The Bull Demon King laughed and stepped forward, gave Zhang Mingxuan a warm hug, and said, "My brother is here, please sit down! Please sit down!"

Zhang Mingxuan was pulled by the Bull Demon King, and the two sat on the leather sofa.

Zhang Mingxuan couldn't help but say, "Senior Brother, why do you want to do such a thing?"

The Bull Demon King glared at Hong Boy and said unhappy: "Little Bastard, you know how to complain? What are yours and mines? Are you all from our family? When I die, these are not yours?"

Red Boy squinted his eyes and stared at the Bull Demon King. He had anger at one glance. Do you have to have some face? Your Daluo Golden Immortal cultivation has the same life span as the heaven and earth. We don’t know who will die first!

The Bull Demon King looked at Zhang Mingxuan with a smile and said, "It's really time for junior brother to come. If you don't come, I will look for you."

Zhang Mingxuan looked at Niu Mowang in confusion and said, "Senior Brother, what are you asking me for?"

The Niu Demon King smiled and said, "I just looked at the information of the cigarette workshop and found that my junior brother actually had 50% of the shares. I thought about it for a while and simply gave my junior brother three more layers to make up auspicious numbers."

Red Boy's eyes suddenly turned red, mine, those are mine!

Zhang Mingxuan's mouth twitched twice, and he looked at the Bull Demon King with a smile and said, "It's not good! I just came up with an idea at the beginning, and everything was done by Red Boy."

The Bull Demon King waved his hand and said, "That's it."

Under the powerful gift from the Bull Demon King, Zhang Mingxuan refused repeatedly and could not postpone it, so he reluctantly accepted it.

Afterwards, the two chatted and laughed and contacted each other. The Niu Mowang also said that they planned to go back. In the future, the Tianmen Mountain Song Bar, the bar, and the tobacco factory were handed over to Bao Yao Qian Kaisen to take care of him and Zhang Mingxuan. In the future, Zhang Mingxuan would be free of charge in the bar. Of course, Zhang Mingxuan agreed generously.

Red Boy had been completely forgotten by the two of them, and could only stand beside him, listening to the two of them dispose of their own property in tears.

It was not until the evening that Zhang Mingxuan said goodbye to the Bull Demon King with a smile and walked out of the tobacco factory with a red boy.

On the street outside, Zhang Mingxuan untied Hongbo's body-fixing technique, and Hongbo looked at Zhang Mingxuan resentfully.

Zhang Mingxuan coughed and said a little embarrassedly: "Actually, I think it's good to hand over the industry to Lao Niu. He said it well. Isn't it all yours?"

Red Boy shouted angrily: "I will never believe you again!" He turned around and left.

Zhang Mingxuan shouted: "Hey! Do you still have money? Do you want to ask Uncle Master to lend you a little first?"

"don't want!"

Zhang Mingxuan smiled and said to himself: "Forget it, can you starve to death as a golden immortal?"

Zhang Mingxuan soared into the air and flew towards the hanging island.

In a corner of the market, Red Boy was squatting while holding his legs. A gust of wind blew, and a piece of dust rolled up in front of him, looking very miserable.

Red Boy took out his cell phone, felt wronged and wanted to find someone to tell him. He clicked on his grandfather’s chat page and sent a message full of emotion: “Grandpa, I miss you so much!”

Looking at the phone with tears in my eyes, waiting for my grandfather to come back to meet him with a heartwarming word. Only my grandfather can let him feel a little warmth in this cold world.

With a tingling sound, a golden red envelope appeared on the screen, and Red Boy clicked it casually, ten million!
Chapter completed!