She couldn't help but raised her eyebrows, thinking that he was just talking about it, just to procrastinate.

After all, where to find two hundred thousand cash now.

Could it be that this person feels that the bank is insecure and keeps the money in his own home?

At this time, Zheng Qingming thought about the safe he kept in his home.

"Go inside and get a little bit!"

As the Korean spoke, he took the black bag again with no expression on his face and carried it into the box inside.

Zheng Qingming also hugged the money counter and followed in.

Two hundred thousand is a lot of money, and she ordered it for a long time before it was done.

Watching her put the money back in, the Koreans then handed the receipt they wrote to Zheng Qingmong's hands.

"okay!"

Zheng Qingming signed his own name on it, and then returned the receipt to him.

"Then...bye Uncle Han!"

Zheng Qingming looked at him with a smile on his face.

Turned around and walked out.

Because this hotel is all private rooms, there is no lobby.

When Zheng Qingming went out, a table of guests just came out of the box.

Han Moli was preparing to collect the money. When she saw Zheng Qingming come out, she just heightened her vigilance.

Zheng Qingming looked at her stupid look and couldn't help but smile.

She passed the crowd and walked to the door again.

When she went into the box with the Koreans just now, Han Moli had already opened the door to continue doing business.

Han Moli looked at her back, itchy with hatred, how could there be such a bad person.

I really wanted her to go out, so someone took the money.

Finally, she was also killed.

Han Moli's face became distorted because of the things she was thinking about.

"Miss, we have to pay, what do you mean by this expression?"

The few people who came out of the box looked at Han Moli's expression in horror, and they really had a terrified expression.

"Uh...I'm sorry, there are a total of 1,386, and if a fraction goes, I'll give it to 1,380!"

Han Moli quickly straightened her expression.

The South Korean people walked into the back kitchen as sinking as water.

Zheng Qingming left the hotel, found a five-star hotel with ease, and stayed first.

After that, I used the computer in the hotel to find a broker.

She has made her request clear, and the agent has also agreed to help her look at the house.

After getting these things done, Zheng Qingming lay down on the bed and began to rest.

After sleeping until noon, she went downstairs again in the western restaurant next door.

Ordered a steak.

This western restaurant is known as a three-star Michelin restaurant.

When Zheng Qingming walked in, he also saw the chef's recommendation. The chef here is Su Yu.

Until the steak was delivered to her.

She didn't even care about why Su Yuhui was in this western restaurant, but there was a big discrepancy between this and the plot.

She cut a steak and ate it. What she wanted was medium rare.

It was very fresh and tender in the mouth, but it didn't have that juicy feeling.

She still remembers the grilled steak she ate last night, and after one bite, she felt all the deliciousness, which exploded in her mouth.