Qiao Qiao: “…”
Qiao Qiao looked up at the sky. It seemed like thunder and lightning were still brewing. How could he dare to say no?
She held the bank card with only 4 million yuan left in it, and a deep white mark appeared on her dark face.
Of course, sad things happen every day, and happy things happen occasionally.
The bank manager was furious about making 4 million yuan, and did not mention at all that the branch building was about to be demolished. With a command, he finally mobilized all the bank employees, took out their wallets, and collected the 100,000 yuan for Qiao Qiao. Before she handed it to Qiao Qiao, Lawyer Zhou was quick-eyed and snatched it away.
"Deposit!"
"This is the deposit you promised to give me!"
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After struggling for most of the day, Qiao Qiao and Lawyer Zhou finally returned to the street of feudal superstition.
This time, they were accompanied by a dozen POS machines given to them by the bank manager as a gift.
The neighborhood problem was solved, and Lawyer Zhou became the person with the most powerful connections in the feudal and superstitious street.
The two of them wolfed down their meal. Lawyer Zhou, considering the 100,000 yuan in his pocket, went back to watch the fire diligently. He patted his chest, which was not strong to begin with, and vowed to make the best quality bricks in the world for Qiao Qiao.
"Thank you so much then."
Qiao Qiao was bored. He touched the half-shrunken bank card in his arms, but decided to squat down where he fell. After thinking about it, he decided not to go back to Qingshan Village first, but to set up a fortune-telling stall, find a few suckers, and make up for his losses.
Just as I was thinking about where to set up my stall, I heard a quarrel coming from the funeral clothing store next door.
"Today you have to sell it, whether you want to or not. If you don't serve me well, don't even think about doing business with others."
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