"Calculate you?"


    Gao Shen walked over with a laugh, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, put it to his lips, looked at Ferguson, and asked, "You lousy old man, what is there for me to calculate? Let''s hear it."


    Ferguson also laughed along with him.


    In fact, he has thought about this question many times, and it seems that there is really nothing to be calculated.


    For fame, he is already about to retire; for profit, Gao Shen is now much richer than him


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