Wear to the time when the male god was young [MTL] [NO EDIT]

Every era has its shining ones.

The three of them got into a luxurious Mercedes-Benz and were taken to the hospital by CEO Qiao’s elite assistant.

Although Sanpang’s cannonball-like collision seemed reckless, he had been fighting since he was a child and had long been tough and thick-skinned. He was also experienced in how to protect himself in critical moments. He landed on his buttocks in time and supported himself with his elbows.

His fat was not in vain. His buttocks were bruised, but his bones were not injured, and his elbows were only scratched.

In the hospital, after Elite Assistant Li made sure that the person was fine, he took out an envelope from his briefcase and said politely: "Three little brothers, this is the reward from our General Manager Qiao." Sanpang

calmed down at this moment, and was very ashamed of his previous offer of 30,000 yuan. He waved his hands and refused with a frown: "No, no, I was just joking before. How can I ask people for money casually?"

Assistant Li hesitated, walked aside, took out his mobile phone and made a call. After whispering a few words, he walked back and said: "Then I'll take you back. If you have time tomorrow morning, my boss would like to treat you three little brothers to morning tea."

Sanpang grinned and said: "Morning tea is no problem."

Back to the hotel, Sanpang stuck out his injured butt, Lying on the bed like a frog, he began to feel a little regretful and said in a muffled voice: "Let's just say that we directly rejected the reward from the Bentley boss. Isn't it a bit too noble?"

Zhou Jiayu said: "Let me ask you, if we hadn't lost the 30,000 yuan, would you still ask people for money?"

Sanpang said loudly: "Of course not. How can I, Sanpang, repay a favor?"

"That's it."

Lu Ning smiled and threw Mr. Qiao's business card on the bed, pointing to the two of them: "Do you know who this Mr. Qiao is?"

Zhou Jiayu glanced at the name: "Looks familiar." Then he frowned slightly and said, "Hong Kong Island? Could it be the rich man in Hong Kong Island?"

"If it's not a coincidence, then it should be."

"No way?" Sanpang picked up the business card and said excitedly, "A billionaire with a net worth of tens of billions? Fuck, I thought I could only see that in Hong Kong movies. No, that man doesn't look more than 30 years old to me, I thought he was just a second-generation rich man. Shouldn't this rich man be at least 40 or 50 years old?"

Lu Ning said, "He just looks young, and he made his fortune early, so he should be less than 40 now."

Sanpang got excited, sat up with a strong will, rubbed his hands and smiled, "If he is really a billionaire with a net worth of tens of billions, we can actually ask him for a reward of 100,000 or 80,000. It's not too much, right?"

Zhou Jiayu raised his hand and slapped him on the head, "No matter how rich he is, we can't ask for it."

Sanpang covered his head and muttered, "After all, we helped him get his things back." Then he said with a sad face, "Why didn't anyone help us get our 30,000 yuan back?"

Lu Ning said, "It's just 30,000 yuan "How can we earn it back?"

said Sanpang; "How can we earn it?"

said Lu Ning: "We are unfamiliar with this place. Although there are many opportunities to make money, it is difficult for us to earn 30,000 yuan by ourselves. If someone can help us with some advice, it will be different. This Mr. Qiao is worth 10 billion yuan at a young age. He is definitely not an ordinary person. Instead of asking him for money as a reward, we might as well take this opportunity to see if he can find some ways for us, so that we can exercise and make money, and we don't have to take other people's money in an unjustifiable way."