The Old Wizard’s Prophecy
編集者: Simple MTL
There was a stack of bills on the table, and there were a few tens and one-dollar bills on it.
All the bills looked new.
"They were actually directly exchanged for cash."
Jack looked at the bills in front of him and felt that they were somewhat magical. He picked them up and lightly shook them.
Whoosh!
The sound was very pleasant to the ear.
It was more than seven thousand dollars, and it was more than what he had earned in the last few months in his job.
Jack was very satisfied with the live broadcast this time. He had received excellent reviews, and he had also received the gift bag of death. He had also received the most commission. In short, it was a huge harvest.
In a remote mountain village in northern Canada, a man in his fifties was squatting outside the room like a vulture, smoking a pipe. His eyes were gloomy, and his face was as cold as the ice and snow around him.