Deeply rooted in your love [Fast Wear]

Chapter 6: Who Doesn't Seek Tenderness (6)

Such notes have continued, and the money invested by Zong Que has been growing, and it turns out that he has good vision and luck, and although the short-term risk is large, he can quickly roll over the principal in his hand.

Buy at the low and sell at the high, creating a difference in it.

[Host, don't you pay back first?] 1314 asked, looking at the money he had invested almost completely.

[The earnings at this stage are good. Zong Que left the corner of the Internet café.

Investing in this kind of thing not only depends on the vision, but also depends on the time, take advantage of the good income to quickly salvage, accumulate the principal is his current goal, once missed the opportunity, the effort will be several times more than now.

After going out of the Internet café, it was already dark, Zong Que turned to the subway, took the bus, walked along the road for ten minutes, and turned into a slightly old alley.

The new-looking cement bricks that were once laid have broken a lot, and even pried up to reveal the gravel and muddy surface, but no one has repaired it, the alley is so deep that the street lamps cannot fully shine in, only when vehicles drive into it, they can illuminate the road ahead.

The car drove into the yard, the lights went out, Zong Que held up the flashlight on his mobile phone, and walked forward one foot deep and one shallow foot, until he reached the deepest doorway, heard several sounds of shoes constantly rubbing grit, and saw cigarette butts that were extinguished in the dark.

The flashlight turned brightly, and the person who came out from the corner of the wall put one hand in his pocket, and subconsciously blocked the light with the other: "Don't fucking take pictures, Lao Tzu's eyes are going blind." "

The man came with yellow hair mixed with a few pick-and-dye colors, and behind him were several young people who looked equally flowing.

The flashlight light was deflected, and Zong Que looked at the few people in front of him who had often mixed with the original body and asked, "Is something wrong?" "

"Seeing you're okay, hey, how much money did you mess around with this week?" Huang Mao raised his hand around his shoulder, and raised his shoulder uncomfortably, "You said that you are such a tall man, what are you doing, it is uncomfortable to call brothers and brothers." "

Zong Que glanced at his hand on his shoulder, turned to look at him and asked, "Come to see if I'm dead or not?" "

Huang Mao met his gaze and snapped his shoulders and said: "Don't say it so badly, we have already inquired clearly, you have been living in school recently, and you have mixed up in school, it must be fine, why are you still wearing a hat?" "

"There was a hole in the back of the head, a few stitches." Zong Que looked directly at him and said, "When I woke up, all the valuable things on my body were touched. "

"That must have been done by those students!" Huang Mao met his heavy gaze, felt a little cold in his heart, let go of his hand and pumped the mobile phone from his hand and said, "Your mobile phone is good." "

"Rented." Zong Que squeezed his phone and looked at him, "Brother Lu, have you heard that barefoot people are not afraid to wear shoes?" "

"How many meanings?" Huang Mao licked his lips and said.

"If I called the police that day, where do you think you would be?" Zong Que looked at him and said.

When he used to go out for photography and shooting, he walked on the road in the wild, and it was normal to encounter some unruly people, and it was generally not right to solve it with money, but when he encountered nails on the road, he stepped on the accelerator.