Wang Han smiled awkwardly, "Wait a moment!"

Uncle Taizhanzhan looked at Wang Han, "You kid don't have 300 yuan?"

Wang Han laughed dryly, "I owe more than 50 billion yuan! I'll pay it back now if I have some money!"

The staff glanced at Wang Han and then tilted his mouth.

The two thieves not far away also heard Wang Han talking, and looked at Wang Han and sneered.

Wang Han held his mobile phone and opened the chat interface and found Su Qi.

"Rich woman v me 500."

Su Qi quickly transferred 50,000 yuan to Wang Han.

“When will I go home?”

"The latest day after tomorrow!"

Pay the bill.

The train departs at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Wang Han and Tai Shu Zangdeng walked towards the waiting hall.

Unexpectedly, the two thieves came towards him and deliberately hit Wang Han like revenge.

After missing it.

Uncle Taizhanzhan glanced at him and said, "You lost your stuff."

Wang Han smiled and said, "I feel so tired, I'm having fun with them to relieve my boredom."

Two thieves, one old and one young, walked side by side, and the young one shook the spoils.

"Why are you stealing his phone? This broken phone is not valuable at first glance! It's not Apple or Huawei, and it can't be sold for 300 yuan for second-hand ones."

The young man played with Wang Han's mobile phone, "I just saw that this kind of person who was not strong and loved to pretend, and owed more than 50 billion yuan. Why don't you say that your father is the richest man? I not only stole his mobile phone.

He even stolen his ID card! He can't get in the car! It's a price to show off!"

As he spoke, the young thief showed off with an ID card between his fingers.

The old thief glanced at the smile and suddenly frozen, "Are you taken it out of his pocket?"

"right!"

"This is my ID card!" The old thief took his ID card.

The little thief looked closely and found that it was the old thief's ID card.

The old thief quickly flipped through his pocket.

He took out a few things and the thief snatched them over, "Why is my thing in your pocket?"

The old thief seemed to have reacted and quickly reached out to grop in his pocket.

Wang Han's cell phone suddenly vibrated. The little thief held Wang Han's cell phone, his pupils gradually expanded, and his hands began to tremble.

"Master! Look!"

"What are you looking at? We've met an expert!" The old thief was sweating on his head.

"Not you read it! There are text messages!"

The old thief looked closely.

Transfer information pops up on your phone.

"The amount of transfer of your account with the last number 1496 is 15000000000."

"The amount of transfer of your account with the last number 1496 is 200000000000."

SMS after message.

A string of numbers made both of them dizzy.

The two thieves were almost glaring out of their eyes.

When my breathing was tight, my phone suddenly called me.

The little thief was so shocked that he almost lost his phone.

After looking closely, the old thief suddenly said, "Oh? Isn't this your mobile phone number?"

The little thief was also stunned for a moment, and quickly reached out to touch his pocket. He found that his phone was missing, so he looked at the old thief.

The old thief licked his lips and said, "Assist the phone!"

The phone is connected.

A smile came from the other end of the phone.
Chapter completed!