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Chapter 143 Er Gouzi, You Have Changed

Each of these people is carrying a suitcase.

One of them accidentally fell down while getting off his black suit, and his suitcase fell open.

A pile of colorful money was scattered out of the password box.

The villagers' eyes were wide open.

Money, that box contained money.

One lockbox costs so much, how much do ten lockboxes cost?

The folks have no idea about this huge amount.

Ye Wudao walked towards the medicine box.

Zhou Dianping grabbed him and said, "Why are you going?"

Ye Wudao: "They are my employees and came to see me."

Zhou Dianping chuckled and said, "You guys didn't like to brag when you were in prison."

"Er Gouzi, you have changed."

Zhou Xiaomei also took the trouble to roll her eyes and Ye Wudao said: "Stop talking arrogantly here, can you afford to offend such a person?"

"If you implicate us, I will never forgive you."

The movement here attracted the attention of the medicine box.

After discovering Ye Wudao, the medicine box suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly walked up to it.

The row of black suits followed closely behind.

The villagers suddenly became nervous.

The big boss walked toward them in a panic. What was he going to do?

The opponent's powerful aura suppressed the fellow villagers and did not dare to express their anger.

The most nervous one is undoubtedly Zhou Xiaomei’s family.

Because they came towards their family.

Damn it, could it be that what Ye Wudao said just now was heard by the other party and that he was looking for trouble?

The medicine box and black suit stopped about one meter in front of Ye Wudao, and then they all bent down deeply and bowed.

"Hello, boss."

Wow!

The crowd was in an uproar.

Zhou Dingping’s friend, a prisoner through labor, is actually the boss of these big bosses!

Let me go, his employees all fly in helicopters and carry money in boxes. So how rich is this prisoner in the labor camp?

I really didn’t realize that Zhou Dingping had such awesome friends!

Looking at Zhou Dingping's family, they were already frozen on the spot.

Isn't this Ye Wudao a reform-through-labor prisoner?

A reform-through-labor prisoner who spent five years in prison with Zhou Dingping!

He...how is he so rich!

This is too damn low-key.

When Zhou Xiaomei thought about what happened last night, her intestines almost turned green with regret.

Damn it, why don't you treat him better? Why don't you agree to Zhou Dianping and marry him!

Zhou Hu is not worthy of carrying someone’s shoes!

I missed one hundred million... No, I must have missed tens of billions.

Ye Wudao said a cold "hmm", broke free from Zhou Dingping's hand, and walked to the center of the circle.

He glanced at the entire audience. He was calm and dignified, and his temperament was noble and admirable.

Zhou Xiaomei's eyes were filled with peach blossoms, and she realized that he was so handsome and temperamental.

Ye Wudao took out the Huanyang grass from his pocket and showed it to the villagers.

"You should know this thing."

The crowd responded one after another: "We know each other."

"This is white flour. It's everywhere in the field."

"We'll feed him to the pigs."

What!

The medicine box's brain exploded with a buzz.

One Yang-returning grass, if made into medicine, can save the lives of dozens of soldiers.

It is so precious that even a thousand pieces of gold cannot buy it!

But these people actually used it to feed pigs!

Such a waste of natural resources, such a waste of natural resources, the medicine box now wishes it could destroy these ignorant villagers.

Although Ye Wudao also had a storm in his heart, he remained calm on the surface.

"I need people to plant these grasses now. The minimum salary per person is 30,000 yuan per month in the initial stage, and 50,000 or even 100,000 yuan per month after mastering. Does anyone want to do it?"

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