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    Qin Mo also thought of another point, if this guy made any requests in the car.

    As long as it wasn’t too much, he could oblige.

    After all, a large part of the reason he was meeting Spade Z this time was to get him to join the warband.

    Fu Jiu is also not polite, shaking his silver broken hair, the corner of his mouth slightly hooked: “You send me, I don’t even have the money for a taxi on me, this place is a bit far from my house, it’s not realistic to skateboard back.”

    “Uh-huh.” Qin Mo reached out and pulled open the car door, his expression was light, still high and cold and reserved.

    That’s when the two got the normal in-your-face atmosphere.

    Fatty and have always felt like that wasn’t even a facepalm before.

    It’s literally a minute-by-minute sword fight!

    It’s still the fat guy driving.

    There was music playing in the car.

    Fu Jiu was sitting on Qin Mo’s left hand side, the two of them were separated by a distance, but there was little conversation.

    This makes also really a little uncomfortable, can not help but open the mouth: “Fu Jiu, your mom’s that company how to do? Really want to close down?”

    “Why did it go out of business?” Fu Jiu withdrew his gaze from the night outside the window, his eyes deep.

    Licking his lower lip, “I heard some news that most of the contestants in your mom’s company have been poached, and now they can’t consolidate their participation groups, and if you guys don’t make any adjustments, you’ll be disqualified from entering the competition, and once the investors pull out of the competition, it’ll be hard for your mom’s company to sustain itself any longer.”

    “There is indeed such a thing.” Fu Jiu laughed a little, and a bone-chilling coldness spread under his eyes, “Who did you hear that from? That three outside? Or that bastard son of the Fu family? No matter who you are listening to, my mom’s company will not fall, to fall is also someone else should fall.”

    I didn’t realize that the person who had just been debauched in the hotel would be filled with such a strong sense of oppression at this moment.

    It was at this moment that he truly felt that Fu Jiu, this thuggish loser, was indeed the Z of Spades on the internet that had knocked them back!

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