The Magnificent God of War

A Fei glanced at Xiao Zhao and frowned slightly.

"What is Lin's current valuation?"

"Between four billion and five billion."

Xiao Zhao replied.

"Then my eldest brother's money should be able to buy..."

He stretched out his fingers, counted one by one, counting again, and it seemed messy again, counting again, counting again, simply shook his head, impatiently said: "I can't count, I can't count!"

Xiao Zhao was dumbfounded!

Can't count?

Is it difficult to count five billion five billion?

Didn't A Fei even pass elementary school mathematics!

It was Jiangning's money... it was too much.

Is it all like this in the rich world?

Xiao Zhao couldn't understand it, but Jiang Ning didn't understand it himself.

He doesn't know how much money he has, let alone ALFY.

At this moment, Jiangning is still making tea leisurely.

Brother Gou and the others cleaned up the underground circle of Handu, the environment has become much cleaner, and there are not so many **** things to disturb Jiang Ning.

He didn't expect Li Chengshan to make such a choice.

Gambling.

Whether you can win the bet or not depends entirely on the dealer Jiangning.

"Is there any news?"

He squinted his eyes, put down his teacup, "It's quite deep."

"But this time, there is no way to compete with conventional means."

Jiang Ning laughed. This seems to be the first time, not relying on force and intelligence to compete for boxing.

Looking at the note sent by someone just now on the table, Jiang Ning still felt a bit funny.

The note was sent by Li Chengfeng's people, and it told him the whereabouts of the fist sheet and some things about Fang Yin. The purpose couldn't be more obvious.

Li Chengfeng wanted to survive and to maintain the survival of the Li family, so he was desperate.

On Fang Yin's side, he definitely couldn't bargain.

"But why do you think that I will give you a chance?"

Jiang Ning stretched out his hand, grabbed the note, squeezed the note with his palm, and rubbed the note to pieces by the cocoon of the palm!

At that time.

On the outskirts of Handu, a private courtyard.

Those who can own this kind of courtyard will not have a low status in Handu, either rich or noble.

The owner of this courtyard is a well-known collector in East Korea.

The guard house was tightly guarded, and even hired mercenaries to take charge of security work. The whole house looked over, five steps one pavilion, ten steps one post, even if it came to the army, it couldn't be easily won!

"I was stared at."

The old man sitting there, with his long beards hanging down, reached his chest, his thick eyebrows curled up, and he looked very kind.

In the past few days, someone from the other hospital came to investigate from time to time, and even tried to sneak in. He didn't know where he would be.

And he wouldn't even know the big things that happened in Handu.

"Mr. Gaoshan, with us, no one can enter the courtyard and steal any treasure from here!"

The captain of the guard believes himself.

Their security strength, even if compared to the defenses of some leaders, is not weak, and it is not so easy for ordinary people to get in.

"No, there are mountains outside the mountains, and outside the people? Fu Wuyi Wu Lingshan attends the dye? People."

Gao Shan smiled, a meaningful smile flashed in his eyes.

He glanced at the boxing sheet on his palm. This thing had been in his hand for two full years, but he still didn't see that it had any special value.

Obviously, this thing is invaluable to others, and to him, it is probably just a time bomb.

"Since others want it, then sell it!"