Chapter 6212 (Six Thousand Two Hundred and Twelve) Our Bank
The gray-handed man smiled and said: "You yourself said it was the 'so-called' basis."
The man with brown hands said: "Yes, what does it mean?"
"Does that mean you don't think that's enough evidence?" the gray-handed man asked.
The brown-handed man smiled and said, "You don't really think it's enough, do you?"
"How is that possible?" the gray-handed man said with a smile.
"Then you still ask me?" the brown-hand man asked.
The man with gray hands smiled and said: "Isn't it my profession to ask questions knowingly?"
"Old profession?" asked the man with brown hands.
"Definitely not." The gray-handed man said.
"New line of work?" asked the brown-hand man, "If you say new line of work, why does it sound so weird?"
The gray-handed man said: "Because you are used to hearing what you are doing?"
The man with brown hands smiled and said, "Isn't that the reason?"
"What could be the reason?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man with brown hands said: "It's not because of my new profession."
The gray-handed man said: "It's just because you sound weird, isn't it?"
"Not only does it sound weird, it's also weird to think about, or it's even weirder to think about," said the brown-hand man.
The man with gray hands asked the man with brown hands: "If you put it this way, I think it's weird to think about it."
"What do you think?" said the brown-hand man, "don't tell me that because I think so, you think so too."
The gray-handed man said: "Think about it, how long has it been since we spit out those two?"
The man with brown hands asked deliberately: "Do you think it has been a short time since we spit out those two? Let's put it this way, you and I have been talking for a long time."
"Aren't you waiting for that person's response?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man with brown hands said: "We have already spent some time waiting for that person to respond, right?"
The man with gray hands said: "It must have been used."
The man with brown hands asked: "It doesn't take a long time, right?"
"It seems to be non-stop. I keep talking nonsense." The gray-handed man said. "No, that's not nonsense," said the brown-hand man.
"Huh? It's not nonsense, it's useless words." The gray-handed man said, "That's what it means."
The man with brown hands said, "What do you think those words are called?"
The man with gray hands smiled and said: "Whatever you said before is called what I said before."
The man with brown hands said: "Why do you still carry something like this?"
"Have you seen it before?" the gray-handed man said with a smile.
"I guess I've seen something similar before, but it's just that it's not you, so I don't have such an obvious impression." The brown-handed man said.
"The other party is not me, what's there to say?" the gray-handed man asked.
"If the other party were you, I wouldn't be impressed." The brown-handed man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "If the other party is me, maybe you have the impression that I am stupid."
The man with brown hands smiled and said, "It's more than that, right?"
The gray-handed man said deliberately: "Is there anyone else who is crazy?"
The man with brown hands said, "Do you think I'm crazy?"
"Do you think it looks like it?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I think it might be like that," the brown-handed man said with a smile.
The gray-handed man said: "How dare you say that."
"How dare you say, I am who I am, what happened to my appearance?" asked the man with brown hands.
The man with gray hands smiled and said: "It's nothing. You said you seem to be crazy, what else can I say?"
The man with brown hands laughed and said, "If even someone like me seems crazy, I don't know what I will do."
"No need to assume, what can I do? Are you crazy?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man with brown hands smiled and said, "It might work, but it might not."
"Which one is more likely?" asked the gray-handed man.
(End of chapter)