Chapter 585: If you look good, you can do whatever you want. 17

In this case, the "Looks good looks can do whatever you want" aura, the effect is simply played to the extreme.
This kind of narcissism has reached a certain level of discourse. Except for some unscrupulous sunspots, there are some unreasonable words. The barrage is almost all "666" "hahaha" that rewards and slides.
The words of Kuroko were drowned in it, and Azhao didn’t look at it.
An hour passed quickly.
A Zhao looked at the time and said: "Today, we will see you tomorrow morning."
Said to quit the live broadcast directly.
Go back to the background and look at today’s income.
A Zhao holds his face and is happy: "My face is really worth it."
Jiang Li: "..."
Azhao transferred the money from the backstage into his account, and then sat down on the opposite side of the man.
"Now, let's talk about your business."
Jiang Li raised an eyebrow: "My business? What am I?"
A Zhao Shen said: "What is your idea of ​​that organization?"
Jiang Li looked like a sigh: "What do you mean?"
Azhao did not hide his intention: "I want to get rid of it. literally."
Jiang Liwan looked at A Zhao like a ghost: "Do you know what you are talking about?"
His organization is a giant.
He is just a small assassination organization, the tip of the iceberg of the entire headquarters.
In these years, Jiang Li learned through some channels, this underground force, in the entire southern province, almost all face to face, all sectors of business and politics.
Collapse it?
What to get?
The king of the underground kingdom of the southern province, even few people have seen his true face.
In the eyes of Jiang Liwan who looked at the madman, A Zhao smiled slightly: "I naturally have my way."
"I want to hear your opinion now."
Jiang Li said faintly: "I have no opinion."
He does not think that Azhao can do it.
I also don't want to mix this drowning.
"But Jiang Li. You failed to perform the mission, lost your track, and your colleague was caught by the police. What would your organization think?"
Jiang Li’s tone is relaxed, as if he is not talking about himself:
I’m rather wrong, I’m not willing to let go. I’m a traitor, now I’m investigating my traces. Once I find out, I’m not dead.

A Zhao looked at Jiang Li and sighed: "Jiang Li, you are a poor person."
Jiang Li frowned: "Don't look at me like this. You should understand that this trick is useless to me."
Azhao shook his head: "I don't have any tricks for you. I just want to tell you a story."
Jiang Li frowned: "I don't want to hear stories."
"You must listen!" Azhao said that in his own home, it is so unreasonable.
Jiang Li: "..."
Azhao opened the phone and pulled out a piece of news. The front page is a picture. The picture is a pair of middle-aged couples wearing dresses.
"Do you know these two people?" asked A Zhao.
Jiang Li took a look and nodded: "How can you not know about half of the real estate enterprises in the southern province?"
Azhao put the mobile phone on the desktop in front of him and said slowly: "This news says that the husband and wife of Nanhua Real Estate, Zhong Rong, donated 10 million for the construction of the charity dinner the day before yesterday. Hope Primary School."
There is no change in the look of Jiang Li, and it is faint: "Oh, famous."
It is not his pessimism, but his years, in addition to receiving various trainings, he has seen a lot of hidden information that ordinary people can't see.
Many of the rich and glamorous tycoons, what they do in private are really disgusting.

There is one more.