ot of money.

ot of money.
But it doesn’t matter. As long as Du Dazhong is not too stupid, he will eventually understand that the choice he gives him is the best path for him!
After returning to the room and resting for a while, Wen Liang felt a slight pain in his hand. Wen Liang sighed. Although he did not expect Lei Yu to carry a knife with him, the reason was that his words stung him first, not to mention that even if he didn’t look at Lei Yu, Could Fang and Zhu Zixuan really care about their reputations with a child and watch him being put in danger without caring?
Wen Liang now has a wide circle of friends and a nascent career. He is no longer the humble, cowardly and penniless ordinary boy in his previous life. It can be said that he has stepped into the privileged grassroots. This place makes countless people jealous, jealous and even scolded him, but after all, he He is still different from the dandies like Lei Fang, Mo Xiaoan, Gu Wenyuan, because in his heart, he is always willing to think a little more about others.
This is not hypocrisy, nor is it pedantry, but the only way to keep yourself awake in the midst of expanding power and boundless desires.
At seven o’clock in the evening, Wen Liang called Wan Siwei. Lao Wan had already set up camp at the Capital Hotel and appeared in front of Wen Liang within three to five minutes.
“Mr. Wen, what do you think Mr. Lei said?”
Wen Liang smiled bitterly and said, “Brother Wan, you’d better be mentally prepared. I’m afraid your matter will be difficult to
handle.” Of course Wen Liang would not be so stupid as to plot to take advantage of both Lei Fang and Lei Fang. He told Wan Siwei everything, but Wan Siwei was a human spirit who could come up with 70% of the answers after listening to 10% of the words. His face suddenly turned pale, and he sat on the sofa, hanging his head in silence.
Wen Liang poured him a cup of tea and sat across from him without saying a word. Although he had already made up his mind to help Wan Siwei and planned everything in advance, there were certain things that he could only do but not say, so as not to push him to a dead end. , the effect of providing help in times of need is not so obvious.
After an unknown amount of time, Wan Siwei inserted his hands deeply into his hair, huddled up, and whispered in a hoarse voice: “Mr. Wen, I’m done! Completely done!”
Wan Siwei had been in Beijing for several months, but at first he didn’t know the depth of the water and spent a lot of money unnecessarily. Until he connected with Lei Fang, the money started to flow out like water. Although he has been in a position of real power in the postal and telecommunications department over the years, and his life can be considered luxurious, the real money that fell into his hands was only two to three million. God’s eyes are open.
During this trip to the capital, he was determined to burn the boat. He would rather be poor than to have a good reputation. If he didn’t succeed, he would be successful. He didn’t care about how much money he spent. It was