Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Ji Wusui raised his head and looked out the window.

The figures of four people are located on the roof not far from the hotel.

Zhao Ke's eyes lit up, and after quickly eating the lamb chops in his mouth, he said to Wang Mazi proudly, "You see, I'm right."

After waiting for about 10 minutes.

The four quickly dispersed around the hotel, and Old Man Zhou, that is, He Quanshun, after arranging his clothes, opened the door and walked in according to the room number Zhao Ke gave.

The moment you open the door.

He Quanshun's eyes were firmly locked on Zhao Ke.

Although he had never seen Zhao Ke's real appearance, apart from the woman with the hoodie, only Zhao Ke with his legs crossed could be associated with the wretched and bold Chen Sixi.

As for Wang Mazi and that ugly one-eyed dragon, the way they ate with their heads buried in food had nothing to do with Chen Sixi at all.

While He Quanshun was looking at Zhao Ke, Zhao Ke was also looking at him.

Surprisingly, in the horror space, that sinister and cunning old man Zhou was actually a young man in his 20s.

After the two eyes met, they immediately looked at each other and smiled.

"Hahahaha, brother Chen, long time no see, don't come here without any problems."

He Quanshun laughed. He smiled brilliantly and was very handsome. He stepped forward generously and sat on the chair beside Zhao Ke.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's not as hot as your brother last week."

Zhao Ke waved his hand politely and poured a glass of wine for He Quanshun. The two looked enthusiastic, and those who didn't know it really thought they were good brothers who hadn't seen each other for many years.

"Waiter, bring me the bill." Wang Mazi called out to the waiter.

As soon as they heard the bill, the six waiters immediately came to their senses and quickly sent over the bill that had already been calculated.

But instead of giving it to Wang Mazi, it was sent to He Quanshun.

This made Wang Mazi secretly give the waiter a thumbs up.

Sure enough, it was obvious that the four of them were poor ghosts, so they resolutely sent the bill to the well-dressed He Quanshun.

He Quanshun didn't look at the bill, just threw the card to the waiter.

Money in reality is completely meaningless to the postman.

The only purpose is to live a little more comfortably in reality.

After checking out, the face of the hotel manager suddenly looked like the sun shining brightly after the rain.

After learning that Zhao Ke and the others needed to talk, they quickly withdrew all the waiters and closed the door of the private room by the way.

After confirming that the waiters outside the door have left.

The smile on He Quanshun's face gradually narrowed.

"Tell me, I'm curious, how do you know that the Orb of Creation I got is fake!"

The authenticity of the Fortune Pearl has always been a thorn in He Quanshun's heart.

The identification of the postal album, although it is undoubtedly the Fortune Pearl.

But all abilities are in a closed state.

No matter how He Quanshun inquired about the news, he even offered a reward for solving the problem at the Hongyan Pavilion at a high price.

But so far no news.

After Zhao Ke's call last time, he suspected that the Fortune Orb was fake, but without evidence, he couldn't make a decision.

Faced with He Quanshun's doubts, Zhao Ke picked up the pomegranate wine on the table and said, "Of course it's fake, it's really here with me."

He Quanshun tightened his fingers and said in a deep voice, "What do you want, postage? Stamps?"

Zhao Ke shook his head: "Not interested."

He Quanshun frowned, waiting for Zhao Ke's next words.

"I plan to lend you some money, cash, 100 million is enough, not much."

100 million in cash, to He Quanshun, was like a drizzle, so he took out a card from his wallet and threw it on the table.

"The password is six 8s, with 500 million in it, and you can ask me for it anytime you spend it all."

"As long as you have cash, ask your teammate to bring it over. I know there are three more people. I remember that there is a bank not far from the hotel. It's 100 million. It shouldn't be difficult to get it from the bank!"

If you want to withdraw more than a certain amount from the bank, you need to make an appointment in advance.

But for people with deposits of at least tens of millions like Quanshun, they must be VIP customers of the bank. Even if they withdraw millions of cash, it is not difficult at all.

As for more, Zhao Ke didn't know.

So in order to reduce trouble, Zhao Ke only needs 100 million, and 100 million is almost enough.

The corner of He Quanshun's mouth twitched a few times, and he took out his cell phone to make a call.

Ten minutes later, He Quanshun's teammate, carrying a silver tin box, walked into the box and put the box on the table.

Zhao Ke didn't open it for inspection, and 100 million yuan wasn't worth what He Quanshun did.

Seeing Zhao Ke directly put the box into the storage ring.

He Quanshun urged impatiently: "If you have any other requests, tell me quickly."

Zhao Ke shook his head: "No more!"

"Gone??"

He Quanshun was taken aback for a moment, and looked at his companion behind him with a strange expression.

He chartered a flight from Qinghai and put aside tens of millions of business every day.

The three companions immediately put down everything they were doing.

Running over like a dog, is it just a matter of 100 million?

After that, He Quanshun couldn't help asking: "The money is for you, where is the Creation Pearl?"

"Good Fortune Bead? God, you want to buy a silver stamp for 100 million. Are you crazy!"