No one knows what Lao Wen's original name is.

This is not important. Most people in Sanhe forget their real name and completely cut off the connection between the past. Gradually, they only remember their pseudonyms and nicknames, and live in a daze. If you have something to eat, you can have a happy day. If you can have a happy day, you have to be happy day.

Wait until there is nothing left before thinking about a solution.

This is the first time Brother Leather Puppy has heard from Lao Wen that a civilized talent like "Mr." is used.

"Old Wen, play cards quickly!" The fat man in the flower head urged at the table: "Don't you want to make money anymore? This is not your personality."

Old Wen waved his hand: "Yu Fatty, wait. This person is a bit interesting..."

Brother Leather Pants introduces the old buddies of Sanhe Talent International Center.

The thin and tall middle-aged man with pale skin is called Lao Wen, with deep eyes, and his eyes with very small pupils are cruel and rude to everyone, and his whole body is filled with a breath of not entering the wild person.

Fatty Yu is a short, wide-body, fat man with small round-frame glasses that are not fit, and the turbid lenses are full of shrewdness.

The other two people on the poker table are Chen Ji Ren and Wu Money.

Bitch Chen is an old woman dressed in a very fierce manner. I can’t tell why she called this name. She had a deep scar on her face, extending from the left eye socket to the corner of her mouth, completely tearing her face apart, hideous and terrifying.

No money is the most normal one.

The corners of his mouth were smiling and kind, and he spoke with the calmness of Nanfang Water Town: "Old Wen said he wouldn't play, so he wouldn't play anymore. This Mr. Lian is not an ordinary person..."

Chen Shi was puzzled: "Do you know Mr. Lian?"

Wuguo smiled and said, "Old Wen recognizes it, so I can. I will say whatever he says. He doesn't want to play anymore after losing money, so he won't play anymore."

Brother Leo Kuai said to Liancheng: "When I had no money, I was an accountant of a large state-owned enterprise, and I had the certificate of a certified public accountant. I offended the leader before and took the blame, and almost was shot for a duty crime. I am still wanted now, but it took too long, so the police have ignored it."

"Big trouble." Bitch Chen sneered.

Old Wen cursed and said, "Leather pants, don't be stunned here. This is where you talk? Take Chen Laoshi to stay next door first. I'll say something to Mr. Lian. Don't eavesdrop on your business."

Leather pants took Chen Shi out of the front hall.

Lian Cheng sat on the sand beside the card table, picked up the tea cup, and drank the tea residue: "You are not ordinary people."

Next to it is a colorful suitcase.

"What does it matter to you?" Old Wen was very rude and said, "Don't be afraid of you if it was the Dan Realm. This place is Sanhe, not the territory where you monks are chaotic, but even if you are a dragon, you have to keep it here."

Fatty Yu lowered his head and wiped his glasses. Bitch Chen stared at Lian Cheng coldly, and had no money to put his cards on his own in front of the mahjong table.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm not here to find a monk's helper." Lian Cheng said: "I heard that you have a lot of connections here. I want some good players who can maintain a company in a short period of time, and are companies in the Internet and entertainment industry. It's better to be younger, have a flexible mind and a stable mind."

Old Wen obviously doesn't believe it.

"The dignified innate monk came to Sanhe for this little thing?"

Lian Cheng smiled and said, "Then what if we swear by the five declines of heaven and man? If not, I would be willing to suffer the disaster of heaven and man. If so, you must help me find someone peacefully."

Old Wen couldn't stand this provocation: "Come on!"

No monk dares to swear by the five declines of heaven and man. Although violating the oath may not necessarily lead to disasters, it will inevitably leave a very negative and negative impact on the future state and state of mind.

Fatty Yu was a cultural person. He took out a wolf's pen, and wrote a small calligraphy of flowers in his hairpin, neatly wrote the oath, divided it into two parts and handed it to Liancheng and Lao Wen. His souls were intertwined, and the white paper burned into ashes in the flames.

In this way, Lao Wen's attitude was not as hostile as before.

He asked Liencheng to make a pot of new tea and said, "Do you want to make small money or try to make big money?"

"What's the difference? I'd like to hear it carefully." Lian Cheng asked politely.

Lao Wen said: "Making small money requires peace and stability. I will find you some people with a calm personality, unrestrained and honest personality. To put it nicely, it is obedient, but to put it badly, it means not being enterprising. If you want to make big money, this won't work—"

Lian Cheng smiled and said, "Who doesn't want to make a lot of money in the world?"

Old Wen looked at the city deeply.

"The innate monk in the Dan Realm did not go to seek immortals and asked, but stepped into the world of the world and greedy for a few broken papers. It is really better to see it at first sight. If you make a lot of money, you are fighting for food under the mouths of tigers and hungry wolves. If you eat meat, others have to drink soup, and you must share a life-and-death life. Keep your natal life and not be enterprising, you must wait for death, be bold and meticulous, and even be greedy. Only those who attack the wolf will be able to fight against the wolf. Only such a guy will try his best to dig meat from others day and night to eat. But... can you suppress such a person?"

Bitch Chen fiddled with the outdated flower headdress and stayed seriously on his head in the mirror: "If you don't obey, just kill me."

"How can this work?" Yu Fatty smiled and said, "It's not the time to fight and kill before. You have to talk about the law. Are you right? Don't have money?"

Click!

The window glass of the guesthouse was suddenly covered with cracks. I had no money to look at the fat man quietly and said, "You are so annoying."

Liancheng said slowly: "People's hearts are nothing more than the four words of wine, sex, power and wealth. No matter how big the cake is, many people have to eat together. I only take my own piece, and who cares about the rest? If I can't keep it, he just needs to do things for me, as long as it doesn't harm me, he doesn't care about what he does."

Old Wen was surprised and continued to ask: "In the end, how much price can you pay for people?"

Liancheng chuckled.

“Any price.”

Bang!

The door of the guesthouse was suddenly kicked open!

"So you are here, it's really hard for us to find it." A group of mermaids in black came in one after another, for the triangular old man. He glanced at the room and saw his suitcase, and smiled faintly.

"Have you packed your luggage? It seems that I will definitely let you escape if I step late... I'm right, it's rumored that the organization of the descendants of Lu Ban, the Seven Gods' Elys."

Old Wen's pupils shrank, and his already small pupils were almost a dot. He shouted loudly: "Qing Ming from the Ghost Face! I have never messed with you!"

The old man shook his head: "The banner owner thinks you are very talented and want to recruit your subordinates. He didn't expect you to hide in such a messy place. I thought you were a general and were a hero. Now it seems that they are just a group of ignorant little insects in the fighting realm... and they will kill them. Who would care about this group of social garbage?"

The people at the Ghost Meeting immediately surrounded Lao Wen and others firmly in the middle, waiting for the old man to give his order.

"You... disturbed me."

Lian Cheng sipped the tea lightly, his eyes gradually became colder.
Chapter completed!