Chapter 288: Planning blue

At this time, the old man had ran to the place where Zhang Yang covered the banknotes. After he opened it, he desperately took it with both hands and covered it with a sheet before putting it in the chest. Turning around, but looking at the old man's thin and slender body, it is really difficult to start, can only watch the old man put the money into the drawer.
"What are you doing? Seeing you have red ears and red ears, why are you so excited? You are billionaires now, please, do n’t take a few bucks and you will have the expression of a dead father and mother. Be a little billionaire. Do you understand?
"A few dollars ..." Liu Biao felt stuffy in his chest, and felt a kind of vomiting blood. It was at least several hundred thousand dollars just now, and it turned out to be a few dollars in the old man's mouth.
This time, Liu Biao met his opponent. Compared with the iron of the old man, Liu Biao was too tender and too tender. He was far from being an opponent. He could only sit in a chair and became sullen. He was vicious and secretly helpless. .
Soon, everything was done as the old man said, and the hairdresser came to the door, but in less than three hours, the old man has become a wealthy man full of power. Liu Biao was stunned, and the change was too great. He started to be a bad old man. Now, he put on a brand-name suit, put on bright leather shoes, and put on the dead fat gold watch. Became two people ... "How?"
The old man pulled his tie very elegantly, picked up a cigar, and smiled out a high-end lighter.
I have to say that the old man's acting skills are first-rate. Now, the old man looks more like a boss, and Liu Biao and Zhang Yang are his bodyguards. The old man's thin body, coupled with gorgeous clothes and some small props, actually reveals a sense of An aggressive power.
"Good old man!" Liu Biao gave a thumbs up, but he really admired it.
"Is it worth the money?" The old man smiled lightly, found a dollar bill to light it with a lighter, and then lit the cigar with a burning banknote, a calm look.
"It's worth it, it's just ... it's just ... we don't have to be so bad if we have the money ..." Liu Biao looked at the burning one hundred dollars and felt a tingling in his heart. This was his monthly living expenses at school.
"Hahaha, money is more important than life when it is not. If it reaches a certain amount, then it is a piece of waste paper, a piece of cigarette waste paper, don't understand? A piece of toilet paper is no match. Waste paper! "The old man's tone was full of wisdom.
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Zhang Yang and Liu Biao couldn't help thinking for a while. This kind of theory is known to three-year-old children, but how many people in this world can really regard money as dung?
Obviously, very little!
"Don't think about it, in fact, what is the purpose of making money? Not just to spend fun, some people make money for the name, some people make money for life, some people make money, it is nothing to do, no matter what A purpose of making money. Its purpose is to maximize the use of banknotes, and the only value of banknotes is to use them. Therefore, if we have money, we should not think about the set of Grandpa. Wait a minute, I will take you crazy shopping, let you enjoy what is God! "
"Still crazy shopping?" Liu Biao blinked and stared at the pile of clothes and shoes in the room.
"I don't need it anymore, it's you, do you look at yourself like a billionaire?" The old man looked at Liu Biao's clothes with a sad heart.
"..." Liu Biao was speechless, standing with the old man, he felt a sense of arrogance.
"咚 ... 咚咚咚 ... 咚咚咚!"
When a few people were in trouble, the door rang, and the sound of knocking on the door was very regular. When the door knocked, the old man who was a little bit disappointed suddenly became tense, like a boy with first love.
"How am I now? How am I looking?" The old man eagerly grabbed Liu Biao's shoulder.
"Good, very good ..."
"Zhang Yang, what do you think?" The old man ran to Zhang Yang again, and he seemed a little skeptical of Liu Biao.
"Very good, just a little bit thinner, but the spirit is good." Zhang nodded his head. Indeed, although the old man recovered from a serious illness, he wore a brand new suit after bathing, and his messy hair was cleaned up. It is very supple and gives people a very refreshing feeling. Of course, there is still a trace of exhaustion in the eyes. After all, it has been closed for more than a month.
