"No way!" Huang Ting glared at Director Zhang and said, "Haitang is not a girl who cares about money at all. The Maasai tribe in Africa gave her such a big diamond, and she said she would take it to the United States for auction.
Then donate it to the Haitang Foundation. Huh, if that diamond is sold, it will cost at least a billion dollars!"
Hiss...
Zhang Dong suddenly took a breath of cold air, put his hand to cover his heart, and almost had a heart attack. My aunt, she actually wants to sell such a big diamond? That is simply blaspheming God, blaspheming angels, and blaspheming living creatures.
! Director Zhang swallowed and said, "Where is the diamond now?"
"Deposited in the bank!" Huang Ting shrugged, expressing her helplessness.
"No, I want to see it!!" Zhang Dong shouted hurriedly.
"Humph, there's no way to see it!" Huang Ting said helplessly: "Now the bank has closed its doors. In order to properly manage this diamond, they decided to transport it to the headquarters in Kowloon for round-the-clock supervision!"
"Oh, my God!" Zhang Dong screamed, then fainted on the ground.
Haitang and Xiaoke returned to the apartment. Because they had traveled for more than a month in Africa and had no modern facilities, they both felt like primitive people. Xiaoke returned home, lay on the sofa, and said
: "Sister Haitang, I finally have a sofa, a TV, and an air conditioner!"
"Haha, that's great!" Haitang threw herself on the sofa. Except for the first concert in South Africa where she slept comfortably, the rest of the time was uncomfortable. After all, the supporting facilities in other places could not keep up.
Sometimes Haitang and Xiaoke could only sleep in the car. When the two returned home, they were naturally very happy. However, when Haitang saw the handkerchief, she began to worry about Xiaohu again.
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In northern Africa, several black figures quietly emerged at night. These more than ten people have been sneaking in the desert in the north for half a month, but they have never been able to get rid of Jordan's old fox. What happened last time in the desert?
Except for the Tula tribe who almost succeeded, they almost didn't even see the face of the old fox Jordan. Li Xiaohu was a little annoyed about this: "Damn Jordan, not only didn't I kill him, but I also killed him.
I lost Haitang’s token and I’m so angry!”
Li Xiaohu punched the sand hard with his fist, and the sand splashed up.
The moonlight at night illuminated the figures of this group of ten people, and they all looked at Li Xiaohu blankly.
"Brother Xiaohu, I think it's better to forget it and let's go back. I believe Master Leng won't blame us!" Huang Bing'er comforted.
Huang Bing'er also had her own considerations. As time went by, the killers who followed became more and more confused and depressed. Jordan was like a loach and couldn't catch him. The knife head looked at Li Xiaohu
He glanced at it and said: "Young Master, I think we should go back. We are short of water and food now!"
"Yes!" Huang Bing'er nodded hastily. No matter where he goes, Jordan always has someone to help him. However, in this land, no one helps him. After all, this is Jordan's new territory, and it is someone else's territory.
It's always a bit difficult to chase down others.
"Okay, come back!" Li Xiaohu gritted his teeth and seemed to have no choice but to do this.
