With various project quotations, Lao Li just wanted to say: "The current economic development of Tushan is really awesome. There are private rooms for a hot spring bath, and he still has a fucking 48,000 yuan a day. He really dares to slaughter people."

He pointed to the 2,000-hour private room project with his fingers, and Li Sandao said in a affirmative tone: "Just choose it."

If Rourou continues to play a guest role as a technician, how about I add another 100,000 to you?"

Well, Lao Li actually likes her celebrity face the most.

"Um..." He showed his heart to himself at first, but his face showed a struggle. The former No. 37 technician and the current store manager Rourou stammered: "Mr. Li, it's not that I don't want it, it's really that I'm married.

Although our bathhouse is regular, I want to consider my husband’s feelings.”

"I understand, congratulations! That one hundred thousand will be used as membership money."

When Li Sandao heard that Rourou was already married, he immediately smiled and congratulated.

He has been in Tushan for so long, and his true friends are only the three sisters in Tushan. The only thing he can say is soft and clear.

Now that Rourou is married, he is too lazy to ask if Qingqing is still there.

For hundreds of years, although the old friend is still there, it is already different from before.

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