Song Wenlong was guarding the monitor all day and was so greedy that he almost swallowed his tongue. How could he not vent his heart when he saw He Chong?

"It's okay, it's not much." He Chong pressed his hands against the compass in the middle and turned around, smiling, "It's just to make more friends, otherwise the ones sold can be more expensive."

This is a bit of a bragging opinion, but Song Wenlong doesn't think so. He really wants to pounce on him and take all the money into his own hands, but unfortunately he is just thinking about it.

"How much did you make?" Although Song Wenlong knew how much it cost, he kept asking, so as not to say that he was bald and his mouth was exposed again after a while. "Two million?"

"Small and clumsy." He Chong curled his lips, "Those two things I have worth so much money? Can you magnify your eyes?"

"That's five million?" Song Wenlong swallowed his throat hard, "We only earned five million in a year."

"This number." He Chong stretched out a finger and laughed, "Ten million, this is not the 50,000 yuan change he gave me before leaving."

When He Chong left Bao Donghua's house, the other party wanted to give him 100,000, but He Chong refused to do so. In the end, each took a step back and got 50,000 back.

"My mother!" Although Song Wenlong had known this amount for a long time, he couldn't help but shout when he heard the person involved say it in person, "We four of us have been beheading for two years without eating or drinking, and you can make so much money by just moving your mouth in one day. This is simply..."

"What's the matter? It's all a small scene." He Chong waved his hand very badly. "The guy who cleared all the things in my store took out 40 million at one time. I made more than 20 million in the first place after selling three pieces of Huanghuali furniture. Compared to this, these are nothing."

He Chong was so arrogant that he bragged too much. If Bao Donghua hadn't wanted to curry favor with him, it would have been a price of 70 million to 8 million. However, Song Wenlong didn't know these hidden stories, so he was still jealous of him.

"Do you know how long I have been doing this job?" He Chong sat aside, playing with the compass with his left hand, but stroked his hair with his right hand and asked with a smile.

"How long?" Song Wenlong asked, stretching his neck, "Three years? Five years?"

"Hehe..." He Chong put a six-shaped look with his right hand, "No more, no less, six months!"

He Chong actually said more. He has not been more than five months since he got the middle finger of God, and it has not been more than half a year at all.

"My God!" Song Wenlong widened his eyes, "Have you made so much money in just half a year?"

"Not!" He Chong raised his head, as if recalling the past, "My parents are ordinary employees and they earn very little. My family was poor at that time, but since I started working in antiques, I have quickly accumulated a lot of funds, which is super cool!"

Song Wenlong didn't say anything again this time, but his eyes were staring at He Chong blankly, as if he could take out money from him by looking like this.

"I said you don't do this tomb robbery business in the future." He Chong suddenly said, "I don't know if you make a lot of money, but you can do it with me. I think you have a good eye and help me support a new shop. There is absolutely no problem."

"Can I?" How could Song Wenlong not be moved, "Then how much money can I get in a year?"

"One million." He Chong said, "This is just the basic salary, the commission is calculated separately. The money I have taken from the master of the palm of my shop now."

Although He Chong mentioned the salary is similar to Song Wenlong's current earnings, the difference is very different. First of all, Song Wenlong is doing illegal business now. One is that he accidentally enters and it will be difficult to get out again. The other is that he is now working as a million yuan per year, but he can only earn back it, but it feels comfortable to do it for He Chong. He sits on the soft sofa every day, and he greets people, but no one

Have fun, even a fool can tell which one is better.

"Mr. He, aren't you kidding me?" Song Wenlong was not moved and asked hurriedly, "You are not teasing me, are you? If you follow you, do you have any other requirements? Look at me now..."

"I'm hungry!" He Chong suddenly interrupted and pulled out a stack of banknotes from the plastic bag and threw them to the other party. "Go and buy some wine and food. Let's have some good drinks today, and the beer will be done. I can't use it."

A stack of banknotes costs ten thousand yuan, but he just asked him to buy some wine and food. I'm afraid he couldn't even use 200 yuan, but He Chong threw out so much, which was clearly continuing to lure Song Wenlong into the trap.

"Okay, I'll go now." Song Wenlong trembled a little and held a stack of banknotes in his hand and covered them tightly, as if he was afraid that someone would rob him. He quickly nodded and turned around and ran out.

He Chong looked at the closed street door and saw a curved angle on his lips, knowing that Song Wenlong must be unable to escape.

"Song Laosi, you are not kind!" After drinking for three rounds of dishes and five flavors, He Chong pointed at Song Wenlong with a big tongue, "I'm a special mother, I'll give you money, you deduct my phone number to restrict my freedom. Do you don't want money anymore?"

"Mr. He, I'm wronged." Song Wenlong was also quite drunk, but he let go of his words. "Brother, how dare I restrict your freedom? It was all arranged by our boss, and I dare not disobey it."

"Yao Gongtang?" He Chong burped, blushed and waved his hand fiercely, "He is a big deal. From now on, follow me, eat delicious food and drink spicy food, eat meat and gamble money. That's what life is called life. Look at what you are living like a terrible person now. What are the benefits of following him?"

"Yes, follow Mr. He in the future and have a lot of good days waiting for me!" Song Wenlong was so excited that he was instigated that he raised his glass and tilted his neck and fucked him.

He Chong was not drunk. Now he is getting less and less likely to get drunk, but Song Wenlong is really drunk.

The reason why he was so troubled to induce him was because He Chong wanted to draw the real location of the tomb robber from his mouth, so that the message could be transmitted and ambushed in advance at that time, so as not to miss the net.

In fact, since getting on the train, He Chong has been thinking about this matter until he left the train station and saw Song Wenlong’s appearance as Qiu Fu, he decided where he should start.

But these people are very cautious in their daily lives. He Chong doesn't expect to get a word right away. He thought he would have to bleed, but he didn't expect that this guy actually installed a monitor on his phone, which saved some effort.

"Mr. He, why didn't you sell this compass together?" Song Wenlong asked again, "What's the use of keeping this thing?"

"Would you know if you do this?" He Chong smiled drunkenly, "It depends entirely on it for the dividing of gold and deciding the acupoint. The older the compass, the easier it is. How could I sell it?"

"Do you understand this too?" Song Wenlong said in surprise, "Have you done it before?"

"I haven't done it." He Chong shook his head, "but I have studied it and tried it. I have determined the location of several tombs. Although I didn't start digging, someone dug it out later and the ancient tomb was released!"

Speaking of this, He Chong paused and looked around as if he was very cautious, especially the windows and doors. After careful observation, he came to Song Wenlong.

"There were a group of tomb robbers caught in Binhai a few months ago, do you know?" He Chong smiled mysteriously, "I found all the ancient tombs they dug in advance, but I set the position for the front foot and they dug them down. It is probably those people who also have high-level Feng Shui masters!" "You mean Bashan?" Song Wenlong curled his lips when he heard this, "That guy's ability is just average, far worse than our boss."
Chapter completed!