Plutocrats From the Gold Rush

Hey my friend, welcome back.

After getting off the plane, before Xie Jin could stand still, a frivolous voice came from below.

But when he turned his head and saw the person coming, a black line suddenly appeared on his face.

Al?!

Why are you here?

What shit, I asked you to borrow a plane before, and you told me you were useful.

The result is this?

Damn you, that's how it's useful to stand in front of me?

Falk squid!

Also, let me guess, why the hell are you suddenly standing in front of me now?

Are you broke?

No, it can't be, Bald Eagle is bankrupt, you bastard can't be bankrupt.

So you got kicked out of the house by that old guy in Phils?

Let me guess again, why you were kicked out of the house.

Play which starlet or flesh and blood is pregnant.

Or are you fucking finally getting hiv?

Oh Schett, you fucking got hiv, that's not funny, you bastard.

Moreover, I am very careful every time, and I will never give those flesh and blood a chance.

Looking at the annoyed young man who rolled his eyes at him as his voice fell to the ground.

Xie Jin didn't pay attention to the other party at all, and didn't even show his expression.

After speaking, he walked directly off the plane, then ignored the other party's outstretched hands, and walked around the other party.

It wasn't until he sat on the extended Bentley in the middle of the convoy that he spoke expressionlessly.

Then what the hell are you doing looking for me?

Also, don't worry, follow your current gameplay and progress.

The two things I said, you will stick to it sooner or later.

I know you guys all too well.

Under various pressures from childhood to adulthood, he faced ubiquitous rules and constraints.

I obviously worked so hard, but in the end it was indeed the disappointment of the elders.

His father's family does still have the supreme glory.

What I have been instilled since I was a child is also that I need to work hard. You are a member of this glorious family.

In this lonely and depressive atmosphere, there is no recognition, recognition, or care.

The family is estranged, and there are few friends, only money for company.

Since I was a child, I have been overwhelmed by various reasons and abnormal desires and pressures caused by the backlog.

So, trust me, man, before you transition from this stage.

Sooner or later you will plant on a woman's belly.

Mom Refake? You bastard, you provoked me as soon as you came back?

Oh, well then, well then, nice sir.

Can I trouble you to tell me who is still in Dongguo.

Bald Eagle is already recruiting personal assistants and secretaries.

I heard that you are planning to buy that manor of Badler?

Wow, let me guess, the golden house hides the beauty, singing every night.

Hehehe, Mr. Stan Xie.

Can I bother you to tell me about the futile and bohemian rich second generation in front of you.

What are the selection criteria for your secretary and assistant?

I've heard from Badler that someone is looking for a personal assistant and secretary.

Must be top-notch, beautiful, clean, sensible, and highly educated.

Whoa whoa whoa whoa~

Looking at the young man who was gesticulating, mocking, and looking at himself with anger.

Xie Jin closed his mouth, he seems to have said too much?

He didn't speak until half the time.

Shet, this bitch of Badler...

And, well, I admit, I'm not a nice guy either.

But at least I'm different from you, man.

It's just my physical needs,

There are also adjustments and entertainment after exhaustion from daily work.

After all, I am also a normal man.

And I can also distinguish the difference between entertainment and business, so I won't delay business because of entertainment.

But you are totally different from me.

You are addicted to it, escaping from the reality that cannot be rewritten, suffering from paralysis and degeneration, and enjoying the unbridled, vented, and relaxed and pleasure of venting.

And he still played with those flesh and blood regardless of the consequences.

You should at least choose something clean...

Wow, is that right, nice sir?

You guys who are going to recruit a dozen secretary assistants are not qualified to mock me.

Facing Xie Jin's explanation, the guy who sat beside him and opened his mouth as the car started immediately raised his middle finger at Xie Jin.

Facing the other party's ridicule, Xie Jin was speechless.

Then he immediately ended the topic sensibly.

Because there is no point in talking any longer, and no one cares whether the other party is right or wrong when they quarrel.

Okay, I shut up, my fault, I shouldn't have said that about you.

Let’s not talk about it then, let’s get down to business.

What are you looking for me for?

It's not that you really have nothing to do and want to talk to me. I don't believe that you haven't been pestered by hot girls recently.

Looking at a look of my fault, I apologize, I shouldn't provoke you, but Xie Jin with a deadpan face.

When Al was just about to fight back, he was held back in an instant, like a punch in the air, almost holding him back from internal injuries.

But looking at the damn guy in front of him, he apologized, and he really didn't have much to say.

He could only control his aggrieved face and said.

You bloody bastard.

Well, let's get down to business, it's my grandfather, you know, the Phils family has been very busy recently.

It seems that there is something urgent today, and then I suddenly asked me to pick you up.

You know, because there is a shortage of manpower, there is no manpower available.

Let me, the second generation ancestor, come to pick you up.

Oh?

Looking at the self-deprecating young man who was no longer full of anger but listless, Xie Jin raised his head and replied unexpectedly.

What is it?

If it is a plan, shouldn't it be half a month before it starts?

so you know something

Looking at Xie Jin who turned his head with a puzzled expression.

Alton had a look of what do you think I'm doing on his face.

Then of course he shrugged and said.

Don't ask me, how could I know.

You know, I don't give a damn about what's in it, what's going on.

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This time it was the opponent's turn to make Xie Jin speechless.

You don't know, you are a California consortium, the core successor of the third generation of one of the core families.

Such an important thing, you actually told me, you come to the end, look at me and tell me you don't know? !

What the hell, where is my hammer?

I'm afraid I'm going to beat you to death, you idiot...

Are those elite educations fed to dogs?

Or are those tutors in your family bought by hostile families?

Otherwise, what the hell are you telling me, you were taught by an elite education?

Do you have nothing to do but entertainment?

The descendants of the Murphys family and the Sheffield family, how did you give birth to such an idiot!

Forget it, I'll call Phils and ask.

What matter depends on you, I might as well buy a gun and kill myself...

Hey, hey, hey, Stan, what the hell do you mean? Are you looking down on me?

You have pissed me off several times today!

Don't make me beat you, you damned!

And does he blame me for this?

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Looking at Al with the face of I'm very dissatisfied, you're finding fault, Xie Jin really has nothing to say now.

Xin said, I am really looking forward to you beating me up quickly.

Moreover, I'm really sorry for the righteous look on your face!

Okay, my fault, okay? Al?!

I really regret how I met you in the first place.

Thank you so much! Al.

You have given me a new understanding and understanding of the education and training methods of consortium families.

thank you so much!

hello connery Tell me why are you looking for me in such a hurry?

And, you goddamn thing, tell me about Phils.

Next time tell him not to send the goddamn Al over to pick me up!

Don't let him come with some damn mission.

At least until he really starts growing up and has a brain, okay?

Also, are all the tutors in your family hired by bribery?

Al's current state of mind.

You tell me that he is a capitalist educated by qualified elites, what should he look like? ! !

Fack, Stan! You're talking about me...

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