The poor man and his rich man

Luobohu stayed at Mi's house for two days, but it felt like half a month. When he went to work again, Luobohu didn't even remember what he was doing for a moment.

It was Mi Hao who called Assistant Luo, and he came back to his senses.

"I feel that this period of time is like a dream." Luo Pohu scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed. During these days, he and Mi Hao have been together day and night, and now they talk a lot closer, "Mr. its me."

"Shroud shroud."

Mi Hao repeatedly agreed, but in the end it was carrots that covered him.

Because both Zhu Tizi and Xiao Jueqi were absent, the workload suddenly fell on the rest of the people.The foreign investor who was contacted could not speak Chinese at all, and Xiao Juexi, who served as the translator this time, has been missing.

Fortunately, Luobohu was ordered in the face of danger, and he was very able to handle things. He also mastered this small language, and he completed the task without any danger.

"This time, it's all up to you."

Mi Hao rubbed Luobo Lake's head again.

"I didn't expect you, a kid, to learn finance and learn so much. You are so versatile."

"No, I learned a little bit when I was a child."

Luobohu fled with his head in his arms, feeling a little embarrassed.

It was all a long time ago.