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Not interested at all, Mr. Shang said: "Don't be too anxious, let's sit down and talk slowly."

As he spoke, he walked to the corner of the hotel lobby, sat down on the sofa, and looked back and forth: "Is Mr. Chi not here today?"

Of course it was Chi Yang.

It's not that Chi Yang is free to come here every day, after all, he has to deal with the Chi family's real estate affairs.

Wan Teng Linmu knew at a glance that Mr. Shang, a big scumbag, might have been interested in Chi Yang for a long time. At that time, he thought that Chi Yang was just a waiter in the hotel, but later found out that Chi Yang's identity was different. Can't let go.

Wan Teng Lin Mu didn't answer him, and sat opposite Mr. Shang with a blank face: "Say something quickly."

Luo Shen also came over, with a gentleman's natural gaze, but with a faint chill, staring at Mr. Shang like a thief.

After all, when Luo Shen met Mr. Shang for the first time, Mr. Shang was in an ambiguous wall because of narcolepsy.

Without knowing it, Mr. Shang has offended Luo Shen.

Mr. Shang was stared at by Luo Shen coldly for several times, his back was slightly hairy, and he coughed: "Actually... I came today to tell you a secret."

"As you know, I think the business opportunity is very accurate."

Mr. Shang started from scratch, and since he bought the first stock, he has made a lot of money and never missed a deal.

Mr. Shang said: "To tell you the truth, this has something to do with my narcolepsy, not because of my unique vision, but because of..."

Mr. Shang lightly dusted the collar of his suit, and said confidently: "It's because I have hallucinations every time I have narcolepsy. Things that happened."

knock knock!

Fingers tapped on the glass tea table.

"The future." Mr. Shang said two words firmly.

My eyes can see the future.

Mr. Shang looked at Wanqi Linmu with a smile: "The future of this cemetery does not belong to you, Mr. Wanqi."

She nodded her heart: "It is always mine, so whether you sell it early or late, the future is doomed, why not sell it to me now while you can still make money, so as not to sell it cheaply in the future. "

Wan Tenglin Mu looked deeply at Mr. Shang, then "slapped", and clapped his hands sincerely: "Mr. Shang, I didn't expect you to be more foolish than me!"

Mr. Shang: "..."

"I'm telling the truth!" Mr. Shang repeatedly affirmed.

Wan Tenglin Mu smiled: "I'm telling the truth, Mr. Shang, your eloquence is really good, I admire you."

Mr. Shang: "..."

"Me!" Mr. Shang stood up angrily: "You don't believe it? One day you will believe it."

He said, fastened the buttons of his suit, and strode away.

Tread!

When he walked to the door of the hotel, he suddenly stopped his long legs and turned around.

The afterglow of the setting sun slanted in from outside the hotel.

Across the desolate cemetery, it happened to hit Mr. Shang.

Mr. Shang said in a low voice, "By the way, let me tell you another future I saw."

His eyes turned slightly and fell on Luo Shen.

Mr. Shang's voice is like the oldest spell...

"Sooner or later, you will bury the body of Wanqi Linshu with your own hands."