Taking the lighter from Li Ming, Li Jian looked at it carefully. He recognized the lighter on the front, indicating its brand.
Givenchy. A limited-edition pure gold lighter made in France. The ex-factory price is about 10,000 US dollars each. The internal fuel tank is made of aluminum leather, which also requires a considerable level of craftsmanship. This lighter comes with
In the market, it is not something you can get if you have money, you must have the corresponding social status. If you don't have the corresponding social status, no matter how much money you give, people will not buy it from you.
"Where did you pick it up?" Li Jian continued to ask Li Ming, seemingly showing great interest in the origin of this lighter. But he did not have any fondness for the lighter, but for what was behind the lighter.
People show great interest.
'Here,,he,,,he.' Seeing Li Jian's gloomy face, Li Ming started to panic. It was not for anything else but that his lighter was not what he imagined.
In that case, what he picked up was a private high-end club that he went to with Brother Fei, and he took it away half-picked and half-smoothly. That place was the first time in his life that he had entered such a luxurious place. It was like a palace.
It's like being in a dream.
Looking at Li Ming's submissive look, Li Jian had an intuition that something was wrong, and his tone became more severe. "What are you hesitating for?" and he looked like he was going to beat him.
.
"I don't know, what kind of place is that? We were all blindfolded when we entered?" Seeing Li Jian's look about to get angry, Li Ming poured out everything at once like beans poured out of a bamboo tube.
Pour it out.
"Who asked you to go?"
"Brother Fei!"
"What are you doing in a place like that?" Li Jian's tone gradually became unpleasant. There must be something unknown about this.
Looking at Li Jian's eyes, his eyes became like knives. Li Ming subconsciously took a few steps back. After all, he was only a fifteen-year-old child, so he could not withstand the pressure of Li Jian's eyes. The second father
Why did his eyes become so terrifying, it felt like an ancient beast was staring at him. That feeling made him, a fifteen-year-old child, really shudder.
"Me,,,Me,,Brother Fei. Send a box in?"
"What box?" Li Jian felt that the things inside were getting more and more strange this morning. Looking at Li Ming's evasive expression, he felt even more that there was a big problem here, and he discovered the cause of this big problem.
Everything started with this lighter in front of me.
"A long wooden crate... very heavy?,, gave me five thousand..." Li Jian also knew a general situation from Li Ming's intermittent words. This may be a Sheji
to the smuggling gang. And what kind of items they were smuggling is still unknown. But judging from the situation of finding such a fifteen-year-old child, a novice and giving five thousand yuan. In addition,
That 'Givenchy' limited edition lighter. He felt that the situation here must not be as simple as imagined, but it was a pity that he was not a bullshit policeman or something. He was too lazy to take care of it.
In just a short while, Zhou Bing looked at the car inside and out, as if he was looking at a stunning beauty.