Xiao Ma grinned and said: "You don't understand, I am destined to be the CEO of Nike in the future! Do you know what a CEO is?"

"Stop it!"

Zhuang Shikai quickly made a gesture and said secretly: "I don't want to ask you to be CEO."

"Wow." He opened the drawer, took out a stack of U.S. dollars, and threw it directly on the table: "Let's see which company sells it."

Xiao Ma was holding a cigarette in his mouth, with an expression as if a CEO had come to review the work. He stepped forward to pick up the counterfeit banknotes, then lightly swiped them with his fingers. He first swiped the US dollars, then placed them in the center and punched a dozen, and then took out a dozen.

Zhang watched and looked very serious.

However, when he finished the review, he clicked his tongue, threw the counterfeit banknote on the table, and said with great disdain: "What rubbish! The manufacturing process is very rough, it feels a bit like the 1970s, it's so retro that I can't believe it."

"Are you sure you didn't find it in an antique store?"

Xiao Ma asked.

Zhuang Shikai glared at him: "Just do it!"

Xiao Ma pondered for a moment and replied: "It's a bit like Uncle Four's goods in the past. Their ink was expertly prepared, and it used to be considered A-grade goods."

"But now that the U.S. dollar technology has been updated, this batch of goods can barely be considered Grade B..."

Xiao Ma raised his head and said, "Fourth uncle has returned to the world again?"

Obviously he also knew Long Si and had inevitably interacted with him before.

Together.

Zhuang Shikai shook his head: "My fourth uncle is dead."

"Dead?" Brother Ma said with some disbelief: "Which bastard has such no bottom line! He even kills the seniors who have washed their hands in the golden basin?"

"Da da da." Song Zijie came to the door and knocked.

Zhuang Shikai did not answer Xiao Ma directly, but raised his head and said to Song Zijie: "Come in."

"Zhuang privater." Song Zijie entered and saluted.

Zhuang Shikai pointed at him and introduced to Xiao Ma: "Ajie, Long Si's son-in-law."

Xiao Ma's eyes lit up: "Xiaohui's strips are very smooth!"

Of course, he didn't say these words, but Zhuang Private looked at Ajie and asked again: "Has your father's matter been settled?"

Song Zijie nodded and said, "Okay."
Chapter completed!