"that's OK!"
The old man stood straight with a serious face, gently adjusted his tie, and slowly walked to the door. He opened the door very smartly. The old woman was wearing a set of tight-fitting women's tight-fitters, black , It looks very formal, bright and charming, and makes people's eyes bright. The old man's beige suit, coupled with the old woman's black professional, is like a pair created in heaven ... The atmosphere is not relaxed, very dignified, the old woman's Her hair was neatly combed. She stood at the door, looking at the old man, her eyes full of tenderness.
The two stared at each other quietly, as if time had frozen.
Finally, the old woman moved first.
"I know, you won't leave me!" The old woman stretched out her hand and gently touched the old man's skinny face, and her long, slightly slender fingers slowly moved slowly on the face like orange peel. Rubbing slowly.
"Please!" The old man smiled slightly, took a woman's hand, and the other hand made a very noble movement, just like a polite aristocrat invited someone to dance.
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Looking at this scene, Zhang Yang and Liu Biao were inexplicably throbbing. If it was love, who could be in love with the loyalty between the old woman and the old man?
Have! But rarely.
No wonder the old man now has a very weak body to pack up and dress up quickly. He doesn't want the old woman to see how he suffers. He doesn't want the old woman to worry about him. Among them, isn't it a great love ... "Old man, Do n’t be so nauseous, are we still kids ...
Liu Biao wiped his reddish eyes. He had a lot of opinions about the old couple who were still gazing affectionately after entering the room, which made him very depressed. He I miss his little sister.
"Ahem ... yes ... yes ... you are still children, underage children ... walk around, today we take a day off and let go of everything, the capital of Somalia, there is something to watch, and I have to give You pack it ... "
"Well, the money?" Zhang Yang was now annoyed with the pile of cash.
"Oh, don't worry, I will find a way to get it, we can't live with so many banknotes every day!" The old man laughed.
Zhang Yang was relieved. Now that this big trouble has been dealt with, he feels relaxed all over. He believes that the old man, after all, is an excellent killer. Although he is only an excellent third-class killer, as a killer, he must be There will be some channels, and it should not be a problem to deal with this cash.
"Yes, you are getting rich now, what are your plans?" The old man asked.
"Old man, I want you to help me." Speaking of business, Zhang Yang's expression became serious.
"Um." The old man seemed to be affected by the publicity and sat down.
"We want to establish a killer organization, a killer organization comparable to the era of mythology, and I want to set up a killer training base in Somalia. The place has been identified, and the person you started talking to has already loyal to us, Therefore, what you need most now is your help, because you know how to train a killer, you also know how to find tasks, and most importantly, you still have many channels, such as money laundering, arms smuggling, etc ... "
"Killer organization!" The old man's eyes brightened and he looked at the old woman. This is their dream. For a long time, the killer organization has been their dream in the era of mythology. If they can establish a comparison with the age of mythology The killer organization will be a great achievement that he is proud of in his life.
"Yes, the killer organization!" Zhang Yang nodded.
"However, although this is a huge wealth, it is more than enough to set up a third-class killer organization, but if you want to set up an organization that competes with the mythological era with this funding, it is impossible, you know? Hire a famous killer in the era of mythology and perform a task at least tens of millions. Your money here is only enough to invite a few times ... "The old man had a dark, shiny eyes and smiled bitterly.
"Oh, money is not a problem, Aden Bay has endless wealth!" Zhang Yang laughed.
"How do you say that?" The old man's eyes lit up again.
"What's so famous in Somalia?" Zhang Yang sold off.
"... pirate ..." The old man suddenly stood up, with an expression of excitement: "Do you mean, we control the pirates in Somalia?"
"It's impossible to talk about control. The Somali pirate faction is too chaotic. At least, we must master the right to speak!" Zhang Yang's tone was filled with unparalleled confidence.
(To be continued)