In general, people in Jianghu sects and government officials put a lot of effort into cultivating a relatively qualified intelligence spy, but how could they have imagined that it would be so easy and even a matter of course for Chu Yang?

Those who cannot find out the information will die.

Report false news with one finger.

The person who fabricated the news, Lingchi!

Those who find out the good news will be well-liked and drink spicy food, and there is no other reward: just staying alive is good.

But under these most basic conditions, everyone eagerly rushed to be the first: God! It would be great to live under this man...

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It was so embarrassing. My wife had been back to her parents' house for several days. I found that I had no change of underwear, so I spent 300 yuan to buy underwear. When I arrived at the supermarket, I chose a pair that felt very comfortable and I bought ten of them. Single, I fainted. Three thousand six hundred and eighty!

Three hundred and sixty-eight each! Underpants!

I took 300 yuan, but I couldn’t even buy one at a discount...

He made a desperate excuse to urinate and ran away, and honestly bought ten pieces worth twelve yuan from a street stall...
Chapter completed!