I didn't convince Kwan Jian to get in the car. When I drove away, Kwan Jian looked at me lonely. I looked at him in the rearview mirror, like an outcast.

The question that my second uncle set for me was really wonderful. Help me is to kill me. If I don’t help me, I will be an outsider.

I haven't smoked for a long time, and the dizziness in my lungs has been gone. The dry smoke is spicy and it feels like northern air.

I was surprisingly calm and walked in the traffic. All my emotions just now disappeared. I called Xiaohua. After dialing for a long time, Xiaohua didn't answer. I called the fat man and told him something was wrong.

We met in a hair salon he often went to by the West Lake. The fat man and I sat on a chair by the West Lake and drove beer. Then they sighed and said, "How could this happen?" I told the fat man that I needed him to inquire about the specific situation, so we could make a judgment. At the same time, I asked the fat man to get the money.

"Uncle II is here, and the guys who have feelings can't get a lama. Now I can only find a person who only looks at the money. The price of these people is not too low. My salary is just that little, and my savings are almost done. I have enough life, but it is definitely not enough to go to the ground. Moreover, the sleepy place is unusual, and I am afraid that special talents will be needed, and the price will be higher."

I thought the fat man would agree at once, but although he spent money without limit, he had some savings, but the fat man looked embarrassed.

I frowned and said, "What's wrong? What happened?" The fat man is not a person who is unkind. This expression must have happened that I didn't know. The fat man turned his head and looked at the hair salon behind him. The proprietress was washing the hair, and there was a transfer note on the door of the hair salon.

"My friend is in trouble, so I went to help," the fat man touched his neck, "helped a little hard."

"You always have a million or eight hundred thousand yuan on you. How much can a hair salon cost?" I asked, and the fat man sighed: "It's hard to say, don't ask. In short, the ones that can be mobilized on your body are only 50,000 yuan. I'll throw them all in, you must not be enough. We have to find a way out."

I checked the balance with my mobile phone. I still had 150,000 yuan on my card, and I had 200,000 yuan. Today, I am different from the past. I could buy all the equipment to Shandong for more than 10,000 yuan. Now I can’t get all the people with 200,000 yuan. But Fatty, like me, doesn’t have a word death in my mind, and I think Hei Xiaozi and Mon Oil Bottle will never die.

After a while, the fat man went to inquire about the matter first. The people from the Wu family would definitely not tell me any news, but they would definitely tell me. Moreover, such things will definitely become rumors in a few days. I just don’t want to tell the truth by myself. I went back to Wushanju first. Wang Meng must have known this. Seeing that I came, he didn’t say a word and didn’t know what to say. I asked him directly: “How much is the card?”

"Old...boss, what's wrong?" Wang Meng asked me, and I said, "You can help me post the news on the road, and you will borrow money, with an interest of 8 cents. I will borrow as much as I can."

"Uncle II said hello, no one will lend it to you," Wang Meng said, "You know how much salary I earn, boss. Although Uncle II gave me an extra, it's not yet the payday. If you gave me more, I will definitely give it to you now."

I said to him that although the second uncle said hello, as long as he didn't lend it to me directly, he used the Wangmeng as a middle wall. In fact, everyone on the Tao knew that I borrowed it, and my reputation was still very high. 8 points of interest is huge profits, and someone would be willing to gamble.

Wang Meng shook his head: "Uncle Second has reported the situation. No one will believe that you can pay back the money. Boss, Huaer Ye is so rich. Let him do such a thing. I heard that more than 100 people have been there."

I took a photo and didn't know if anyone borrowed it, but the news was released first, and he agreed. I sat on the stairs of Wushanju and called Jin Wantang. Jin Wantang didn't answer the damn thing.

After calling for half an hour, I didn't answer, but instead saw him posting a message on Moments: Sometimes rejection is a kind of kindness.

The second uncle's setting allows everyone to be on the moral high ground, not answering my phone without worrying about not being able to face me in the future. I pinched my eyebrows, lit a cigarette again, took two puffs, and found it raining.
Chapter completed!