Chapter 714

Master Yan chose director Luo Wen's personal computer this time.

When the young man's words sounded with a smile, Luo Wen refused.

He said expressionless, "no one."

"Well, aren't you human?"

Young master Yan raised his eyebrows. Luo Wenbian saw a cute bald head coming out of the lower right corner of his computer.

Wearing a slightly broad cassock, sit cross legged on the ground.

Big eyes, small arms, sprout to do not want.

Its fleshy hands folded and said solemnly with a small milk voice, "adults can't deceive children. Those who deceive children are big villains."

Rowan: "please don't talk about it. I never said I would buy you."

"Eh?" the little monk turned his eyes and looked innocent. "Didn't you say that there was no one?"

Rowan

Mom, mom.

You changed your concept!

It's a foul!

The little monk pulled back a game, blinked his big black and white eyes, tilted his head and smiled.

And put out two fingers at Rowan.

YEAH！

Rowan

Reach out and close the laptop: "bye."

Oh, no, never again.

The book is closed.

It's still a little loud.

The little monk's voice was muffled by the cover.

It was angry, "if you don't listen to me, I'll tell people outside. You deceive children, take my things, and don't pay me back!"

"Hum!"

Rowan

Between losing face and losing money.

His face is his.

The money belongs to the government.

Decisively turn on the computer and smile pleasantly, "little cute, we can discuss it again."

The little monk just pressed him into a piece of paper. The 2D version of his small eyes turned and kicked his legs.

He slowly recovered into a fleshy pink little man, with fleshy hands around his chest and his nostrils humming.

“……”

Rowan held out a finger. "A million?"

"You think I collect junk?"

Q version of the little monk stood up, "forget it, I'd better talk to your president."

"Ah, wait a minute, wait a minute -" Luo Wen grabbed the notebook and painfully stretched out another finger, "two million?"

Little monk: "ah."

Rowan... You robber!

"Three million?"

"Oh."

"Four million?"

"Oh."

Rowan!!!

He looked at the four fingers he pulled out, slowly stretched out the last one, dying, "really can't have more, we don't have money! Five million dollars is enough for me to spend my whole life!"

The little monk scratched his head and blinked his big eyes. He was confused at the bottom of his eyes. "What's the proportion of US dollars to Chinese currency?"

"One to six."

"Oh, sorry, I thought you were talking about Chinese currency."

The little monk frowned and said reluctantly, "five million dollars, forget it, it's almost OK."

Rowan!!!

Am I sick?

His old blood accumulated on his chest and nearly killed himself.

Five million.

US dollars and Chinese dollars!

That's a qualitative difference!

The little monk rubbed his chin and scratched his fleshy little hand in the air.

An account appears on the screen.

"Just put the money here."

"We have a pleasant cooperation."

The little monk of version Q held out his hand and shook hands with Luo Wen, who wanted to kill himself.

"We'll cooperate next time."

Rowan... Who wants to cooperate with you!

"Director, the terrorist attack in NASH city has been solved..." a group leader knocked on the door and looked at Luo Wen with doubts. "What's the matter with you?"

Rowan: "no, I want to cry."

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