4908: C4908 Qin Luo Stop Pretending I'm Just Plucking the Wool from the Sheep's Skin

C4908 Qin Luo Stop Pretending I'm Just Plucking the Wool from the Sheep's Skin

Merlin sneered in his heart.

At this point, Oman still wanted to quibble. How interesting.

"Oman, whether it's fake or not, you and I are both well aware of it."

"There's no need to struggle on the brink of death."

Merlin sneered and said.

No need?

'Haha...'

This is too much of a need!

"Hmph! In any case, I don't agree, unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless Qin Luo personally admits that it was signed by him himself!"

Oman said coldly.

Admit it personally?

Hehe...

What a whimsical idea.

Could it be that he was going to invite Qin Luo over to Huaxia?

How was that possible!

Even if he was willing, Qin Luo was still unwilling.

Who knew how busy Qin Luo was!

"Oman, you are really indulging in fantasy..." Merlin coldly looked at Oman and said.

But before Merlin could finish, Oman waved his hand and interrupted him.

"Okay!"

"I'll satisfy you!"

Arman sneered and said, Father, didn't you want Professor Qin to prove it himself?

Alright, I'll satisfy you. I'll call Professor Qin now.

"Let Professor Qin prove the authenticity of my letter of understanding."

"True gold does not fear fire. I am not afraid of verification."

As he spoke, Arman took out his phone from his pocket.

Without saying anything, he dialed Qin Luo's number.

"Doo Doo Doo ~"

After three blinks, the call was smoothly answered.

"Hello, Professor Qin. Hello, I'm Arman."

"It's like this. I need to trouble you when I have time."

"It's like this..."

Arman briefly explained the situation to Qin Luo.

"You mean to say that you want me to prove that the letter of understanding in your hands is indeed self-created?"

"That's right. Professor Qin, that's what you mean."

"Alright! I'll prove it for you."

"The letter of understanding in Arman's hands was indeed signed by me."

Qin Luo's voice came from the phone.

Huala!

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

It was Qin Luo, it was indeed Qin Luo!

Arman did not speak. The letter of understanding in his hand was indeed the work of Qin Luo.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Professor Qin, I remember you saying that Alman did not have the letter of understanding that you personally signed!"

At this moment, Oman, who was standing at the side, suddenly shouted.

Oman was still struggling on the verge of death.

He was unwilling to lose just like that.

Did I say that?

Qin Luo thought about it seriously. It seemed like he had indeed said that before.

But wasn't that because he wanted to pluck the wool from the sheep's skin?

Now that he had plucked the wool, Qin Luo couldn't be bothered to hide it anymore.

"Cough cough ~"

Qin Luo covered his mouth with his right hand and coughed. He said, "Mr. Oman, I have to apologize for this."

"I forgot when you asked me that question."

I forgot!

How could I forget about this?

With just one sentence, Oman was almost angered to death.

This was going too far. This was simply going too far.

Oman's lungs were about to explode from anger.2

Qin Luo was simply teasing him!

"Qin Luo!"

Oman could no longer care about Professor Qin and not Professor Qin anymore. He called Qin Luo by his name.

If possible, at this moment, Oman wished he could shred Qin Luo into a million pieces.

Of course, Oman wasn't the only one who was angry.

There was also Hall!

In fact, he was even angrier than Oman.

At least Oman had been the head of the Rothschild family for more than ten years.

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