President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

As the man said, he looked at Qin Su with his eyes.

From top to bottom, from left to right, looking over and over again, the eyes are unscrupulous and full of aggression.

Qin Su was very annoyed at being watched, so she raised her hand and snapped her fingers in front of the man, "Don't look at it, if I say I can buy it, I will definitely buy it. I'll take everything you have!"

Interrupted by the snapping of fingers, Kunbu's ruthless eyes flashed with displeasure.

But only momentarily.

He resumed his grinning look, "That's right, you came here in a coupe, you must be rich, then come with me!"

As he said that, he wanted to take Qin Su inside.

This kind of slums are all self-built houses, and the routes inside are intricate. If people who are not familiar with the routes enter, it is easy to get lost.

Thinking of this, Qin Su stood still, "Just take out the things, and I'll wait for you here."

"It's such a big pile, how can I take it?" Kumbu spread his hands, expressing that he didn't have that much strength at all.

The implication is to let Qin Su go in with her.

How could Qin Su be so stupid.

Since Kumbu said she couldn't move it, she looked around and waved to the group of children playing by the side of the road.

The children, who were all dirty and only had a pair of bright eyes, ran over and looked at Qin Su eagerly.

"You follow this uncle to move things, and I will give you ten yuan for each mobile phone you bring out," Qin Su said.

When they heard that they were rich, the children immediately agreed without even thinking about it.

"Are a dozen or so children enough? If not, I'll find some more." Qin Su asked.

Kumbu's face turned green. He glanced at the group of children and gritted his teeth, "That's enough, follow me!"

In a swarm, the children followed Kumbu inside.

After nearly half an hour, Kumbu came out.

The number of mobile phones is not as many as what Kumbu said, that is, more than 50, and Kumbu can take them out by himself.

Right now the kids are trying to get a few more so they can make more money.

Kumbu followed behind empty-handed, his expression still gloomy.

"Is that all?" Qin Su asked.

Kumbu laughed again, "Of course there are, but I need to find them. There are too many things in my warehouse. You should take them back first. After I count them, I will ask you to pick them up."

OK!

Qin Su hoped that what she had in her hands would be enough to repair the phone.

She took out her wallet first and paid the children in cash.

Immediately afterwards, transfer the money to Kumbu.

Kunbu didn't want to transfer money, so his eyes fell on Qin Su's delicate fingers, "I only want cash."

"I don't have that much cash." Qin Su directly refused.

Kumbu was still smiling, "It's okay, there's an ATM machine next to it, I'll just accompany you there to pick it up."

Qin Su knew what he was thinking.

Take advantage of this time to check her bank balance and even remember the bank password. If there is a chance later, she can steal the bank card and swipe the money in the card unscrupulously.

This kind of thing is not uncommon in the slums. Qin Su even encountered it once when she first came to a foreign country. Fortunately, she was young at the time of pregnancy, and she kicked people over with a flying kick. Only then did she get her bank card back.

After experiencing it once, Qin Su will naturally not be deceived again.

She has a firm attitude, "It can only be transferred. If you don't want it, then these phones will be returned to you. Anyway, they are in your hands, and they will definitely not be sold at the price I gave."

After dropping these words, Qin Su turned around and was about to leave.

As expected, Kumbu was caught, and hurriedly called her to stop, "Okay, okay, transfer the money, transfer it to me quickly!"