Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Chapter 708: Written by the Miserable God of Friends 15

With such an incredible amount of money, and such a vague phrase, Trumu can't think of anyone else but someone.

He put away his cell phone and took the food to the restaurant.

Zhao looked very curious and anticipating. After the meal was ready, he couldn't wait to eat it.

As a result, the whole meal lasted nearly half an hour, and Trumu was complimented:

“It's delicious! ”

“Trumu, why are you so good? Forget the novel. The food is still so good! ”

“If I am not a future man, I must find a way to pursue you! ”

Chumu: “…”

It seems that in the future society, people are more passionate about their personalities.

In the afternoon, Azhao went to the guest room to sleep, and Chumu called the police directly.

I hear it involves tens of millions of dollars and the police are fast.

In response to a police inquiry, Chu Muwan was assigned: "… Yes, I don't know that account and nobody owes me so much money. Well, all of a sudden, I'm afraid of getting into some trouble..."

Chumu smiled gently as the police and the bank began to inquire urgently about the transferee.

He knew the money was endless.

The other party wanted to come and know that they were sorry for themselves and tried to apologize for their actions with 10 million dollars.

But Chumu was reluctant to accept it.

So you did all the nasty things, and now you're done apologizing?

Though I know, if I dare to transfer money over there, I will certainly be prepared accordingly, and I will not find him easily.

Trumu didn't expect to use it to pry anything.

Just to scare him, nauseous and disgusting. He thought easily.

Relevant information and surveillance were quickly traced to the police and the transferee was identified.

There is nothing wrong with the other party's books, and money is a legitimate source of income.

In response to police and bank inquiries, they indicated that there had been an error in their own transfers and thanked Chumubara Barbara.

Chumu did not hesitate to put the money in front of the police, went to the counter and turned it back in one yuan.

After the transfer, he smiled and said to the police: “Please help me, I don't need to thank you, but this transfer past handling fee, they should transfer it to me. ”

Police: "…”

He looked at the man in front of him, who faced 10 million dollars of money without changing colours, and demanded a fee, a temporary plug.

But the older policeman next door immediately said, "It should be. This was the fault of the other party, and Mr. Chu should not be held responsible for the consequences. ”

The old policeman called him on his own initiative, and the man over there was obviously a little speechless, but immediately said he would definitely call Trumu.

Less than a minute after hanging up, Chumu's phone received a transfer.

Surely there is a lot, just the amount of the handling fee.

The old policeman obviously admired Trumu and patted him on the shoulder as he walked away: "Good boy! Do not be tempted by wealth that does not belong to you, nor do you suffer because of your so-called face. I wish that son of a bitch in my family had you like this! ”

……

When Chumu returned home, Azhao was still awake.

Chumu didn't know much about the future human clock, didn't wake him up, went to the study to write his own update.

Zhao gave him technical permission, which he used for the first time to write.