Old Sun felt a tremble in his heart upon hearing this sentence.
Suddenly, he experienced an inexplicable sense of superiority—so it turned out that Old Sun had such great influence, able to buy this one or two! Worth it!
He glanced at his useless brothers, looked around to make sure there was no one familiar in the market, and then whispered:
"Can't you guys figure it out? Let's all chip in to buy it together, then divide it up when we get back!"
Five or six people, all together, that shouldn't be too far off... right?
So, several grown men stood next to the pickup truck, transferring money: you 2000, I 3000, he 1500.
As the last one to make a payment, Old Sun had just reluctantly scanned the code, when suddenly his shoulder sank, gripped firmly by an iron-like hand—
"Police, don't move!"
…
Song Tan had just poked his head out from the back of the truck when he saw Qiaoqiao's shoulder seized by a uniformed man, and the silly kid was even grinning:
