When the sound of familiar ears was heard, Jian Erfeng had not fully reacted at the beginning, but with the bright moonlight at night and the "jewelry spirit" reflected by the light or dark lights around him, Jian Er quickly linked the identity of the person who fell to the familiar voice.

After all, among the people Jian'er is relatively familiar with, there is only one person who is this iconic dress. This is no one else, but he is the provider of Jian'er's "first pot of gold" and the wool merchant Boss Mao.

"I said to Boss Mao, are you okay?" Looking at the fat body and the dull sound of Boss Mao just landed on the ground, Jian'er felt a little painful for him. He quickly reached out and helped him help.

In fact, Jian'er did this because she was a little guilty. Others might think that Boss Mao was not balanced and fell. After all, compared to Jian'er's slender appearance, no matter how you look at it, it should be the one who was knocked down. Boss Mao fell himself and no matter who saw it, it would be impossible for Jian'er to blame him for being on his head.

But Jian'er knew in her heart that Boss Mao fell and it had something to do with her. Her eyes glanced at a position. The space that Jian'er looked at seemed to be twisted. Jian'er curled her mouth, don't think she didn't see the culprit suddenly that suddenly appeared in the ground - Shitoujun. But if it weren't for that stone, who might be the one who fell to the ground now? Although there were not many people who saw it clearly and would not be able to see the embarrassing person, but it might be hurt if he couldn't resist it. Even if it wasn't for him, he would be better than me. Moreover, this guard was loyal to the master. According to this statement, he should only reward but not punish him.

"Oh, hey! It hurts so much!" The fat and short fingers wearing several big rings rubbed the fat that he had fallen into. Although our fat layer is thick and solid enough, it cannot be compared with the real floor. This time it fell so hard that it was really solid. The weight pressed on the floor, and the ground shook three times. How could it not be solid?

When the pleasant female voice came into his ears, a thin white and tender gust appeared in front of Boss Mao. Boss Mao looked up and saw that he was still an acquaintance. However, Boss Mao didn't have the courage to pull the thin white little hand. He knew very well what his tonnage was. When he pulled his thin wrist, he might not be able to get up, but he would pull the other girls down together.

After a breath of relief, Boss Mao knew that this was a good thing in front of Master Wenren. Even if he had added courage, he would not dare to take the risk of pulling down the little girl from the other side to borrow strength! Boss Mao could only endure the pain and waved his hand and said, "No, let's do it yourself!" Jian'er knew that no one would have thought that the problem was her. She stretched out her hand out of face, with her small arms and legs. She really didn't want to boss Mao who could pull up this large tonnage.

Speaking of which, Boss Mao had a very deep impression of Jian'er. The first time he was a slutty girl, he ended up putting out a top-notch girl. The second time he also left the treasure in the hands of this girl. However, Boss Mao later turned around and came. He was just a wool business, and the money he made was a steady amount. Whether the raw materials sold were rising or falling, it really had nothing to do with him.

Besides, wouldn’t Jian’er also benefit from cutting out the best wool materials in his store? You should know that when the best wool materials are released, the business in his store will rise sharply in a few days! Now, who doesn’t know about his old Mao store mentioned in the gambling stone industry in S City? It’s a place where glass-types are cut out. This doesn’t mean that Boss Mao has replenished the goods several times in advance. In this way, Miss Song is his old Mao God of Wealth.

Thinking of this, Boss Mao, who finally stood up, immediately put on a flattering smile: "Oh. Isn't this Miss Song? It's been a long time since I saw you. It's a coincidence that I just arrived at a batch of good materials today, a 100% old pit. Don't you come to Taotao?"...

Looking at Boss Mao's appearance, Jian'er felt strange. She remembered the first time she cut out the best jade from Boss Mao, and then the second time she met, it was really not too pleasant. According to what Jian'er thought, Boss Mao would be fine if he didn't treat it as a rejection dealer. Why did he invite him so kindly?

Looking at Jian'er's appearance as if she was guarding against thieves, Boss Mao felt aggrieved. Is it okay for him to invite him sincerely this time? However, Boss Mao also knew that his previous performance was not good in Jian'er's eyes. He didn't know why the petty aura in front of Jian'er was involuntarily.

Forget it, I won’t be confused anymore. Whether to love or not, it is a polite nature to ask her. She gets beautiful jade, he gets fame and fortune, and benefits. For some reason, Boss Mao always feels like Jian will bet on the best again, so Boss Mao planned to make a clear statement: "Speaking of this, I asked Miss Song for your blessings the first two times and cut out a few top-quality pieces. This time, Mao is just going to get rid of Miss Song's blessings again. As long as Miss Song is willing to savor the stone on the spot, I will also give you the last fold for the materials you chose this time."

