The fork was said to be somewhat speechless, but think of his present place, say such words, to also feel quite appropriate, so he laughed: "Well, those three young you first make do with it."

Shen Thirteen hung up the phone of the night fork, dialed the long distance and called Chen Lao.

"Chen Lao, now my company doesn't have to be forced to liquidate."

"Stinky boy, are you complaining about my old man?" Chen Enmin feigned anger.

Shen Thirteen laughed and said, "Thank you, Chen Lao. I'll make you whatever you want to eat next time you have a chance to come to Beijing."

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