Mo Yang

Han Mo and the others were frightened by the big gift from the intruder, and they were stunned for a while before recovering and helping him up.

Qiao Yang took a closer look, and found that it was a 26-year-old man with dark skin, bloodshot eyes, and vertical lines between his eyebrows that told the story of his unsatisfactory life. He was wearing a blue work shirt from Moyang Internet Cafe. Wrinkled jeans on the lower body, the sneakers on the feet have come off, and the whole person is a bit sloppy.At this moment, he was staring closely at Han Mo's face, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly: "I knew you were back when I saw the electric meter jumping in the basement at the front desk, benefactor..."

"Don't call me benefactor, you should call me Han Mo." Han Mo put on a friendly smile and sat the man on a lazy sofa, "Ji Fuchang, our plan is going well, The day after tomorrow, you will see that scumbag Cai Zijie will be punished. We paid the money here from Cai Zijie, here, I will give you [-], which is the compensation for being cheated." Han Mo took five stacks of money and stuffed it into the in his hands.

The young man named Ji Fuchang clenched the money in his hand, but his eyes were greedily staring at the suitcase containing the money. This detail was noticed by everyone. You must know that the people sitting at the table are all smart people. Even Qiao Yang, who is the poorest, can live up to the words "bold and careful".

Tutu's brows suddenly frowned, and the professor subconsciously wanted to close the suitcase, but Lao Qin stopped him instead, and said in a good voice: "Hey, Xiaomo...it's inappropriate for you to do this. Let's do it I got this vote purely to vent my anger on Brother Ji, and naturally all the money I got from Cai Zijie should be given to Brother Ji..."

Han Mo thought for a while: "Old Qin is right, then..."

"What makes sense? Uncle Qin didn't work hard, of course it's easy to say. We wasted three or four months in that stupid organization. Could it be that we just learned from Lei Feng to do good things?" Tutu arrogantly kicked the coffee table, "No Speaking of other things, I sprained my hand while climbing the anti-theft net, and both Mohu and Little Sun were beaten, so there must be some medical expenses and nutrition expenses, right?"

"Yeah, what can't you do with these three months? Just do something for a few 30 yuan?" The professor firmly supported Tutu's opinion.

Lao Qin muttered, "The young people nowadays are all interested in money, and they don't care about loyalty..." No more words.

Han Mo handed over the distribution rights to Ji Fuchang: "Xiao Ji, how do you divide the 37 yuan?"

Ji Fuchang had a few drops of sweat on his forehead. He glanced at the shriveled Lao Qin, then at the menacing Tutu and the professor, and finally peeked at Han Mo's impeccable smile, rubbed his palms, and said reluctantly, "This, how about it?" , it’s not good to let the benefactors be busy for a while, the 37, we will each share 6 points, and the extra [-], I will directly take it back to repair the graves of my parents..."

"Okay." Han Mo replied very simply, and took out 6 yuan from the suitcase first, and several others reached out their hands one by one. When it was Qiao Yang's turn, he stood still and did not move.Han Mo cast a glance at him and took [-] for him directly.

Ji Fuchang won 7 yuan alone, 2 yuan more than Han Mo's previous share, and he licked his lips with joy.With the help of Lao Qin, he put away the box, knelt down and kowtowed twice, promised to go to see Cai Zijie's Fufa with them in two days, and walked up the elevator briskly.

As soon as the door of the elevator was closed, Tutu said viciously, "Look at how useless he is."

"A poor person must have something to hate." Han Mo shrugged, "If he hadn't been greedy, he wouldn't have fallen to the point where his family was ruined and he hanged himself, and he wouldn't have met us."

"It's nothing, after all, he sent a big fish to the door." The professor's attitude is very good, "The 37 is nothing, the point is the 100 million we got. Speaking of it, Jiang is still old and spicy, Uncle Qin With one hand, he was kind enough to fly up, and used 6 yuan to fill up the inexperienced man, lest he think about the money in our hands and cause trouble."

"Hehe, it's nothing... Thanks to Tutu's quick reflexes, the white face sings well..." Old Qin patted his stomach kindly.

"Ahem, excuse me," Qiao Yang, who had been on the sidelines, cleared his throat and interjected, "Do you mind if you both mind interspersed with a bit of 'storytelling' in the middle of mutual flattery, so as to give me some dry goods? For example, Ji Fuchang just now Who is he, and is he the reason why you sneaked into the MLM organization? What are you, doing justice in your own way, or simply black and black?"

"Here it is again, Little Sun's secret technique: continuous questioning." The professor waved his hands unbearably, and pulled Tutu to stand up, "We will go to KTV to sing tonight, and we won't be coming back."

"I'll go back to my hometown to see the old man, and I'll be back in a week... I won't watch Cai Zijie's Fufu... I can't stand the excitement. The money... Xiaomo will divide it up, so I don't worry about it. Alright, you brothers Let’s talk... I’m not going to be a light bulb anymore.” Lao Qin stood up and said slowly, put 6 yuan into an old Baba’s handbag, and left behind the professor and Tutu.

Only Han Mo and Qiao Yang were left in the huge hall.

Han Mo sat cross-legged on the sofa, resting his chin on his left hand and looking at Qiao Yang.Qiao Yang didn't dare to look at him, so he walked around him and sat down stiffly, with his back straight, his hands on his knees, and complained in his heart: "Be strong, Qiao Yang, turn your head and look at him!"It is obvious that he has something to use you without telling you, he should be guilty, why are you short of breath!

"What are you thinking?" Han Mo saw that Qiao Yang was sitting there in a daze with the momentum of military training, and thought it was fun, so he stretched out his hand to poke Qiao Yang's arm: "Say something, where is your little sun's secret skill? "

Qiao Yang felt his arms swell, and forced himself to calm down. After holding back for a long time, he said, "Old Qin's term 'light bulb' just now is not quite right!"

"Hahaha!" Han Mo was completely amused by him, and fell down on the sofa and rubbed his stomach.Qiao Yang was affected by him, and the muscles on his face relaxed, showing a soothing smile, and dared to turn his head to look at the other party.

Han Mo laughed for a while, then sat up again.He leaned back on the armrest of the sofa, with his two long legs resting on Qiao Yang's lap.The latter are so well adapted that they used it a lot when chatting in dorms in college.Although Han Mo has a good brain and is capable in doing things, he always has a lazy temperament in his spare time. He knows how to enjoy himself like a cat. He can sit and never stand, and he can lie down and never sit.After the reunion this time, Qiao Yang always felt that Han Mo was tense. He thought that this person had matured or changed, but now that he saw it, it was only because he had never relaxed before, until he was alone with Qiao Yang. Like a cat showing its belly and stretching its waist, it showed its most non-aggressive appearance.

Qiao Yang was pleased by Han Mo's close attitude.

Han Mo adjusted his comfortable posture, and without Qiao Yang asking questions, he began to speak: "Okay, it's time for Fox Mo to tell a story. What I'm going to tell today is a story about a fool who was ruined by an MLM organization."

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