Chapter 159: The reputation of the great watermelon god

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Hearing this, Henry's team was in a hurry, and Henry became crazy, suddenly crashed into the mafia around him, and knocked his mobile phone to the ground.
But after hearing a few clicks, a few pistols opened the fuse, and then aimed at Henry at the same time.
"I beg you to let go of my daughter, and I will soon be rich, really." Henry shouted, raising his hands, "If you hurt my daughter's hair, I promise you will die without Burial place. Really! "
As soon as this word came out, the Mafia chief stopped his followers and asked with a grim expression:
"What new project, let's say!"
Henry took a deep breath and whispered, "Give me a million dollars for the watermelon for free!"
"What?" "What?" ...
The mafia members uttered a surprise, and a few seconds later, the audience laughed.
"Just you? Still want to help the child prodigy raise money?"
"What a terrible thing you made up!"
...
In the skepticism of the audience, Henry nodded heavily: "I swear, in the name of God, this is true."
The sound fell, and the laughter stopped suddenly.
The mafia leader frowned and remained silent for a while. He then waved his hand and asked his men to retrieve the guns.
"Henry ..." As soon as the Mafia leader paused, he changed his name. "Mr. Clive, you just swear to God, I can't make a difference, really."
The mafia's voice softened a lot, without any aggressive gesture just now.
It's just because of a name, it's called:
watermelon!
The word is a fruit, very ordinary, very ordinary, but when it becomes a name, even these dark organizations that even the federal police don't look at, must be treated carefully.
Because it was a human-shaped nuclear bomb, anyone who messed with it would be blown to pieces.
The Chicago Consortium is n’t it? Xunzi and grandchildren were "suicided."
Is Iran strong? The Federation used intercontinental ballistic missiles.
The United Nations is better? Almost dissolved.
"Mr. Clive, do you have any other evidence to prove it, otherwise I'm really not good at explaining it later." The mafia leader repeated it again, his voice remained very flat.
Hearing this, the Mafia members looked at Henry one after another; so did the members of Henry's team.
Everyone seems to want an exact answer.
Feeling the attention of the audience, Henry panicked. Because all he got was the verbal promise of the watermelon god.
"me……"
Henry spoke hesitantly, without giving any evidence.
This time, the team members were a little disappointed, and the mafia members began to feel angry.
You dare lie to us? !!
With a few clicks, the gun opened the fuse and aimed Henry again. The mafia leader's face turned blue, and he yelled at the men next to him:
"Notify over there, chop his wife and daughter's hands ..."
The cold-blooded words haven't finished, just then, suddenly!
"Oh!" "Oh!" ...
It seemed that Henry's phone was ringing.
what's the situation?
The mafia chief winked at his men, and one of them immediately stepped forward and searched out Henry's phone.
"Head, two tweets!"
With this remark, Henry was overjoyed.
"It must have been the God of Watermelon who sent me a message, it must be!" Henry shouted, raising his hands.
Hearing the words, the audience was shocked.
The mafia boss quickly snatched the phone from his men and opened Twitter.
"The system prompts: 'Watermelon Ike' adds you as a friend!"
"The system prompts: Your friend 'Watermelon Aike' just tweeted a new one and @@ 你!"
At this moment, the mafia leader was filled with endless surprise.
Did Henry say it really?
Just then, a hand suddenly came over and snatched the phone. The mafia leader was furious and was about to get angry.
However, it turned out that it was Henry who ran over and he snatched it.
At this moment, the anger in the heart of the mafia leader disappeared instantly.
"Mr. Clive, please show me what's new on Twitter, can you?"
As the sound fell, Mafia members flocked to Henry, and Henry's team members flocked to Henry excitedly.
"BOSS, open it!"
"BOSS, let me see too!"
...
In the airtight surrounding circle, Henry clicked into the Twitter homepage of the watermelon god. But see, there is a new message on the Twitter homepage:
"My baby is so happy. I found a kind person to help me today. His name is-Henry Clive, and I decided to leave all the fundraising matters to Mr Clive.
"Hee hee, Mr. Clive, come on, I'm still waiting to make a pumpkin car for Sister Alice!"
At the end of the message, I also took a look at Henry's Twitter.
This time, no one in the audience doubted. Henry's team members jumped for joy.
It's true, what BOSS says is true, even more true than real gold.
We are going to be famous all over the world, and we are going to make a fortune.
At this moment, Henry smiled, very happy. The heart he kept mentioning was finally put down, because the watermelon justified his name and sent a public message to his 3.5 billion followers.
What is the concept of 3.5 billion fans, that represents the world.
"Mr. Mafia!" Henry looked softly at the mafia chief, "Do you still doubt me?"
The mafia leader shook his head.
"So ..."
Without saying anything, the mafia leader immediately yelled at his men: "What are you still holding on to? Mr. Clive's wife and little princess will be released soon."
"Yes Yes!"
"Apologize to your wife and lady, respectfully, you know?"
"Yes Yes!"
"Also, give a wife and a lady a compensation, do you hear me?"
"Yes Yes!"
...
After the command, the mafia chief turned his head and looked at Henry flatteringly.
Henry said coldly, "Aren't you leaving?"
"Mr. Clive, I, I ..."
The mafia leader wanted to say but did not say.
Seeing this, Henry frowned slightly. "What else is there to worry about I can't afford the money?"
"No! No!"
The mafia chief waved his hands again and again, as if becoming weak like a little white rabbit, but listening to him timidly said:
"Mr. Clive, may I ask for your help?"
Henry stared at him in wonder, ~ EbookFREE.me ~. At this moment, the Mafia leader suddenly became calm and he spoke seriously.
"Mr. Clive, on behalf of our mafia godfather, I would like to donate $ 10 million to the great watermelon god, for free."
what? !!
Henry was frightened, so were the team members!
The mafia wants to donate to the watermelon god? And is it an unpaid donation without any compensation?
God, are you crazy?
You dark organizations, when did you become so kind?
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