"I remember that the manager of Kangyang District in Songhai City is called Yuan Ting, please inform me and don't spread this matter. Otherwise, where will I put my old face on?"

"But....."

"But what?"

Just as the middle-aged man was about to answer, the cell phone in his pocket rang. He took it out and said:

"The phone number of Elder Montenegro."

"catch."

The call was connected, and the old man had just picked up the phone when there was a growl on the other side:

"Old Sun, what are you doing? It's fine to send out the copy of She Ling Tunnel privately, but you actually promised Fu Qingyang not to want that night wandering god? Do you know how big a mistake you made?"

Elder Sun was stunned for a second: "Why do you know this old boy?"

"You don't care how I know, do you know how long it has been since the Taiyi Sect has recruited an exceptionally talented night wandering god? I'm going to complain to the Sect Master now."

The phone hung up.

Elder Sun's forehead was throbbing with veins.

At this time, the phone rang again, and the middle-aged man looked at it:

"Elder Hongying."

"Go ahead..."

"Uncle Sun, I heard that the Sheling Tunnel has been captured? That night wandering god, don't you want to name it?"

"...."

"Uncle Sun, you have to apologize for doing this."

"..."

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"Elder Sun, I heard that you rejected a genius who is a night wandering god?"

"You bastard, when will it be your turn to be a deacon?"

"Ah, Elder Sun, don't get me wrong, I'm just curious."

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"Elder Sun, I heard that you..."

"roll!"

In a few minutes, five or six calls were received.

The middle-aged man in black looked at Elder Sun silently. The last time he lost his composure, it was due to stock trading to increase leverage.

Elder Sun took a deep breath, continued the previous topic, and asked:

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