3325: C3325 It Has to be Recharged(part Iii)

C3325 It Has to be Recharged(part Iii)

The Greyhound remained silent, but that pair of slightly innocent and disdainful eyes seemed to say something again. What did it mean by snatching? Young man, think about what you've done, that's what you've robbed!1

"Cough cough..." Lin Hao felt a little awkward from being looked at, but he still scolded him relentlessly, "F * ck you! This is all my hard-earned money! You've worked so hard to earn even a little bit of money, and now you're asking for more than a billion yuan from me! Do you believe I won't stew you?! "

The Greyhound's eyes were still innocent, but that disdainful and slightly raised eyebrow was still silently ridiculing Lin Hao. Can you pull a few rounds to pour your blood, sweat, and money that is stained with other people's blood and tears? Snatching him for a few billion was considered hard work, right?

Lin Hao was stunned. He suddenly threw the Greyhound onto the ground. He stomped on the Greyhound's chest again and scolded sternly, "You f * cking f * ck! You have to exploit the blood, sweat, and money of the people who work! You are too much! Vampire dog, I am advising you to be kind. Why did you say that you will get a 70% discount? I think you should give me 17% discount! Ah! Even if I starve to death today, I will definitely not buy your hammer set meal!"

The Greyhound was trampled on the ground. It should have been the miserable appearance of a tiger falling to the ground. However, the Greyhound had a helpless and doting expression on its face. You can say whatever you want. In the end, who would be able to escape from the punishment of the True Fragrance Law?

The Greyhound had completely grasped the heart of the customer. It had even grasped the lifeblood of the customer. No matter what Lin Hao said, the Greyhound would obey him like a doll.

Anyway, it was good to calm down. In any case, no one could escape the judgment of fate. Lin Hao was only so-so.

Sure enough, as expected, there was no need for the night to fall. Lin Hao could no longer bear it.

After more than ten rounds of questioning and beating up, the price of the 70% discount set meal was still maintained at 1.5 billion Primeval Stone. It did not move at all. It could be seen that the Greyhound had really steeled its heart. It wanted Lin Hao to use the courage of selling himself to bury his father to buy the set meal.

In any case, Lin Hao must have bought the set meal obediently at the end of the story. Anyone who had enjoyed the act of charging money would know that no one could resist the temptation of charging money.

It was night. On top of a tall mound, Lin Hao looked up at the bright moon in the sky with a disappointed and frustrated expression. That moon was too beautiful and you were too gentle. I admit that it was the moon's fault. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been unable to resist the temptation of charging money.

At this moment, Lin Hao was like a wandering poet who had fallen into the underworld. He looked at the sky, the ground, and the air in his wallet with melancholy. It turned out that the most lonely thing was not that there was no one around him, but that the balance was insufficient.

Looking at the remaining 900 million Primeval Stone on the balance, Lin Hao couldn't help but shed tears of humiliation. Today, it was the devil who won over reason. Lin Hao was still immersed in the sin of charging money. On this path of crime... The further he went, the deeper he sank.

Not once did Lin Hao want to restrain his desire. But every time he found out that everything was not as he had expected. Something like temptation was really terrifying. He was like a devil, urging people in the most vulnerable places. He recklessly invaded people's minds, making the king let go of the mistakes that he should not have made.

Lin Hao looked at the cool moonlight and recalled his innocent self from the past. He was not tempted by the temptation of charging money, and Lin Hao was still a romantic young man who spent money on butterflies.

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