It's still afternoon. In a lonely bar, many people in overalls are busy with business this evening.

in the middle of the bar, several people sat around, smoked, tasted cocktails on the table, and watched the man who was a little fat and a little flustered. Chen Ziran said with a little puzzled opening on his face: "the document is still there! Miao Xin, nothing? Is that what you want to say? "

pour the wine in front of him, put down the glass gently, look up at Zhao le for the first time, and Chen said.

"I think what I expressed is very clear! In the morning, I put...