How can a person with a death wish, a very high status and an extremely complicated background be guaranteed to survive?

"Well, how about being locked up in a prison in the city?"

Ge Wanshan showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and looked at Duan Yuanming expectantly.

If Jiang Zhihong dies in Qianhu Station, then he will become a sinner trapped in the building and commit injustice. Let alone a future, he will just work in Qianhu Station until death.

"Are you sure?"

Duan Yuanshan looked at Ge Wanshan and asked with surprise: "I don't have any objections. Jiang Zhihong is dead as long as he dies. It's okay for the Prime Minister to blame me... But for such a large contribution, are you sure you don't want to fight for it?"<

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"This..."

Ge Wanshan suddenly became confused.

Calculated according to the actual mission situation, that is close to 600 points of contribution!

Even if half of the total banner is given to the hundreds of households below, there are still three hundred left.

Three hundred... The position of Qianhu will last for fifteen years.

Even the last confrontation with Taipingdao wasn’t so much.

How could he be willing to let such a huge contribution slip through his fingers?

"Damn it, done it!"

Ge Wanshan gritted his teeth.

He didn't believe it. He could let Jiang Zhihong die under his nose by staring at him for twelve hours a day.

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It is simply a miracle that the author was able to earn tens of thousands of dollars for two days in a row...
Chapter completed!