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