Chapter 1337

"Mr. Tang..." Mo wusheng looked at Tang Hao, who was dressed strangely and squatting on the ground smoking like a little ruffian. For a moment, he couldn't accept the fact that he was crazy Hao.

"It's brother Hao!" Tang Hao corrected Mo's silent grammatical mistakes, and then asked, "what are you going to do next?"

"The adoptive father said that all his property was donated to charities, about tens of billions of assets?" Mo silent still had no emotional fluctuations, as if the tens of billions of assets were completely dispensable for him.

There is a saying that Mo's silent state of mind is absolutely 99.99%!

"I asked you, who asked about the cook's property?" Tang Hao glanced. There is no doubt that Tang Hao is also one of the 0.01%.

"Me?" Mo's silent eyes showed a blank look. "My adoptive father said before that he asked me to follow Jiangdong, but I don't know whether Jiangdong needs me or whether I'm suitable to follow Jiangdong.

"Follow Jiangdong..." Tang Hao frowned and thought about it. A moment later, Tang Hao suddenly found that it was the right choice for him to kill the cook first. "Don't follow Jiangdong. If you have nothing to do, you can choose some from your adoptive father's industry to stay and take care of it first. When Jiangdong needs your help, you're doing it."

"What brother Hao said is reasonable." Mo thought silently for a moment and suddenly grinned. "Just do what brother Hao said."

Tang Hao looked at Mo silent and didn't say much, because he had seen that Mo silent was a miserable man. He didn't have his own life goal at all. He just lived himself as the shadow of a cook!

"Well, you go and help yourself!" Tang Hao waved his hand and left with a cigarette in his mouth.

In the afternoon, Mordor School of economics.

After a day's course, Jiangdong left the college and went to the Oriental bar.

Although it was only in the afternoon, the bar was still noisy. Although there was no deafening music at night, there were countless guests coming and going. Even Zheng Yi personally stood at the door and greeted the guests.

Seeing Jiang Dong coming in, Zheng Yi immediately put down his work and trotted all the way to Jiang Dong. "Brother Dong, why are you so free today? Don't you want to fight with the cook?"

"It's not time yet!" Jiang Dong looked inside the noisy bar, shook his head slightly, and turned out of the bar.

"Brother Dong, what's up?" Zheng Yi chased out and asked puzzled.

"Nothing, just a sudden feeling of restlessness, as if something was going to happen." Jiang Dong frowned and whispered.

"Isn't it related to the boxing match tonight?" Zheng Yi also subconsciously frowned.

"I don't know!" before he knew it, Jiang Dong made Tang Hao's landmark move, squatted on the roadside and looked at the busy long street.

Zheng Yi squatted down beside Jiang Dong, lit a cigarette for himself, and said with emotion: "in fact, brother Dong, I've always been considering whether you should fight with the cook..."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Dong turned his head and looked at Zheng Yi with interest.

"Brother Dong..." Zheng Yi rarely showed a solemn expression. "During this time, I suddenly found that I didn't seem to care so much about my previous hatred..."