A second ago, Zhong Yun was arranging to go abroad and recruit a group of guys to come back to defend himself. In the blink of an eye, he entered "The Courtyard of Love" and became a first-level fitter in a steel rolling mill with a monthly salary of twenty-five cents. The gap from a big boss worth tens of billions to a poor boy is unbearable. "I'll settle for you now." He sighed, and with a thought, he disappeared from the room.
Reader comments
Not pretty. . .
Wash clothes and give meat? In the days when supplies were not abundant, people would rather give money than meat. The plot arrangement was unreasonable. It was 65 to steal a chicken, but now 61, 61 is a panic year again.
Not pretty. . .
Wash clothes and give meat? In the days when supplies were not abundant, people would rather give money than meat. The plot arrangement was unreasonable. It was 65 to steal a chicken, but now 61, 61 is a panic year again.