Chapter 270: The Devil Returns! (Part 1)

The money belonged to the old Daoist. He could spend it however he wanted. Zhou Ze did not say anything else, and he was not qualified to say anything.

After all, although the old Daoist was his subordinate employee, he had never received a single cent of his salary. Sometimes, when he "Went on a business trip"with Zhou Ze, the old Daoist would have to pay some of his own money.

Moreover, it was useless to talk too much with the old man about ingrates or whether it was worth the discussion.

He was a man who had lived to seventy years old. What Kind of troubles had he not experienced?

All sorts of people. What kind of people had he not met?

He was not the kind of old man or old woman who mistakenly believed in a lottery scam and wanted to take advantage of it. Perhaps, a person's heart was as clear as a mirror, but in fact, it was rare for him to be muddle-headed.