Chapter five hundred and seventy-fourth(2/2)
After Zhang Tianyou left, he did not go back to his resting place, but found Zhang Xiaobao. Zhang Xiaobao was also drinking soup and cooking, and was fumigated by oil and gas. He didn't want to eat anything else. He cooked a bowl of ginger soup for himself, and cooked shrimps and ate while peeling.
"Little Young Master, Xiao Master?" When Zhang Tianyou found Zhang Xiaobao, Zhang Xiaobao had already eaten two shrimps.
"Has the money been made?" Zhang Xiaobao handed over a shrimp and asked.
"I made money, are there any steamed buns? I kept thinking about things and didn't have time to eat." Zhang Tianyou took the shrimp, threw the shells into his mouth and chewed them, and looked around his eyes.
"I don't have it here. I go to the kitchen. There are still small garlic boxes that have not been sent out in the kitchen. You can eat with hot sauce. If you can eat more, don't forget to arrange for other people to come and contact with the people, so that they don't give up hope."
Zhang Xiaobao pointed to the thing on the table and said to Zhang Tianyou.
Zhang Tianyou nodded repeatedly: "I knew the young master would keep good things. He gave me ten thousand yuan. It's so rich young master. You eat yours. I know, I'll find someone to come over later."
Zhang Tianyou happily went straight to the kitchen and left the money behind.
Zhang Xiaobao didn't go to touch the money, so he thought it was dirty, so he peeled another shrimp, and smiled and said to himself, "Good days are coming."
"What good day?" Wang Juan brought a fruit plate over and happened to hear Zhang Xiaobao's words, put the fruit on the table and asked.
"The good days for the people of the *** people, they will definitely get what they want before the fleet arrives in Jili State. Ten thousand ounces are available. You can put them away first, and then unify them and send them to others. If there is a little less, the people of the *** people are really unable to think about it. Why should they take too seriously the money?"
Zhang Xiaobao raised his chin and signaled Wang Juan to get the money.
Chapter completed!