At noon the next day, Jiang Liu was invited by another white ghost to rest in his residence.
I'm also a white ghost who deserves to be one of the top financial controllers in the island country, and the house I live in is completely at the community level.
All kinds of rockery are in an endless stream. I heard from the white ghost again, it seems that golf can be played here?
The place for the rich and the rich is really luxurious.
You know, even the luxurious villa where the gambling god Chu Xiangnan lives does not have such a large area.
"Mr. Jiang Liu, welcome to the humble house."
My white ghost is still so lazy in my dress, and the mixed-race face, coupled with this raunchy make-up, is also unique.
It's no wonder that women who are willing to be depraved would want to stick to him.
Before in the Evil Ghost Ballroom, the view of light was not very good, Jiang Liu did not carefully observe how I looked like a white ghost.
Now it seems that his looks are quite unique.
The angular face, plus the height of about 1.8 meters, is neither fat nor thin, but the muscle lines are extremely clear.
Such a man, if placed in the entertainment industry, is definitely an idol-level existence.
In fact, if Jiang Liu investigates, you will know that I have also made my own movies, but... those movies are not available for watching under a certain age.
Jiang Liu entered his house, rode in a convertible car, and drove it for five minutes before reaching the open-air villa on the back hillside from the doorway.
This once again refreshed Jiang Liu's understanding of luxury.
Some luxury is the inner restraint, some is this kind of luxury that is exposed on the surface.
It's not that which kind of luxury is better, but this kind of extravagance really makes Jiang Liu not like it.
"Master, guest, please."
The driver of the convertible opened the door and said this respectfully.
Jiang Liu left the convertible and looked at the four-story house like an attic. He couldn't help but sighed.
"Mr. White Ghost again, shouldn't you spend a lot of money on this house?" Jiang Liu asked suddenly.
"Money..." I chuckled softly again: "If converted to the market, this house alone would be worth five billion island dollars."
Five billion island currencies...
According to the ratio of 25 to 1, this villa area actually costs 200 million!
It's really expensive!
What is the concept of 200 million yuan?
Taking Jiang Liu's previous ideas, he can save 30,000 yuan every month after he has achieved little.
Save 300,000 yuan in one year after removing the expenses.
Only 30 million in a hundred years...
Two hundred million, that would take nearly seven lifetimes to earn.
Gee.
Jiang Liu thought so in his heart, but didn't envy it at all.
The business I have done with the white ghost is not a legitimate business.
What he sells is forbidden goods, which makes Jiang Liu sniff and disdain.
After entering the inner hall, the European and American style pattern immediately came into view. This was designed by the master, and there is also some feng shui exquisiteness.
But in Jiang Liu's eyes, he had already lost his attitude of appreciation.
"Please sit down."
Jiang Liu sat on the soft sofa aside, and I was the white ghost sitting in the main seat.
Not long after, tall women in maid outfits came over and poured coffee for them.
Jiang Liu frowned when he saw this maid. This woman was the tall girl who teased him yesterday. Didn't I expect that she was still my servant of the white ghost?
Jiang Liu picked up the tea and took a sip.
As if aware of Jiang Liu's sight, I raised the corner of my white ghost's mouth slightly, and said with a chuckle: "Mr. Jiang Liu, let me introduce you. She calls me You Ai Meili, my daughter."
"puff!"
When Jiang Liu heard this, he inevitably squirted out the tea he had just drunk in his mouth.
"Female...daughter?"
"Ha ha."
I smiled again, "Why, feel surprised?"
"That...how old are you this year?" Jiang Liu asked with a frown.
"Me? I'm actually... already forty-six years old, Mr. Jiang Liu." I said in a shocking voice.
Forty...forty-six?
Jiang Liu was even more surprised when he heard this. He looked up and down at me again White Ghost. He thought that I White Ghost was at most a few years older than himself, and should be less than thirty. Who knows, I White Ghost Already forty-six years old!
Huh?
That being said, he can also call Muto Hanzo the island country Shuangsha, but it is suspicious to explain clearly.
They are the same age?
"Aimei, go and introduce yourself to Mr. Jiang Liu."
Ai Meili nodded again, took the plate and put it on the table aside, and then sat next to Jiang Liu. The rich place had already rubbed Jiang Liu's arm in an instant.
Jiang Liu hurriedly turned to the side, and said puzzledly: "I am again Miss Ai Meili, and I am again Mr. White Ghost, what do you mean?"
"Hahaha, Mr. Jiang Liu don't have to panic so much. My daughter thinks you are very good, and she wants to make friends with you." I said with a smile.
"Make friends? Why?" Jiang Liu was even more puzzled.
"Because... Mr. Jiang Liu is so famous, and he still maintains the body of a hina. This kind of thing is really strange. My daughter can't help but became curious about you, Mr. Jiang Liu. And I appreciate your cleanliness. Where's the man." I said the white ghost again.
"This……"
Jiang Liu rolled his eyes: "Even so, don't you need to do this? Anyway, why don't I speak to Miss Ai Meili and ask me Mr. Baigui to explain?"
"This question... I'm sorry, I can't answer you. However, if you promise to spend some time with my daughter, you should know the answer." I said again.
"Meeting, contacting?" Jiang Liu's face was startled, and then he said speechlessly: "Mr. Bai Gui again, what kind of medicine do you sell in the gourd? Shouldn't we be opponents of gambling?"
"Oh, these are small things." My white ghost raised the corner of my mouth slightly, leaning on the sofa and looking at Jiang Liu intriguingly and said: "Mr. Jiang Liu, do you think I lack your billions? Is the island currency person?"
Ok!?
Jiang Liu frowned when he heard this.
Yes.
No wonder something is wrong with this thing.
I have a white ghost in control of the black trades of criminals. One billion island currency may be a sky-high price for normal people, but for the existence of my white ghost, it is estimated to be a gamble. Ball for entertainment money.
Is he guilty of agreeing to bet against himself for such a sum of money?
So... here comes the problem.
Since he didn't have that need, why did he promise to gamble?
As if knowing Jiang Liu's inner doubts, I chuckled and said, "Of course it is to get close to you, Mr. Jiang Liu."
When Jiang Liu heard this, his eyes shrank suddenly.
Is this a trap?