The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

Master Yan chose Director Luo Wen’s personal computer this time.

When the young man's words came out with a smile, Rowan refused.

He said expressionlessly: "No one."

"Well, aren't you human?"

Master Yan raised his eyebrows, and Editor Luo Wen saw a cute little bald man coming out of the lower right corner of his computer.

Wearing a slightly loose cassock, he sat cross-legged on the ground.

Big eyes, small arms, so cute.

It clasped its fleshy hands together and said in a serious voice, "Adults cannot deceive children. Anyone who deceives children is a bad villain."

Rowan: "Please don't slander me. I never said I wanted to buy you."

"Eh?" The little monk rolled his eyes, his face full of innocence, "Didn't you say that? Isn't there anyone?"

Rowan…

Oh shit.

You changed the concept!

This is a foul!

The little monk came back to win the game, blinked his big black and white eyes, tilted his head and smiled.

He also stretched out two fingers towards Rowan.

YEAH!

Rowan…

Reaching out and closing the laptop: "Goodbye."

Oh no, never again.

The book is closed.

The sound is still a bit loud.

The little monk's voice was muffled.

It got angry, "If you don't listen to me, then I'll tell the people outside. You deceived the children and took my things, but you still haven't paid me back!"

"snort!"

Rowan…

I was torn between losing face and losing money.

The face is his.

The money belongs to the government.

He decisively turned on the computer and smiled flatteringly, "Little cutie, we can discuss this further."

The little monk had just been pressed into a paper figure by him. The 2D version of the little monk rolled his eyes and kicked his legs.

Slowly, he returned to a chubby pink figure, with his chubby hands folded across his chest, and his nostrils turned to the sky with a snort.

"..."

Rowan held out a finger, "One million?"

"You think I collect rags?"

The Q version of the little monk stood up and said, "Forget it, I'll go talk to your president."

"Hey, wait a minute -" Rowan grabbed the notebook in fright and stretched out another finger with heartache, "Two million?"

Little monk: "Oh."

Rowan...you robber!

"three million?"

"Ah."

"four million?"

"Ah."

Rowan...! ! !

He looked at the four fingers he had taken out, and slowly stretched out the last one, struggling desperately, "There really can't be any more, and we don't have any money! Five million US dollars is enough for me to spend my whole life!"

The little monk scratched his head and blinked his big eyes, confusion appearing in his eyes, "US dollars to China's national currency? What is the ratio?"

"One to six."

"Oh, oh, sorry, I thought you were talking about Hua Guo coins."

The young monk frowned and nodded reluctantly, "Five million US dollars, forget it, it's about the same."

Rowan...! ! !

Am I sick?

A mouthful of old blood accumulated in his chest, and he almost pissed himself to death.

five million.

US dollars and Chinese currency!

That is a qualitative difference!

The little monk rubbed his chin and moved his fleshy hand in the air.

An account appears on the screen.

"Just transfer your money here."

"We have a great time working together."

The Q version of the little monk stretched out his hand and shook hands with Luo Wen in the void, who was desperate and wanted to slap him to death.

"Let's work together next time."

Rowan...who the hell wants to cooperate with you!

"Director, the terrorist attack in Nas City has been resolved..." A team leader knocked on the door and came in, looking at Rowan with doubts in his eyes, "What's wrong with you?"

Rowan: "I can't live anymore, I want to cry."

A group leader...