Slim waist control is definitely an exaggeration when it comes to poor people returning to their old jobs.
But it is a fact that he is the poorest among the Red League.
David owns several mines in F State.
Guan Yan invests well, but it is better to not have a company in his name than to have a company, and he will soon become a global shareholder.
Only he...
In addition to squatting and working as a guard in the Red League, I usually work as a guard and play games. My income depends entirely on commissions from the dark web...
He is also lazy, he will starve to death, and he will only accept an order when he is about to starve to death. He wears a head of bird feathers and dark circles under his eyes all day long, and walks a decadent route.
There was no billing for two years... His poor underwear had three patches on it before he took the order with itchy hands, and even received it on the head of their boss.
"The baby is in pain!" The slim-waisted control girl was about to cry. What a **** pain! Being a teacher is worse than going home and selling sweet potatoes.
"Boss, you won't want to retaliate against me because I said a few words to you at a young age, right?"
“…”
"No, no, no."
The veins under Qiao Nian's forehead twitched twice, and she scolded him in a low voice: "Speak carefully."
The slender-waisted controller is very aware of current affairs: "Okay. That's how it is. I've explained everything. I'll cancel the order."
"No need." Qiao Nian stopped him, tapping his thigh lightly with his fingertips, covering his dark pupils with his thick eyelashes: "Just tell them everything you found out."
"Uh, boss, are you crazy?" The thin-waisted control asked honestly, "Aren't you the most disgusted with having your details checked out?"
Qiao Nian asked him back: "Does that ID count as my bottom line?"
Doesn’t it count? The slender-waisted control carefully thought about what she just said, gritted her silver teeth and admitted that she was really **** and didn't count her details...
He struggled for almost a day to check the ID, and almost lost a high-end computer. Finally, he asked for help from the sidelines... It turned out that the ID behind the layers of fog was actually a trumpet that their boss had made casually when he was young.
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