Shi Jianren shivered like a cold shower in winter. Shivering from his pocket took the cell phone, the cell phone almost fell down, and then shivering to find the address book: "Hello, Xiaoju, I am the boss!"

"Always, you, where have you been these days? I want to kill you. Come on, people itch hard!" There was a delicate voice at the end.

"Get out of your fuck and solve it by yourself! Lao Tzu has fallen forty-eight stories in the sky right now, and he can talk nonsense to you! Hurry up, now turn 100 million, no, 200 million to the account I'll give you later! Ah! "Ah!" Shi...