Super Treasure Hunter

At first everyone didn't know what to do in the middle of the week, but when they saw one drink after another in the middle of the week, they were all dumbfounded. This is vodka, the strongest kind, but it is drunk as water in the middle of the week. Is this still a human? Even Salman's face became more ugly.

Zhu Qingyi also didn't expect that the amount of alcohol in the middle of the week was so good, but he was still a little worried and persuaded the middle of the week: "In the middle of the week, you don't listen to them. If it doesn't work, stop drinking."

Zhou Zhong turned his head and said with a mysterious smile to Zhu Qingyi: "Men can't say no."

After speaking, I continued to drink the remaining few glasses of wine in the middle of the week.

Zhu Qingyi's face suddenly reddened, and he thought of the scene that night for no reason. That night, midweek seemed really...very fierce. Immediately Zhu Qingyi was furious, and secretly scolded the pervert in Zhou Zhong, it is really impossible for a dog to spit out ivory!

After the dozen or so glasses of vodka were drunk in the middle of the week, the fat man who had come up with the idea sat back and did not dare to propose a drink with the middle of the week.

Salman looked gloomy. He wanted to teach the middle of the week, but he didn't expect to show off in the middle of the week. This was not what he wanted to see, so he winked at the fat man and asked him to think of something else.

Fatty's eyes rolled around. Since drinking is not a midweek opponent, he can only show off Master Salman's ability, so he asked Midweek: "Little brother, are you still a student now? What are you doing in West India? what?"

Zhou Zhong smiled and said, "It's nothing, let's do something."

The fat man suddenly laughed and said: "Do things? Then you have to treat our Master Salman well. In the entire West India, there is nothing that Master Salman can't do. Master Salman's father is General of the Ministry of National Defense, Master Salman himself is also a colonel in the Eastern Military Region. His status is distinguished. As long as you make Master Salman happy, we can help you with whatever it is."

Salman sat there, listening to the fat man showing off to himself, his expression extremely proud.

"By the way, do you know the light on the sacred mountain during the day? Tell you, our Young Master Salman has heard some news through the relationship. It is said that the Lord Indra has really appeared, and has appointed a patron saint to serve We in the West India country relieved all disasters." When talking about the manifestation of the holy mountain, the West Indians in the room were all excited.

The fat man said to the middle of the week again: "So little brother, no matter what, our Master Salman can do it!"

Zhou Zhongxin felt a little funny, but he said casually on the face: "Don't bother, my business is done."

"It's okay, just tell me if you have anything." Salman said to Midweek triumphantly.

Speaking of Salman, he looked at Zhu Qingyi again and said, "Dear Zhu, your business is actually very simple. The customs has seized your goods. As long as I say it, the customs will still give me face, no matter what it is. Any contraband will be released."

Zhu Qingyi’s eyes lit up. She came to KTV so reluctantly because of the goods, so she took a glass of wine and thanked Salman: "Master Salman, I really appreciate your willingness to help. I I toast you."

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Salman squinted his eyes and flashed a gloomy look. Did he miss Zhu Qingyi this glass of wine? What he wants is Zhu Qingyi! Instead of serving a glass, Salman looked at Zhu Qingyi and said meaningfully: "Dear Zhu, if you really want to thank me, why don't we try one? How about? I recently listened to a love song, Very good, we can try."

The fat man was very insightful, and immediately got up and urged: "Great, our Young Master Salman is wise and martial, handsome and handsome, and the bamboo robes are so beautiful, she is definitely a talented girl, everyone shouts together, together! Together!"

Immediately other people in the KTV also shouted, even Jing Bohao was no exception.

"Together with!"

Salman looked complacent, as if he had eaten Zhu Qingyi and put the microphone on the table. As long as Zhu Qingyi picked up the microphone, Zhu Qingyi belonged to him tonight!

Zhu Qingyi's face turned cold. She was born in a gangster family. What hasn't she seen? Now Salman made it clear that he was negotiating terms with her, what a love song to him, was that he promised to be with him, and he would help to return the goods detained by the customs. But if he doesn't sing, he certainly won't help.

This batch of goods is very important to Zhu Qingyi, but she will never sell herself for the goods, absolutely not!

Salman is not in a hurry, because he has enough confidence to eat Zhu Qingyi. In West India, no one can take the goods away as long as he says a word!

But at this moment, Zhong Zhou spoke.

"You are here for the goods detained by the customs? If this is the case, then I may be able to help you get the goods back." Zhou Zhong smiled and said to Zhu Qingyi.

There was a flash of surprise in Zhu Qingyi’s eyes, but then it dimmed again. She knew that there was something in the middle of the week, but after all, this is the West Indies. Salman is deeply rooted here, and his power is very big. It will not be returned.

Salman and others laughed loudly when they heard the words of midweek.

"Hahaha, little brother, how can you learn to brag when you are young, oh, wouldn't it be the wine you just drank?" The fat man couldn't help mocking Zhou Zhong first.

Salman also sneered disdainfully and said: "You can't just say big things casually, and don't look at what you are. Jing Bohao, are you Chinese people so bragging?"

Jing Bohao's expression changed and he quickly reprimanded Midweek: "Midweek, don't talk nonsense! Even if you like Tsing Yi, you don't have to brag like that?"

Zhou Zhong didn't want to care about these people, but said to Zhu Qingyi very seriously: "Zhu Qingyi, I can really help you."

Zhu Qingyi was moved when he saw that Zhou Zhong did not give up, and his expression was firm.

At this time, the phone rang in the middle of the week, which was given to him by Princess Pera, so he got up in the middle of the week and said to Zhu Qingyi: "Wait for me, I will answer the phone."

After I left the private room in the middle of the week, it was a lot quieter outside.

"Mr. Zhou, where are you? I was scolded by my father as soon as I came back. I dare not let you act alone anymore. Tell me where I am and I will come to you." Princess Pera said Some said anxiously.

Zhou Zhongxin said that it’s okay to let Princess Pera come over. She should have a way to help Zhu Qingyi get the goods back, so she said: "I'll be at the Imperial Light KTV not far away from the car. Come here."

"Okay, I'll be there right away!" Princess Pera nodded and said.

Putting down the phone and returning to the private room with a smile in the middle of the week, but when I just came back, I saw something wrong in the private room. Everyone stood up. Zhu Qingyi was full of anger, glaring at the opposite Salman, his eyes were slightly red, and Salman was also full of savage expressions, pointing to Zhu Tsing Yi and cursing, but he spoke in Western Hindi and couldn't understand it. On Salman's cheek, there was a red palm print!