Chen Pi, I remember you particularly like black rap, right?”

Chen Pi nodded, a little confused.

Wang Yan smiled and said, "Suddenly I remembered something. A anchor in our guild was crazy about the new coconut shoes. It is a brand that the black rapper Kanye and Adidas cooperated with. It is said that it is difficult to buy..."

A ball of light suddenly exploded in Chen Pi's eyes: "I know! I like Kanye very much, and I have a pair of coconut 350, which my aunt brought to me in the United States!"

"Look, if you have both channels and funds, this is an opportunity."

Young Master Wang spread his hands easily and drove Chen Pi crazy.

"Yes! It is said that white zebra coconuts are hard to come by now, but they are not popular in China... Damn it! Wang'er, you are such a genius!"

(⊙?⊙)!

The room was filled with unconscious eyes.

Everyone has never heard of any coconut, but judging from Chen Pi’s reaction, it seems to be an idea that can make money?

Looking at Wang Yan, who was calm and gentle, and he suddenly felt like he was looking up to him.

It turns out that you are not selling your mouth, but you really have some real things?!

After carefully savoring the short passage just now, I felt that every word was gems and was deafening, and there was a kind of refreshing excitement that made people unable to help but burst into tears...

I can't blow anymore, come on!

The students went up with their shirtlessness, making Wang Yan's head big and his neck thick.

"Wow, no wonder you can start a business and become a boss. Have you had too broad vision?"

"Brother Fugui is powerful and powerful 666!"

"Mr. Wang, what do you think I'm suitable for? I like Japanese female stars the most and I know them very well!"

Slipping... Oh, no, it is to promote the friendly and harmonious development of China and Japan and contribute to the special tourism industry...

Just do it, I may have business to contact you in the future!

"I like to read online novels. Do you want to be a writer?"

Don't!

It will be so frustrating that I can't afford to eat bread!

Even if you are lucky enough to have a bit of bread, you have to be careful of it all the time, which is very uncomfortable.

"Wang Yan, I'm also studying in the Magic City. Is your company still lacking part-time jobs? I can do whatever Qiu Li can..."

Wang Yan looked back and saw the fat girl squeezed out the three layers of flesh on her chin, her smile so shy that her eyes disappeared, and she suddenly shivered.

If you sit down, normal men will die, don’t make trouble!

In the midst of a sensation, He Meng was surprisingly quiet.

Smile reservedly and occasionally look at Wang Yan.

There was no worship in his eyes, but it was written with curiosity, and he looked at the fruit plate on the table from time to time and thoughtful.

Watermelon Taro?

Watermelon Prince?

Watermelon Tycoon?

How did the thin black boy selling watermelons with the sun at that time be polished to what he is now?
Chapter completed!