Old Song felt like he fainted with his head hanging.

Three million, what is that concept?

The people in the entire village are busy working all year long, and their output is probably less than 300,000 yuan.

Three million, I have never heard of it.

At that moment, Lao Songtou had evil thoughts.

Should I tie up the child in front of me?

But looking at the bodyguards scattered around, the old man is finally clear enough.

Then he became excited again and began to make plans in his mind.

How much of the three million will be used for projects, and how much will be left in the end?

If there's anything left...
Chapter completed!