C78 Wu Ming's Cousin

Manager Cai couldn't help but laugh. Towards the God of Fortune, he naturally wouldn't refuse him. He said with a smile, "Just sell that gold-plated tycoon's gold to him. It'll earn him two or three million."

"Are you talking about that tycoon gold car that the store spent a lot of money to build in order to become famous last year? Can this work? In this era