Chu Han smacked his mouth and nodded subconsciously when he saw the fat boss was so insistent.

"Okay, as long as I can make money, you can do it."

"That's right."

The fat boss smiled again.

It's just that after Chu Han returned to the room, he was nestled under the quilt and his expression was particularly ugly.

Early the next morning, when Chu Han was sleeping soundly, Monk Wu tiptoed into the house.

As soon as he closed the door with his backhand, Chu Han's indifferent voice sounded from behind: "You're back?"

Monk Wu made a move.

But Chu Han got out of bed, hugged a pillow and leaned against the wardrobe.

If you look carefully, you can see that in the gap above the wardrobe, a small camera is flashing a faint red dot.

The position where Chu Han was standing just blocked most of the camera's field of view.

Chu Han's expression did not change at all.

"Monk, I know that you are a relatively upright person and cannot accept these dirty things, but you have to know that if you want to make a name for yourself in this world, some things are inevitable."

As he spoke, he winked and asked Monk Chu to pick up the banknotes on the bedside table.

Taking the pen and paper, Chu Han wrote a line of scrawled handwriting: I have a big job and I can't leave the villa. The fat boss will arrange for you to stay in a hotel.

Monk Wu looked at the handwriting, his face became more solemn.

Chu Han was dragged to do a big job. If he was still locked up in a hotel and monitored, it would be difficult to get the information out.

Monk Wu immediately took the pen and paper and started writing.

At the same time, he said in a voice full of anger: "Then you can't threaten a pregnant woman, Chu Han, I can accept fighting, but you attack a defenseless pregnant woman, which I absolutely cannot accept."

With that said, he spread out the written words to Chu Han: There will be a typhoon the day after tomorrow, and mice will make holes. You can do your best as usual, and I will figure out the rest.

Chu Han breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, but he didn't stop talking, still in a careless tone: "Isn't this the case for pregnant women?"

As he spoke, he tore off the paper he had written on and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing the mineral water directly.

He moved his butt away from the wardrobe, threw the pillow and said angrily: "I'm not telling you, you can't be too kind in this world."

"Just take care of yourself. If this continues, I won't be able to control you."

With that said, Chu Han grabbed the door and went out downstairs.

The two of them were quarreling and making little moves at the same time, and they cooperated skillfully.

: Damn, these two are so good at acting!

:Mission Impossible?

:Why did it start acting all of a sudden?

The audience watching the live broadcast was extremely puzzled.

Here, as soon as Chu Han arrived downstairs, he saw the fat boss talking to a strong man with a flat head, and there was a simulated 54 pistol on the coffee table.

Chu Han was so happy that he ran to the coffee table and picked up the pistol.

"Damn it, Old Zhang, I didn't realize that you still have a childish heart. Where did you get the toy pistol?"

While studying, Chu Han opened the safety catch of the pistol.

This scared the fat boss and the brawny man with the crew cut next to him.

The strong man with a flat head quickly reached out to grab the gun in Chu Han's hand.

Only a loud gunshot was heard.

The fat boss’s eyes widened.

Chu Han held the gun and looked innocent.

The muscular man with a flat head looked at his crotch tremblingly.

One centimeter! Just one centimeter away!

If the muzzle of the gun had been raised just one centimeter, the second brother of the brawny man with a flat head would have been shot to pieces today.

The bullet made a big hole in the floor, the floor tiles were dry and shattered, and white smoke was rising out.

"Do you believe me when I say I didn't mean it?"

Chu Han raised his hands above his head with an innocent look on his face.

The strong man with a flat head quickly grabbed the pistol and turned off the safety.

There is lingering fear in my heart, and a black thread: "Boss, is this guy reliable?!"

"We just met, and my second brother is almost dead!"

"Ahem..."

The fat boss looked embarrassed.

He showed a forced smile and said to Chu Han: "Let's get to know each other. My second-in-command, Liu De, is called Brother De on the street."

"Xiao Liu, you take Monk Wu to the hotel, and I'll have a few words with Chu Han."

"OK."

Liu De put away his gun and went upstairs.

The fat boss motioned Chu Han to sit down and took out a box of capsules: "Osispirin, a specific drug for coronary heart disease, the market price is 30,000 yuan per box, and one capsule is 2,000 yuan."

"Oh, it's so expensive."

Chu Han was lying on the sofa carelessly, obviously not caring.

Expensive? What does it have to do with me?

"Haha...this is the cargo you want to transport this time."

"This is a fake medicine made of lime powder mixed with opium. It costs less than ten yuan a box, but can be sold for three thousand. After eating it, you will become addicted. The more you eat, the more you want to eat it."

To Chu Han's surprise, the fat boss told the truth without hiding it.

Watching Chu Han's eyes, he wanted to see something from Chu Han's face.

And his hands were already in his pockets. If there was any movement, the loaded gun would immediately be aimed at Chu Han.

A trace of cold sweat broke out on Chu Han's forehead, but an excited expression appeared on his face: "Damn it, Lao Zhang, you are so evil. You can sell a box for ten yuan for three thousand, and you can steal money faster than me!"

"It's faster than robbing money, so I'm extra careful not to let Monk Wu participate, it's for his own good."

Not seeing anything strange on Chu Han's face, the fat boss opened the box and took out the capsule inside.

Just when Chu Han thought he had escaped, a capsule was handed to him.

"This box is specially made. It only contains opium and no lime powder. Take one."

Chu Han's face was stiff.

With difficulty, he forced out a pale smile: "Don't...don't tease me...how can you take drugs in your prime years?"

Snap!

The sound of the muzzle of a gun being pressed against his head sounded.

Chu Han's forehead was cold, and what he faced was the indifferent expression of the fat boss: "I'm not kidding you."

"If I were just selling counterfeit medicine, I would be caught for up to 20 years, but when it comes to opium, I will be sentenced to death if I am caught."

"If you want to make money, my brother can help you, but you have to show some sincerity to reassure him that you are really one of his own, right?"

"What if I don't eat?"

Chu Han's pale face still had a hint of hope.

However, the fat boss told him with an emotionless face that he would not eat...

Really gonna die!

"Forget it, let's just vote for it!"

Chu Han was not a hesitant person either.

He grabbed the capsule in a hurry.

In the live broadcast room, everyone clearly knew that this was memory retrieval and something that had already happened.

But I still don’t want to see a young boy embark on a road of no return.

:Don’t eat it. If you eat it, there will be no turning back!

: There are many ways to make money, don’t be stupid!

:We are the ones who are stupid. This is memory retrieval. Chu Han had already made his choice thirty years ago.

: Of course I know it’s memory retrieval, but... I just watched him go into darkness!

Gulu!

Chu Han swallowed the pill in one gulp.

After drinking some water, I opened my mouth wide and showed it to the fat boss, and rolled my tongue very naughtily.

"Ah, you ate it, now you should feel relieved, right?"
Chapter completed!