"Let's add WeChat. If you transfer the money to me, I won't expose you for doing bad things." Lao Liu said fiercely.
Finally, Ji Bingbing added him on WeChat, and Lao Liu sent him a voice message.
"Your mother said, give me 5,000 yuan every semester. My son still has half-term college entrance examination, and Uncle Six won't ask you for more. Bonus, tuition, living expenses, all added up, you can give me 50,000 yuan!"
"Uncle Six, why don't you go rob the bank?"
"Nonsense, robbing a bank is illegal, do you think everyone has the same moral character as you?"
Ji Bingbing was so angry that no one in Huang Xizhen had a right mind. They were all vampires, leeches, and greedy people.
But people like this are easier to use. Isn’t Wang Hong an example?
"Uncle Six, I will give you one hundred thousand, and you have to do something for me."
One hundred thousand?
My God, for one hundred thousand yuan, he may not be able to earn that much even if he has not eaten or drank for five years.
"What do you want me to do? Let me declare in advance that I will not commit murder or arson. Only fools like Wang Hong would sell their souls for money."
Damn it! A greedy old hater still knows about souls.
"If you help me take care of an old lady, the one hundred thousand yuan will be yours."
"Old lady, who is it?"
"Don't ask so many questions, just say whether you are willing or not."
"Isn't it illegal?"
"Don't worry, I won't do anything illegal. I'm a law student and I won't ruin my future."
"Where is the old lady?"
"Yuncheng, I'll give you an address, and you can just take the person there."
A horse will be fattened by nocturnal grass, and the brave will be starved to death, and the timid will be starved to death. My talents will be useful, and if a man does not show his ambition, his eight-foot body will be in vain...
Lao Liu went through the words that his academic son often talked about in his mind, and slapped his thigh suddenly, "Deal!"
Ji Bingbing smiled, things that can be solved with money are never a big deal.
It's just that there is no place in my heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys that doesn't hurt because of the idiot's anger.
After thinking about it for a while, Xunsi couldn't let her suffer alone. How could she do better than herself at the end of the season?
"At the end of the season, let's talk!"
After a long day of exhaustion, the blood tank is empty.
For the first time, she was able to fall asleep without the help of sleeping pills. She was sleeping soundly when she was woken up by the harsh ringing. When she opened her eyes, it was 9:48.
"Ji Bingbing, who is talking to you in the middle of the night?"
She was sarcastic and sarcastic in the middle of the night?
"At the end of the season, don't you want to know where your grandma is?"
She was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes. The eldest sister was like a lunatic. She was woken up even though she was sleeping soundly. Ji Momo replied angrily to her, "I don't want to know."
"She was kidnapped. As a granddaughter, why don't you rescue the old lady?"
"Kidnapping? Ji Bingbing, are you crazy? Isn't the kidnapper yourself? The thief shouts "Catch the thief?"
"Which eye did you see that I kidnapped the old lady?"
"Stop talking nonsense, do you want me to give you money? Just dream!"
The phone is turned off, and I continue to dream about Duke Zhou.
She was so tired. She really wanted to go home. She missed the scallion pancakes and chive boxes made by her mother. She also wanted to take the PBC School of Finance exam...
hateful!
If Ji Momo is not fooled, then let someone else take the bait. She is going to be so angry tonight that she doesn't believe there is anyone who can "share" her anger with her.
Ji Xincheng was surprised when he received a call from Ji Bingbing.
Song Bijun died, and there is evidence that it is inseparable from Ji Bingbing.
He called the police, but Uncle Hat said that the surveillance on the mountain did not capture it, and the video provided by Wang Tianlai could not be used as evidence of murder.
She was calling him now, just in time, he wanted to ask clearly how Song Bijun died.