In the Story, Out of the Story

Iron windows, glass, telephone

No matter what Zhou Ze was busy with, Lawyer An had to find time to do what he had to do. Even if his business was now 80% or 20% of Zhou Ze's, this did not dampen his passion for work.

To be honest.,

this job earned him favors, underground favors. He gave Zhou Ze 80% of the profit, which was also an investment sentiment. As for the Ming banknote that he dropped Midway and the improved quality of life, in Lawyer An's eyes, it was just a side effect.

Actually.,

he still didn't understand,

why did Zhou Ze, who opened the bookstore.,

like money so much?

Money, what's there to like,

stinky.,

so dirty.

The prisoner sat down and picked up the phone. His expression was a little gloomy.

It could be seen that.,