With a few strange eyes, Jian'er really never thought that Boss Mao would say such words. To be honest, this shouldn't have been said by a prodigal businessman who had been in the mall for many years. However, Jian'er could hear these words, Boss Mao did not play false words with her. Thinking about it, Boss Mao said this to the point, as if he didn't go and see it, it was really a bit stubborn. And to be honest, it was pleasing to the eye when he saw the ugly stone cut out pieces of beautiful jade, especially if you like it, you can keep it. If you don't like it anymore, it would feel even better to exchange for money. Although he is not short of money at the moment, no one would think that it is too much money.

If you say that gambling stones is risky, you have to see who said this. At least for Jian'er, this thing is just "picking up money" without any risk. At most, it is afraid that it will attract others' jealousy and rob. But with her current strength, do she still need to be afraid of this? As long as someone dares to rob, she will dare to rob it back, and there is no burden to eat bad things.

Thinking of this, Jian'er blinked her bright big eyes, then turned her eyes and showed a sweet smile: "Then let Boss Mao's Ji Yan, I'll have to trouble Boss Mao to take care of him later."

When Boss Mao heard Jian'er's answer, he always felt relieved. If he had said so blandly, Jian'er still refused. Although no one knew, it was a matter of being invisible. The result is very good now. No matter what the situation was before, as long as Jian'er nodded, this kind of good relationship has been established. Although he does not expect Jian'er to help anything in the future, just being able to speak in front of Master Wenren may beg for him when Mao would have to ask for help.

Following Boss Mao to this warehouse that can be called familiar again. When he saw that it was true that many new goods were coming as Boss Mao said. Because he gained profit from gambling stones several times, Jian'er later put some effort into this, and it can be seen that the goods he received this time were really good.

"Ms. Song, please look slowly. Just see the little worker who is suitable to ask you to help you get it. After you have chosen it, we will settle the bill in the end. A regular customer came over me. I have to say hello and I won't bother you." I know that many people don't like everyone talking beside me when picking stones, so Boss Mao knew very well and found an excuse to leave after bringing Jian'er in.

Although Jian'er has no problems, the awareness that Boss Mao shows now is quite happy. He nodded and signaled that Boss Mao to be at will. After he left, Jian'er started another treasure hunt in a very pity...

However, the first step in treasure hunting was to look at a fat mouse that was still hanging on his hand and pretended to be dead. Jian'er stretched out his slender hand, pinched and lifted it up. Gan'er was like a ball of pomrose hanging upside down by a thin rope and picked it up. His fingers just shook slightly, Gan'er performed a purely natural and unpolluted "rat" strong windmill performance on Jian'er's fingers.

Seeing that the fat mouse pretending to be dead finally opened the eyes and eyes that were hiding one circle after another, Jian'er put the ground on the ground. Looking at Tiangan's chubby body, looking at Tiangan's chubby body, looking like she was standing unsteadily, Jian'er stuck out her tongue. She seemed to have bullied Tiangan a little too much, but immediately Jian'er put her expression on and looked serious.

Although I feel a little guilty, this cannot make Greedy appear. This fat mouse is a habitual person who climbs the pole. It must be healthier and more appropriate to fight it. Otherwise, within three days, this guy will be another one who lifts the tiles.

He stretched out a finger and pressed against Greed's nose, allowing it to stop from the circle, "Are you awake? Work! Whether you can atone for your merits and atone for your sins depends on your performance for a while."

"Repeat the sins with merits?" The Greedy Rat's eyes lit up, and the circle in his eyes stopped turning, and his feet stood firm. He was full of thoughts to attract these four words! Isn't that as long as he performs well tonight, those cramps and skins, the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty will be far away from it? (Jian'er: People have never said that they would use this torture to you? At least they didn't say that they were all your brain-supplementing drips and cuts. Jian'er sighed, it was indeed invincible torture! Even if the brain-supplementing rat is a rat.)

Opening the rat's eyes, as if she was trying to make sure from Jian'er's eyes that she was not joking. After looking at each other for a minute, Gancai seemed to have been affirmed. Now his waist is no longer sore, his legs are no longer hurt, and his mind is no longer fainting. Gancai began to slap Jian'er in his chest with a moment of pointing fingers at Jian'er, as if he was swearing to devote himself to his master. Jian'er's black line, who taught this fat mouse these things? Jian'er touched her chin, and the more she looked at it, the more she wanted to suck it?
Chapter completed!