After Nan Yuan sent the message, she even posted the bank account number.

The meaning is quite obvious: I, the big guy who can draw the pain shield, make money.

The group members who were still madly sending private messages and blowing rainbow farts a minute ago were as quiet as chickens.

After the shock, those who missed the first chance left messages.

- Boss, are you too ruthless? You didn't spend a penny yesterday!

——Each of us has different money. If someone else only has one million and he only needs to give five hundred thousand, then I have ten million in my hand, so wouldn’t I have to pay five million? This is so unfair!

- Boss, can you be accommodating? The savings in my hand are for buying a house. Woohoo, if I give you half of it, I will save for another five years before I can pay the down payment. The housing prices in first-tier cities can’t hurt!

Some people got angry directly.

- What the hell? Yuan Shu, are you losing money? Yesterday everyone didn't spend a penny, we just had to take out half of the money one day late? You have to have a degree when you open your lion's mouth!

No matter how pleading, sarcastic and angry these people were, Nan Yuanlei couldn't move, and disappeared after sending the message.

At this moment, the nine group members who have already obtained the Pain Shielding Talisman are extremely fortunate.

If they didn't send the address to the boss with the idea of ​​giving it a try yesterday, if they wanted it today, wouldn't they have to take out half of their savings?

However, the boss is indeed cruel enough.

"You are a very bad person." Wan Cheng Yichen floated out of the blood jade hairpin at some point and sat beside Nan Yuan.

Nan Yuan raised her eyebrows, "My talisman saves their lives. If they die a few times like this, they will break down sooner or later. Not being able to distinguish between reality and dreams is a terrible disease, and they may be stabbed to death in reality. Own."

What's more, although the pain shielding talisman is simple for her to draw, the effect of the talisman is far from that of Master Nahong.

Master Hong's talisman can only last for three or four days, but one of her pain shielding talismans can last for three months without an accident, and the degree of pain shielding has reached 90%.

That is to say, one of her pain shields can keep these people until the end of the forty-ninth ghost realm.

Wan Chengyichen didn't listen to her flickering, "You know what I mean."

"I'm not a kind person, I do a lot of things with a purpose. But occasionally, I give kindness like a demon. I gave it yesterday, but unfortunately some people didn't catch it. How can this be considered bad for me? "

Wan Zhai Yichen heard the words and suddenly lost his mind.

Money is really nothing in the face of life and death.

Soon someone sent money to the account given by Nan Yuan.

Some hit 100,000, some hit 300,000, and some hit 2 million.

The one who played two million was a cousin of Zhao Junwei.

Nan Yuan met this person in the group and asked: Are you sure this is 50% of the liquidity in your hands?

The man immediately replied: Really big guy. Although my family is rich, I am poor, and I just bought a global limited edition sports car last month, and I have only so much money left in my hand.

Nan Yuan sent a second message with a blank face: Let me ask again, are you telling the truth? Your chance is only this time, think about it clearly and then answer me.

The man suddenly fell silent.

Ten minutes later, another seven hundred and forty-eight thousand eight hundred and twenty-three yuan and seven cents were added to Nan Yuan's account.

The man made a crying expression in the group and said, "Boss, this time it's true, I only have 20 million liquidity in my hand, and half of it has been transferred to you.

A group of people in the group sent a series of exclamation marks.

Holy shit! Twenty million? This is only the working capital that can be taken out in one day. If you add those investments, real estate, etc., wouldn't the assets in this person's name be hundreds of millions?

There are a lot of rich people in this world, it's sour.

However, with a big fat sheep like Zhao Junwei's cousin rushing ahead, it seems that others are not so difficult to accept.

After all, if people have 20 million, they will give 10 million, and they only have hundreds of thousands. In such a comparison, it seems that I still made my own money?

In the end, except for Yuan Lingxiao, who already had a talisman, and two people who valued money more than life, everyone took out half of their working capital.

Coincidentally, these two people who are reluctant to spend money to eliminate disasters are the two who are usually very selfish.

Nan Yuan counted the money on the account, she could draw a pain shield in a blink of an eye, and she earned more money than the liquidity in her cheap dad's hand.

However, the money transferred in was spent by Nan Yuan not long after.

Wan Cheng Yichen looked at the data analysis rapidly scrolling on the computer, and stopped talking a few times. Finally, she couldn't hold back and asked her, "What are you doing?"

"Data analysis, investment, and money begets money."

Wan Cheng Yichen hummed and looked lonely.

Nan Yuan realized something and took the initiative to invite the depressed little devil, "You don't seem to be used to this era, why don't I take you out for a walk?"

Wan Cheng Yichen indifferently declined: "I'm not interested."

After he finished speaking, he went back to the hairpin.

Nan Yuan remembered his **** appearance in the red gauze, and guessed some reasons in her heart.

Humans can't see ghosts, even if the celestial masters who have opened their eyes can see evil ghosts like Wan Cheng Yichen, all they can see is a thick black fog.

However, His Royal Highness, who was so honorable during his lifetime, had an excellent face.

Even if others can't see it, His Royal Highness cannot accept that he appears in any public place in such a degrading and gentle image.

Nan Yuan poked the hairpin.

Wan Cheng Yichen's angry voice sounded, "If you touch again, believe it or not, I will chop your paws!"

Nan Yuan chuckled, "It's just a jab, isn't it because of something unspeakable?"

Wan Zhai Yichen didn't reply, but a burst of yin gushed out from the blood jade hairpin, and the books on the table were blown to the side.

"Are you a puffer fish, you will be puffed up when you poke it, and I won't touch you. I just want to ask you what kind of clothes you like, and I will burn one for you.

You said you lived so long, why didn't you find someone to burn some clothes for you? "

Wan Zhai Yichen was silent.

After a while, a cold voice came from the hairpin, "No need."

"No? Do you like how you look naked now?"

The blood hosta that was lying on the table stood up, "Can you see what I look like?"

Nan Yuan hooked her lips at the very humanized blood jade hairpin, "So you don't know? If I hadn't seen it clearly, how could I have pressed you under my body accurately and accurately. In my eyes , there is nothing to hide, whether it is anger or resentment, what others see is a black fog, but what I see is the body inside the black fog.

When I first saw Young Master, I felt that Young Master was a noble beauty made of snow and jade, and should wear a gorgeous and delicate robe, not a layer of tulle that could not cover the body. "

There was a sudden gloomy wind in the room, and the chandelier on the ceiling shook violently. Wan Zhai Yichen's gloomy and cold voice resounded in every corner of the house with anger, "Who let you see it! How dare you stare at me straight Look, I'm going to gouge your eyes out!"

Nan Yuan asked calmly in the biting wind: "Why don't I take off my clothes for you to see? That way we can even be even."

The wind in the room stagnated for a moment.

Wan Cheng Yichen said angrily, "You are filthy! Shameless!"

Nan Yuan said leisurely: "Anyway, sooner or later, we will see it."

Wan Zhai Yichen:  …