The husband who got married in a flash marriage is actually a billionaire CEO

late night, bar

Qian Yiqian was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, walking among the guests coming and going.

Her outfit is too ordinary, and she is a very transparent existence among the group of glamorous girls.

Just to have no sense of presence, she dressed like this tonight.

Qian Yiqian walked back and forth among the crowd, and naturally had another important task, which was to sell the contraband in his pocket.

"Beauty, let's drink." A man spotted Qian Yiqian and handed him a wine bottle.

Qian Yiqian shook his head: "I don't drink."

"Then what are you doing here at night? I've seen you go back and forth many times." The man asked.

Qian Yiqian became alert, fearing that this man was in plainclothes.

"I, I'm looking for friends..." Qian Yiqian said, lowering his head and preparing to walk away and change places.

Although she had always been a part-time salesperson and had sold many things before, this was her first time selling something like this, and it was still illegal. She was extremely nervous.

Before coming, the boss also explained that safety is the most important thing compared to the money earned from a small business.

If you find anything wrong with the other party, you must retreat immediately.

"Beauty, wait a minute," Qian Yiqian wanted to leave, but unexpectedly the man grabbed her directly.

Qian Yiqian turned around and looked at the man with a confused look on his face: "What do you want to do?"

The man curled his lips and smiled: "It's raining outside, do you want to get wet?"

Qian Yiqian was startled and his eyes widened.

The man looked at her and laughed: "I guess you are one of our own, let's go, follow me."

After the man finished speaking, he walked towards the corner.

Qian Yiqian looked at his back, hesitated for a few seconds, and then followed him.

The code word the man just said was explained by Qian Yiqian's boss before he came here.

Generally speaking, if you can say something like this, it means that the other party is an old customer and can trade.On the contrary, the risk of trading will be quite high.

Now that the man had accurately spoken the secret code of the transaction, Qian Yiqian knew that if he was lucky enough to do this business, he would make a lot of money tonight.

After the man walked out of the corner, he went directly to the back alley.

There was a huge contrast between this place and the hustle and bustle inside. As soon as he walked out, Qian Yiqian felt that the whole world had become quiet.

"There's no one here. Take out whatever goods you have on you. The police have been keeping a close eye on me recently. I'm quite short of money here. We need a lot of it." The man looked anxious, and Qian Yiqian walked to the back alley. , he said.

Qian Yiqian was a little wary, fearing that this was a plainclothes policeman. If the police caught his former accomplice and forced him to reveal the code, it would not be unusual for the person in front of him to be able to match the code.

So Qian Yiqian didn't answer the man's words, but just shook his head: "I don't know what you are talking about? What kind of goods are you?"

After saying that, Qian Yiqian rummaged through his pockets and pulled them out: "I don't have anything on me."

The man took a look at Qian Yiqian's pocket and found that she really didn't bring anything out, so he sneered: "Aqiang can do it this time, I found someone so smart."

"If those people before were as clever as you, they wouldn't be locked in there now and unable to get out."

Qian Yiqian shook his head: "I thought you called me out for something. Why do you keep saying something I don't understand? If there's nothing wrong, I'll leave."

After saying that, Qian Yiqian made a move to leave, but the man didn't stop him.

"Go back and tell Aqiang that the day after tomorrow is my birthday and let him go to my house to eat cake..." the man said again.

Qian Yiqian suddenly stopped, looked back at the man and smiled: "Boss, it passed the verification."

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