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"Mr...." Hong Xiang kept blinking, hoping to recover the dryness of his left eye.

Guochang Lu Dajue: "..." What's going on, this reaction is not right, shouldn't it be a headache?

"Can you... ask your clan to buy me a bottle of eye drops."

"..."

After the blond-haired youth took two drops of eye drops, the soreness subsided a bit.Now Dajue on Guochang Road could tell that Hong Xiang didn't have a headache, but a pain in his eyes.

"Are you all right?"

"Maybe the nerves in the brain are compressed to the eye sockets. I have seen similar examples in some medical techniques." It's all nonsense.

Politician · Know nothing about medical skills · King of Gold: "That's it." He believed it.

Hong Xiang stood up reluctantly, put down his hands over his eyes, but his slightly lowered head caused his bangs to droop, and he consciously leaned his body towards the **** again, his fine hair covered the young man's left eye.

"I won't evade this question any more, but please give me some time to think about it."

The blond young man was pale and tired, and the conviction conveyed in his right eye was straight up. He was seriously replying to the words of the King of Gold.

Guochang Road Dajue nodded in satisfaction, skipping the Hongxiang in front of him and glanced at a corner beside him.

——He Hui has recovered his memory...but you still don't want to see him, Weitzman.

The silver-haired young man stood behind a certain pillar of the Imperial Pillar Pagoda without making a sound.He can feel that Hehui is only a dozen meters away from him, but it can't be done... Even if they get to know each other again, the "unchanged" of the Silver King is still there, and the established "destiny" at the beginning will not change .

When he went back, the space-moving power user from "Feishiyuan" sent him back to his original place, which was in the alley from the barbecue shop.

Looking at the time, it has only been two hours since he had dinner with Haichang's basketball club and tennis club, but it feels like 200 years have passed in Hongxiang.

200 years is by no means an exaggeration. First, Mr. Hehui lived for 16 years, and then Mr. Hehui transplanted the eyes of the six reincarnations to increase the memory of the sixth life. come out.

Ah, if it wasn't for Hehui Jun's excellent memory ability, he might forget who was in Dajue on Guochang Road when he opened his eyes.

Hong Xiang: My heart is so stuffy, I suddenly became a grandfather, sigh.

Speaking of receiving so many memories as No.1, I always feel that He Hui Jun is like another personality of him, always by my side.

But now his situation is not so good, Hong Xiang has replied so seriously, the King of Gold will naturally pay more attention to this heir, at least, Hong Xiang has heard several strange breathing sounds beside him.

The "Untimely Institute" was dispatched and directly regarded him as the next generation to protect him.

Originally, he wanted to check his eyes as soon as he got out of the "center", but there were so many eyeliners around him... he couldn't even look at his eyes on the phone screen.

Just go home.

As soon as he entered the entrance, the blond youth took off his shoes and went straight to his room, completely ignoring the puppies and cats in the living room.

"Is He Hui in a hurry to go to the bathroom?" The boy with iris-colored eyes and the cat with different-colored eyes stared at each other, neither of them could tell what the other was thinking.

After closing the bedroom door with a snap, Hong Xiang got into the bathroom, turned on the wall light and looked in the mirror.

left eye, left eye...

Opening his eyelids, his pupils widened, he looked inside and out several times, and rolled his eyes several times at himself in the mirror, to make sure that there would not be a sudden extra number on his left eyeball, the young man heaved a sigh of relief.

Great, the left eye of the Liudaoku version of the slot machine is no longer in his eye socket.

The most important thing was confirmed, and the blond youth went down the stairs to the living room with satisfaction, took the milk tea that Siren asked Thor to learn to brew, and said thank you.

"I always feel that Hehui is as relaxed as if he finished a tuba." Osamu Dazai said quietly.

"Puff—" Hong Xiang successfully choked on the milk tea.

The green eyes of the young man looked at Osamu Dazai, and the other hand, which was not holding anything, pressed firmly on the forehead of the black-haired boy, "You are not allowed to use such a wonderful metaphor!"

The white kitten jumped onto Toko's lap, sat down as if in a demonstration, raised its chin and glanced at Osamu Dazai, the cat's eyes were full of contempt.

After drinking half a cup of milk tea, the blond young man opened the tablet on the sofa, intending to check how much savings he had and whether he would have to beg for food after fleeing Hong Kong.

"The leading war that ended a month ago, to put it bluntly, revolved around money." The black-haired boy leaned over, put his hand on Hongxiang's shoulder, and easily reached the intimate distance.

"Get out of the way for me."

Osamu Dazai felt aggrieved: "Hey? Why! Hehui is so indifferent..."

"I'm going to enter the password." This is an account for saving private money, and no one but him can know it!

The black-haired boy reluctantly moved away, "But He Hui took away my salary card and didn't give me pocket money..."

"Dazai is still young, I will help you take care of it temporarily, and I will return it to you when you grow up." Listen, this familiar explanation of parents receiving red envelopes.

Then, Hong Xiang was knocked unconscious by a bunch of zeros from Kari.

He knew that the Green King had added a lot of zeros to Mr. He Hui's account, but this amount was... too much.

In Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, although Mr. Hehui has the right to speak, except for the tasks directly issued by the leader, Mr. Hehui only masters the negotiation and reception work with several overseas organizations. The actual salary is also verified by the finance department according to the workload. Then settled into the corresponding amount.

Compared with some low-level staff who are busy spinning the top all day long, the direct subordinates of the leader's confidants, and the cadres in charge of their own areas, the workload of Mr. Hehui who negotiates with overseas organizations once a year is really nothing.

Although the salary is very high after a successful negotiation.

In addition, in recent years, He Huijun has chosen to go to school, and the working hours of Hong Kong black people have been reduced.

Hongxiang's previous life was affluent, and he could buy an old house with hundreds of millions of dollars in savings at any time, but compared with the land and gold where the five Hong Kong and black buildings are located, it really pales in comparison.

These zeros are very recent.

In the "War of Dragon Heads", various forces fought over the unowned 5000 billion black money.There is no other reason, this amount of money is really too tempting.

However, as the final winner, the Hong Kong gangsters, although the benefits they get far outweigh the losses, the amount they get is far less than 5000 billion.How come those small organizations can't swallow that much, so where does the rest of the money go?

The Clan of the Green King, "JUNGLE", is a group of cybermen.

The distribution is scattered, the number is large, and the personnel are miscellaneous.Maybe meeting in real life, clan members don't know that the person opposite is their own clan.

These people have one thing in common, they know how to use the Internet.

With so many Internet users here and there, there is a "reasonable" amount of money in each user's account, which is less than one-thousandth of the total account, which naturally cannot attract the attention of the government's Internet Supervision Bureau.

Then those amounts are "reasonably" remitted to my acquaintances, and the acquaintances transfer to the acquaintances of the acquaintances. After several rounds and dozens of rounds, although some of them will be lost (handling fees, "reasonable" disappearances, etc.) , but the amount transferred to an account in the end was as much as 1000 billion.

The Supervision Bureau can't catch the fox's tail at all, it's better to say that it has nothing to do if it finds out.

For example, if a person’s salary is around 30 yuan, he received 35 yuan transferred from his boss that month, and then he bought something and transferred 5 yuan. This 5 yuan transaction is of course legal.And the 5 yuan, after a series of transfers, the account that finally entered is of course innocent.

Tens of thousands of "JUNGLE", the thread derived from "JUNGLE"... The human social network is very wonderful, friends, friends of friends, friends of friends of friends.

It is said that when M does not know N, M can get to know N by relying on N's three acquaintances O, P, and Q.

And many people have more friends on the Internet than the actual number. This 1000 billion black money has already become "reasonable" after passing through hundreds of thousands or even millions of accounts.

If it is necessary to pursue accountability, the owners of these millions of accounts are all accomplices.

Can you judge the same penalty for every hair on a fox's tail.

Hong Xiang's hands trembled and he rubbed his eyes several times.

It is one thing to remember that there is a lot of money, but it is another thing to actually see that there is a lot of money.

"What's wrong, He Hui." A gentle male voice sounded, and the young man with dark green hair stood behind the sofa and looked at Hong Xiang's foolishness, and couldn't help crying out.

The blond young man was stunned for a moment, closed the tablet, took a deep breath, "Run away."

"Huh?"*2

Hong Xiang straightened his expression, "Mafia is not for humans, but all the blood will be sucked up in it, and then you will be thrown away as garbage!"

"Even if it's He Hui who says that, Mafia has Mafia's rules, you are welcome in the basement of Ganghei." The black-haired boy's kite-colored eyes widened for a moment, and he replied in a joking tone.

— Betrayal is death.

This was the first rule the previous generation taught him.

The blond young man hated iron but said: "Mr. Dazai, we can't be bound by rules."

"People are alive, rules are dead. Rules are changed by people!"

The black-haired boy scratched the cheek where the gauze was stuck. Although he didn't know why the blond-haired boy made such a move, he continued to cooperate and said, "What He Hui means is to change this rule before betrayal?"

"It's escaping, not betrayal." Even if it was him, no... just because it was him, he had a lot of information about Hong Kong gangsters in his mind, and if it was confirmed that he betrayed Mori Ogai, he would definitely send all his troops to hunt him down.

Than Water Flow: Isn't it the same?

Hongxiang nodded to himself, holding Dazai Osamu and Bishuiliu's hands with two hands respectively, "Tonight, we have a dream. (Tonight, we have a dream)"

"I announce that the Escape from Hong Kong gangster squad has been established today."

Whoever loves to treat this dark organization!The money is enough, the next family (the heir to the King of Gold) has been found, and the backstage (the King of Gold is equal to the entire country) is strong enough, and only one of them will run away.

Osamu Dazai: Smile.JPG

Inexplicably better than water flow: doubt.JPG

But both of them tacitly did not refute Hongxiang. Bishuiliu, who became the king of green, is in the intelligence department. Naturally, he knows a little about Hongxiang and the king of gold. Out of trust in the blond youth, the dark green hair youth is very serious. The proposal said: "Should I call Kamichuya and Zack?"

Hearing this, the black-haired boy who was still able to handle it just now showed a very disgusted expression.