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Chapter Thirty: The Murderer

Hu San has done something big recently.

He sent the "oil-refining artifact" imitated by the workers in his brother-in-law's factory to most personal auto repair departments in the city.

The price is 300 yuan, the labor and material costs are 100 yuan, and the price is 100 yuan for the repair department.

The repair departments were all jealous of money and smiled and agreed to vigorously promote his oil-tightening device.

He put an arm on the window, humming a song in his mouth, and slowly shaking the steering wheel.

"Bang!"

He closed the car door vigorously, inserted his hand into his pockets of clothes with ease, and walked over the oil stains on the ground, and entered the repair department, "You guys are paying attention! I'm selling like this, guess what? They all agreed to underwrite it."

Wu Di, who was twisting the screws at the bottom of the car, tilted his head out, "Look! I'm right! You said that we only earn dozens of dollars at a time when we do dirty and tiring work. You can earn 100 dollars by using your oil-tightening device. Why not do it?"

"Haha! Of course!" Hu San was very excited at this moment. He kicked Wu Di's shoes with the upper of his shoe. "Old Wu, I think I can make a lot of money this time, otherwise you can do it with me."

"Do you? Dry the oil-melting device." Wu Di stood up, "You can sell it in winter, what about spring? What about summer? What about autumn? There are oil-melting devices in these three seasons, and you don't even have to drink the northwest wind."

"Why are you poor?" Hu San cursed with a smile. He shook out a cigarette from the cigarette box and just put it in his mouth to light the fire.

Wu Di quickly said, "Go out and smoke, you're going to waste your life. I just finished putting gasoline."

"Is it 'stolen' from the car again?" Hu San was pushed and walked out while turning back to Wu Di.

"You're going to be quiet, why are you doing so loud?"

"What's wrong? If you can do it, you can't say it?" Hu San "hissed" and then lowered his head to light a cigarette. He ejected the matchstick and drew an arc.

"Then I shouted all over the world at the top of my voice."

"You shout, what's the use of shouting? It's this era, who cares about those? Now everyone cares about this..." Hu San made a move to count money, "If you have this, you are the master! Do you understand! No one cares about how you came about! The chief designer said that no matter whether you are black cats or white cats, the one who can catch mice is a good cat. No matter how black money is, the one who can spend money is a good money!"

"You! You! Tell me, what else is there except to come and talk nonsense..."

"I……"

As soon as Hu San opened his mouth, several cars came in a distance.

"Okay! Let's talk later, I'm here to live." Wu Di greeted him and saw the person who got out of the first car. He immediately said enthusiastically, "Oh! Isn't this Brother Wang? Are you changing to a new car? Why isn't it your car?"

"Wu Di, don't give me a hippie smile, kid." Brother Wang said with a stern face in his bag.

"Brother Wang, what's wrong with you?" Wu Di asked.

Brother Wang didn't say anything, and the people who got out of the car that stopped behind came over, "What have you done, you don't know?"

"I..." Wu Di was stunned for a moment, and smiled charmingly, "I haven't done anything..."

Wu Di was careless, and the double-digit man surrounded him, and the cold air around him seemed to have become hotter.

"Think about it!"
Chapter completed!
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