After Wu Lai read it for less than half a minute, he threw the information aside and left without saying a word.
Nianbing over there didn't stop Wu Lai. Wu Lai's attitude was very obvious, and he wanted to do it himself.
Some people don't need to make a mountain out of a molehill, but some people should survive rather than die.
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The sand city at night is charming, energetic and full of all kinds of activities.
The lights and wine in the bar, the charming fragrance of night snack stalls, and the roadside stalls selling all kinds of small items.
In the opening of the underground passage, there are many people who set up a stall. One of them is a tall, thin black man. While setting up the stall, he is playing the guitar in his hand, occasionally playing and singing with rap. In the box in front of him, there is a lot of change, which is given to him by others.
"Peter, long time no see. How's business recently?" Now he just finished a song and was preparing to continue to greet guests to buy his trinkets. A figure stood in front of his stall, and the familiar words from his hometown made him subconsciously raise his head.
"Cauchy, it seems that you are really developed." Peter looked at his old friend who was also black in front of him, and his eyes lit up. This old friend was like me before, on the one hand, receiving relief, on the other hand, doing odd jobs to make money. He was barely able to live well in China, but now Cauchy was actually dressed in very fashionable clothes and wore a pair of AJ on his feet, which surprised him very much.
"Of course! I can't earn anything by drinking together and setting up a stall when I'm free. I have a better way to make money. Here is my business card. I'll contact me when I go to work." Cauchy smiled, gave his old friend a business card, waved goodbye, and hurried away, looking like he was in a hurry to work.
Peter looked at the business card and was a little curious. This business card was the address of a nightclub. He still knew this place. The consumption there was very high. He also heard that the quality of princesses and young masters over there was superior in Shashi. Is Cauchy working there now?
However, what can be done to make Cauchy's income exchange for the expensive clothes?
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Cauchy was in a very happy mood. He had walked to a bar alone. In China, he was glad that he was black now. In the eyes of these Chinese people, as long as he changed his clothes, he could become a complete stranger. After all, there were many black people around here, and so did those who came to the bar.
And Cauchy, the so-called work, is actually that he used to be a young master in a nightclub for a while. To be exact, it's a duck.
He was lucky. He met several Chinese bosses who were generous. He got a lot of money in a few days, and immediately went to buy a suit.
It's just that the good times don't last long.
Once again, when he went to the hospital for examination, he found that he was carrying HIV... This was undoubtedly a devastating blow to him who had just seen the hope of life.
He didn't know whether it was what he had carried before, or whether he got infected when making money, but from that time on, he had decided that since he had this disease, he would pull more people into the water!
In particular, he found that since he changed his clothes, Chinese women have been very interested in him.