Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

In this case, the "look good is you can do whatever you want" halo, and the effect is simply maximized.

This narcissism has reached a certain level of ambition, with the exception of the individually impure blacks scolding some unsatisfactory words there, almost all of the bullets on the screen are rewards and glitches of "666” and "hahaha”.

Blackie's words were submerged, and Azhao couldn't even look at them.

An hour will soon pass.

Azhao looked at the time and said: “That's it for today. I'll see you tomorrow morning." ”

He said he quit the live broadcast.

Take a look at today's earnings backstage.

Azhao held his face in his arms and said, "My face is worth a fortune. ”

Jiang Qiu: “...”

Zhao transferred the backstage money into his account, and then sat across from the male lead in a serious book.

“Now let's talk about you. ”

Jiang Jianzhu frowned: “My thing? What about me? ”

Zhao Shen asked: "What's your idea, your organization? ”

"What do you mean? ”

Azhao didn't hide his intentions either: "I want to get rid of it. Literally. ”

Jiang Zhao looked at him like a ghost: “Do you know what you're talking about? ”

His organization is huge.

He's just a small assassination group, the tip of the iceberg across headquarters.

Over the years, Jiang Hui learned through a number of channels that this underground force, almost entirely in the South Province, is bright and dark, with people from all walks of business and government.

Bring it down?

With what?

The king of the underground kingdom of the South Province, few have even seen his true face.

Zhao smiled slightly in Jiang Zhi's gaze like a lunatic: "I naturally have my way. ”

“I'd like to hear your opinion now. ”

Jiang Qiu said faintly: “I don't have any opinions. ”

He doesn't think Azhao can do it.

I don't want to get mixed up in this mess.

“But Jiang Qiu. You failed in your mission, lost track, and your colleague was caught by the police. What would your organization think? ”

Jiang Qi's tone was relaxed, as if it wasn't himself: “I'd rather kill him by mistake than let him go. Treated me as a traitor, now searching my tracks, once discovered, dying. ”

Zhao looked at Jiang Hui and sighed: “Jiang Hui, you are a poor man. ”

Jiang Qi frowned: “Don't look at me like that. You should understand that this isn't working for me. ”

Azhao shook his head: "I didn't do anything to you. I just want to tell you a story. ”

Jiang Qi frowned: “I don't want to hear the story. ”

“You have to listen!” Zhao said that he was so unreasonable in his own home.

Jiang Qiu: “...”

Azhao turned on his phone and turned over a piece of news. The front page was a picture of a couple of middle-aged couples in tuxedos.

“Do you know these two?” Zhao asked.

Jiang Qiu glanced and nodded: “How can you not know the South Province real estate company Hanbi Jiangshan? ”

Zhao placed his phone on the table in front of him and said slowly: “The news is that Mr. and Mrs. Zhong Hao, the chairman of Nanhua Real Estate, donated 10 million dollars to build Hope Elementary School on top of the charity dinner the day before yesterday. ”

There was no slight change in the color of Kang's inspiration, and he said softly: "Oh, reputation. ”

Nor is he pessimistic, but he has seen, over the years, in addition to all kinds of training, hidden information that many ordinary people do not see.

A lot of bright rich people do things in private that are disgusting.

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There's one more.