People always come in in the middle of the night and the place has already been closed.

"These trips are just trying your luck! There is no sky-high price! Jiujiu believes that this city will belong to me one day. They are all romantic characters. It would be great if the colleague who brought the cloth is thirty years old!"

Jiujiu smiled, knowing that he wanted to talk to that person. "What does he look like?" he asked.

"Tall man," You Siji said, "the car was pulled in from the alley behind, it was already after midnight.

Jiujiu was waiting for me, waiting at the back door with a candle. He walked out of the dark, wearing brown clothes and pirate boots.

I was shocked! He was as cold as an iceberg, the wind blew his shiny black hair, and his sharp gray eyes.

There is a thin pink scar from his temple to the corner of his mouth, which makes him look more beautiful.

That man was as handsome and cold as a nobleman.

He took his two followers and stood in the alley without saying a word, the wind blowing on his big head.

Two followers were carrying the cloth. It seemed that he was tired of what he was doing. When Jiujiu gave him money.

He didn't even count.

"I am a bunch of monsters," Jiujiu said. "An indispensable problem. Can you make the clothes on time?"

"Definitely. When did Jiujiu miss you? You will definitely put on the diamond necklace, right?"

Jiujiu nodded, Ergouzi sighed, shook his head, more gray hair hung down from his forehead, three or four hairpins fell to the ground, You Siji put out his cigar and threw it into the ashtray.

"What a generous man, Mr. Na Jintang," You Siji said.

I came here a few days ago, ah, friend! Jiujiu shouldn't have," Yousiji raised his head and looked at Jiujiu with embarrassed brown eyes.

"Huo Zhuoshan thinks he brought Zhu Tousan with him," Jiujiu said quietly.

"Huo Zhuoshan knows that you also made Yousiji's clothes."

Rudao Najintang didn't pay you monthly. He, he's been too busy doing investments and stuff recently. Huo Zhuoshan is sure he has forgotten about it."

Ergouzi walked into the back room and soon took out two long slips of paper with detailed money clearly written on them.

Jiujiu glanced at the total amount at the bottom of the bill, and then folded it up. It was a large sum, no wonder Ergouzi finally said it.

Then Jintang really shouldn't have paid back the money he owed me for so long.

"Don't worry," Ergouzi said to Jiujiu. "No one pays money on time.

That's against my rules! Huo Zhuoshan is not really worried about the money, but...well, Jiujiu does need working capital."

Understand, I will never do this again."

"Forget about this, what an unpleasant thing. Ouyang Jing made a sarong like this. Of course it was not made by Jiujiu."

"This store is too small. It doesn't really belong to Jiujiu until we leave the city." You Siji began to roll up the shiny fabric.

"She is probably an indifferent woman. I don't know what Niu Ba thinks of Yousiji. In fact, Yousiji is as good as a duck mother, raising a group of girls who have just grown up.

"For Niu Ba to have fun when he hates the noisy chatter of You Si Ji."

Jiujiu walked out of the store, and Niu Ba was waiting outside in his car.

He showed no expression and helped Jiujiu get into the car without saying a word, and sat on the dark red leather cushion. Then he sat in front and the car drove away.

The car was open, and Jiujiu endured the assault of the street scene up the mountain, the noise and the unpleasant smell. The smell of diesel and cotton.

After Niu Ba asked Jiujiu to get off the car in front of Najintang Palace, he drove away in a car. Jiujiu walked in, very angry with Najintang, and planned to talk to him immediately.

When Jiujiu stepped onto the stairs, the inexplicable and vague feeling of fear that A Wu Lu had when he arrived a month ago came back, and this feeling never really disappeared.

It has been lingering around Jiujiu, right in Jiujiu's heart

A month has passed and the disaster has not happened, but this feeling still exists.

Jiujiu tried to comfort herself, thinking that this was just a random thought, just a kind of nervousness and dissatisfaction.

But as Jiujiu walked down the aisle to Na Jintang's office, the feeling of imminent and unresolved danger was stronger than ever.

The office was empty, the desktop was covered with securities papers, and there was a fruity smell of whiskey from Merseyside. There was half a bottle of fruit and a glass on the small table next to the desk. Jiujiu frowned and walked over to him.

Wear a door at the door of your room.

A quick greeting came from inside, asking Jiujiu to come in.

Na Jintang was wearing an evening dress, tucking a white fine gauze shirt into his waist that fit snugly around the waist of a noble-colored horse. He raised his head, shouting and laughing, and his eyes were full of excitement and joy.

"Just in time," he said to Jiujiu,

"Jiujiu can wear his own vest and jacket, but he's afraid that his tie won't be tied properly.

