Tomb Robbery: When Little Buddha Wu Started Playing and Raising

Wu Xie then made an agreement with him that this year during the Chinese New Year, everyone would come to Hangzhou and have a reunion dinner together.

Xie Yucheng naturally nodded in agreement, but he did not come. However, the medical team he arranged for Wu Xie rushed to Hangzhou without stopping.

The three people were given a full body examination, and then they flew back to Beijing on a special plane with a stack of physical examination data and blood samples.

These past two days, Wu Xie was so horny that he almost burst out from smelling the disinfectant, and he felt like he had no privacy at all!

No dignity!!!

The x-rays made him see through

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The fat man looked at the big plane taking off in a straight line and said regretfully: "Hua'er Ye has this money, why not give it to us to spend."

Wu Xie was embarrassed when he heard this. He said that Xiaohua's money was used to pay off debts before it even got warm in his pocket.

I owe you too much, so it’s better not to be childhood friends anymore.

Next time they meet, he can just call Xiaohua dad.

Xiaohua: (#－.－) I am glad to be a father

Would this make you feel more at ease while chewing?

Wushanju.

This small shop is usually seldom visited throughout the year, but recently customers have been coming in waves. After seeing everyone off with great difficulty, Wu Xie finally had time to calm down and look at the account book that he had not looked at for all these years.

Because Wang Meng was not there, the fat man took over his job. His obese body squeezed in front of the small counter, taking up the entire space. He lay there holding a chicken doll that he said he bought for the little brother, and fell asleep.

Zhang Qiling stood in front of the display cabinet in the store, slowly looking at some rubbings that Wu Xie had collected over the years.

Wu Xie sat down on the ground. He was surrounded by a large number of account books. He began to read the account books, one by one.

Look at the income of each shop over the years and the various expenses in the accounts.

He really didn't believe it.

It is said that this industry has huge profits. Anyone who has some skills and experience in this industry can make a fortune.

How come it is that Wu Xie, who has been robbing tombs for more than ten years, is getting poorer and poorer, and the money in his pocket is not even as much as what he earned when he was young and lived a life of idleness and waiting to die in the shop?

This shouldn't be!

Where did his money go?

Wu Xie asked himself, he had been like an ascetic monk over the years, and had never enjoyed even a single day of the luxurious life he had imagined in the past, but why was he still heavily in debt in the end?

In the quiet space, the only sounds left were the sound of Wu Xie flipping the pages of the book quickly and the fat man's rhythmic snoring, one after another. No wonder the fat man often boasted that he was a good rhythm master.

Wu Xie raised his eyes helplessly from the account book, glanced at the fat man, pinched his sore nose, lowered his head and continued to flip through it patiently and quickly.

Um,

The equipment for the battle cannot be cut corners, as it can save lives at critical moments, and the money should be spent.

Guns and ammunition are hard to buy in China, so they can only be purchased on the black market at high prices. It is understandable that the prices are a bit higher.

Given Fatty's personality of blowing things up wherever he goes, it's normal for him to use a lot of explosives...

Most of the people who work in this industry are children of poor families. They take risks to enter this industry. If a fellow they bring out dies, the family members should indeed be given sufficient pension.

Wu Xie sighed as he watched him spend such a huge amount of money after fighting.

It’s not the money that’s wasted, it’s the young lives that are wasted.

Every penny spent should be spent, but there is something obviously wrong with the income.

When Fatty was in Banai, he would ask him to be an angel investor from time to time. Not to mention the money invested in his projects, the several million was spent by his own brothers, but the amount of money collected from various platforms was obviously not right.

Although he did not go to the tomb with the intention of finding artifacts, the people who followed him brought up a lot of things, and he had examined all of them. The tomb he dug was dangerous, so the things were naturally rare treasures. After the people from Ma Pan shipped the goods, they should have received more than that.

Beneath the seemingly normal accounts, there are all kinds of small thoughts from other dealers under his control. In the past two years, he has been too busy and has no time to take care of some things in the shop. He just wants to let it go. Every day of his life is still an unknown, and he doesn't want to care about those little tricks.

The consequence of turning a blind eye is that he is left with this mess!

Wu Xie grabbed the phone, pulled Wang Meng off the blacklist and scolded her. After he felt vented, he put her back on the blacklist.

As Wang Meng's agent for external business operations, it was understandable that he could not see the problems with the accounts and he should not have been scolded.

But as Wu Xie looked at the loss-making deals he made, he became more and more frustrated and his head hurt more and more. It felt like he was working hard outside to make money while his wife was supporting a mistress at home.

Prodigal!

How come Wang Meng hasn’t learned any of his cleverness after following him for so long?

A hand came up on Wu Xie's shoulder. It was Zhang Qiling. Wu Xie turned around and met the other's inquiring eyes. He forced a bitter smile and said, "I'm fine, little brother."

The bell hanging on the door rang crisply, and someone pulled aside the curtain and walked in, bringing in the noise and scorching heat from the street outside.

"Mr. Zhang! Your express delivery has arrived!" The man, dressed in courier's clothes, started shouting as he entered the door.

Even the fat man Zhentian's snoring quieted down for a moment, and it seemed that he was about to wake up.

There is only one person surnamed Zhang in this family.

Brother’s express delivery?

Wu Xie was stunned and thought: When did this guy learn how to shop online?

Zhang Qiling walked over to sign for the package. It was a cardboard box that looked quite large. The courier carried it in both hands, and it looked quite heavy.

What are you buying?

Wu Xie stood up curiously, "Brother, what did you buy?"

"Nothing." Zhang Qiling went straight upstairs carrying the express box. He even avoided him when opening the package. It seemed that the young man was hiding a secret from him?

Although he felt a little uncomfortable, Wu Xie was considerate enough not to follow him. He squatted down again and looked at the piles of fake account books in front of him. He felt that everyone was bullying him and felt a little wronged.

哼、

He doesn't want to talk to the little brother today.

o(′^｀)o

Wu Xie didn't want to nag at Zhang Qiling, a man who couldn't even say a word. Maybe they really didn't communicate with each other all day long. In the past, Zhang Qiling might not have been able to detect the little tricks and one-sided anger in Wu Xie's mind.

But this time Zhang Qiling discovered it quickly.

The young man went downstairs quickly after dropping off the express. He wanted to ask Wu Xie if there was anything he could help with and told him not to handle it alone. He couldn't bear to see him looking so sad.

Finding that Wu Xie did not respond, as if he did not hear what he said, Zhang Qiling called out again in confusion.

"Wu Xie?"