Tsk tsk, Mo Sen, you are really excellent.

You are the vanguard in spreading socialist culture!

"Hahaha, General Kuzan, you are wrong. We are not superficial brothers. Strictly speaking, we are the four pillars of life. There is a saying that we have shouldered the gun together. This is one of them, so we should be mutually supportive.

Called Lao Tie." With a mysterious expression on his face, Mo Sen began to deceive him again.

Kuzan smacked his tongue at the meaning of these two words, and after a while he learned and used them flexibly: "Brother Mo Sen, you can always come up with some weird and interesting words, old man."

"Hahahahaha..."

Mo Sen laughed like a pig and couldn't close his mouth for a long time.

Finally he stopped laughing, and in this moment, he almost burst into tears: "Old Kuzan, double click 666 for you, then I'll leave this matter to you.

I'll ask Drake to send you the people later. Of course, there will also be the good wine and rare gadgets we agreed on. I've already divided them up.

Then I’ll leave first, hahaha.”

A long time after Mawson left, Kuzan leaned back in his chair, narrowed his eyes, and whispered to himself: "What does double-clicking 666 mean?

Brother Mohsen has so many weird words."

"I was busy at work the past few days, but I have recovered a little bit today and made up for it by making up 10,000 yuan. Every time it doesn't work, I don't even dare to ask for a ticket, for fear of being beaten.
Chapter completed!