You have to look pretty in front of your friends," his voice was a little hoarse and his face was red.

"You're drunk," Jiujiu said coldly.

"Ah, I'm not drunk, my dear. Just a little bit, it feels good. My colleagues always need a good time sometimes."

"Najintang,"

"Now look!" He interrupted Jiujiu. "Jiujiu doesn't like spraying. If Jiujiu wants to drink, he can drink it. Those money items, it really takes a wizard to memorize them all.

The price and the amount, how much here, how much there, it’s really killing people. There needs to be someone in charge of the money.”

"Maybe it should."

"Jiujiu heard the thorn in your words, oh, it's still cold and slow, right? Jiujiu just drank a little too much. Come on, my dear, slowly."

"Jiujiu thinks Jiujiu may be too close to heart."

"Jiujiu loves you, you know that. That's why you invest everywhere."

Jiujiu wants to be rich, really rich. When Jiujiu is rich, you will marry Jiujiu, and I will live happily together forever." The last three words were all mixed together.

He walked toward the mirror and stumbled. He put on his waistcoat, straightened it out, stepped back a little, and looked at himself.

"A handsome man," he said to the mirror, "very handsome. As soon as the investment is recovered, he will become rich immediately. He is beautiful and rich."

He turned around to face Jiujiu, his lips twisted into a smile.

He stared at Jiujiu, the smile on his face disappeared, and the happiness in his eyes disappeared.

He frowned, looking more and more upset and worried.

"Okay," he said grimly, "you have something on your mind again. What is it?"

Jiujiu took out the bill from her handbag and handed it to him. He looked down at it for a while, his face still full of sadness, and it was difficult to see clearly what was written on it.

"What are these?"

"It's a bill from Ergouzi in Jintang. There are two of them, one is for Jiujiu and the other is for Zhutou San."

"So you know about this?"

"Jiujiu has known about Zhutou San for several months. Jiujiu Ergouzi is not doing this." "You Siji loves Jiujiu, do you know? I love Jiujiu and have been begging to leave you, please Jiujiu

Marry a well-oiled chicken.

It’s not just about money. You Siji lost a colleague who was richer than Jiujiu. In the future, he may be able to find a colleague who is twice as rich.

But Yousiji thinks Jiujiu is the best colleague." "Jiujiu has no interest in these," Jiujiu said sternly. "The bill has not been paid, so Jintang.

You have been in arrears for several months, Jiujiu feels ashamed. Ergouzi is working hard, and,"

"Go and pay it off tomorrow!"

"Then let's look at Najintang."

Jiujiu turned around and left his room. No one had time to say anything, lest he regret it in the future.

Reward and.

Jiujiuguo went to his room, took a double breath, and forced himself to calm down and forget about what happened just now. Jiebi would pay the bill and apologize to Daoge.

Jiujiu will forgive him as usual. But Jiujiu still can't help but worry about him. How many such bills are there that have not been paid in full?

Is he drawing receipts on hand? I make considerable profits every week after expenses. I always thought that if I was doing well, I must have a large deposit. Is this true?

Na Jintang never discussed money matters with Jiujiu. He only briefly told Jiujiu about the investments he had made and assured that he would make huge profits soon.

Jiujiu didn't know how much money he had invested. He thought he was a shrewd businessman, but Jiujiu never felt confident about it.

It only took an hour to go downstairs, so Jiujiu took the time to prepare. Jiujiu's golden hair was wavy in front, and long shadow hair hung down behind her.

Jiujiu put on Jiujiu's favorite crimson velvet, and put on the diamond necklace that Jackie's brother gave Jiujiu two years ago. At that time, I was sure that the Brick and Stone New Palace would be a success.

The diamonds hung down in a net-like pattern in front of Jiujiu's face, shining with dazzling silver-purple light. Jiujiu took another look in the long dressing mirror and was very satisfied with this outfit.

He kept asking his hands, complaining that the color of the ham was not good, and the slices of barbecue were not thin enough. Jiujiu tried his best to cheer him up, saying that everything would be done well. He asked Jiujiu to try something

Small pastries with frosting.

When Jiujiu tasted the pastries, Naguopu looked at Jiujiu unhappily.

He told Jiujiu that the top-quality city fruits had been sold out. All his friends wanted to drink this fruit. Jiujiu told him that the goods were expected to arrive tonight, but not until after the order was collected.

The friend made a phone call to express his disdain for the smuggler, and then began to sip the milk sauce vigorously.

Jiujiu returns to the main hall above and accepts a stern inspection from Niuba for Wu.
To be continued...