Urban: I Can Hear the Thoughts of All Things

Good subject matter. I wrote it down very well.

I couldn't stand it after reading the first chapter. Is the company legally illiterate? They signed on behalf of others, asked security guards to chase people away, and even voluntarily cut their wages. If such a company really existed, it could be bankrupted.

This was fine at the beginning, but it became more and more messy as I went on. There were too many things and it was a bit messy, so I gave up decisively.

Small things turn into big things. I don't have enough IQ to write words, and my combat power is low. I know you are using words, but don't be so stupid.

The male protagonist is too holy, too passive. People have sent killers to kill you over and over again, but you still don't take it seriously. You have such a powerful background and you still live in such a humble way! Really speechless!

Look, look, you can do it without thinking

I just sold the jadeite for 10 billion. Now I need to borrow money to buy a building for 1.4 Billion.

I went there. I thought it was an urban novel when I first read it. As I read it, I felt like I was cultivating immortality.

You can't even watch it without using your brain! The owner of the Treasure Pavilion welcomes you with a smile when you pick up a leak and buy it now. I'm so poor that I can't even pay the rent, but my sister's dream for half a year can actually be a supercar? It's only less than ten chapters, and it's all full of poisonous points.

There is a common problem in treasure appraisal novels. For a small sum of 10 million, one goes to appraise jade or antiques for others. In this novel, the protagonist goes to Myanmar and risks his life. You have golden fingers and can develop peacefully in the country. Sooner or later you will be rich. But you still have to go abroad. You think they can't do it with guns, right?