Toot, toot, toot~

The call was answered quickly.

"Duoyu..." A slightly hoarse voice came from the other side of the phone. It seemed that Ai Qing had not yet adjusted her mood.

"Ai Qing, listen to me... Lao Jin said..." He tried to make his tone gentler and gentler: "Lao Jin said..."

Wang Duoyu suddenly remembered the scene of Ai Qing standing on the rooftop of Xihong Hotel preparing to die to prove her ambition, the scene of her hanging on the back of her butt like a follower, the scene of Duoyu brother being longer than Duoyu brother, the scene of her misappropriating funds to buy necessities for the wedding.

I can't talk anymore after I've planned it.

He found that he was not the kind of person who could do anything to achieve his goals.

"Ai Qing, you broom star, do you know how much I have given up for you? If you don't give me a hundred children in the future, you will fucking be sorry for me."

A very old man, his eyes were red as he spoke.

After finishing the conversation, without waiting for Ai Qing's reply, she hung up the phone and walked up to Mr. Yin and Mr. Lai: "You win, I quit."

He spoke very slowly, as if his words weighed a thousand pounds.

No, it’s not like, 30 billion yuan is much heavier than a thousand catties.

Jim Carrey looked up at him: "Are you sure you want to quit this game?"

Wang Duoyu said: "A manly man...ah..."

Halfway through his words, he turned around and pricked Lin Yue's chest. Just like the last time he learned about the iceberg project, the land game project, and the green stock project, instead of losing money, he made a lot of money. Tears and sniffles came one after another.

Lin Yue patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, don't be sad, it's not over yet."

"We will be paupers after tomorrow." Wang Duoyu was immersed in disappointment and couldn't extricate himself.

Lin Yue freed his arms from his arms and walked to Jim Carrey: "Now that he has quit the game, my qualifications are still there, right?"

Jim Carrey nodded.

Mr. Yin, who was gloating next to him, said, "I heard that your money hasn't been touched yet?"

Mr. Lai complimented him: "I heard that the billion is going to be divided equally."

Lin Yue said: "If I can spend one billion in the remaining time, does this game count as me winning?"

Jim Carrey was stunned for a moment: "If you can."

"Hahahaha... You don't have to pay taxes when you brag in mainland China, right?"

Mr. Yin and Mr. Lai seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.

Spend one billion in less than two days?

Wang Duoyu, a prodigal who changed his ways every day, could only spend a billion in a month. This Wang Youdao actually brazenly said that he would spend a billion in more than a day. It was just talking nonsense in broad daylight.

"Youdao, are you okay?"

When Wang Duoyu heard that he could spend an extra billion in one day, he quickly wiped away the tears on his face, went over and touched his forehead and found that it was not burning.

Jim Carrey stared at Lin Yue for a while: "Do you know how much Wang Duoyu spent half a month ago to convince me to take over the 'fat insurance' cooperation project? If you want to copy this operation and raise the compensation standard,

, I won’t agree to it.”

This sentence sealed the possibility of Lin Yue's opportunism.

You must know that Wang Duoyu's "fat insurance" compensation standard is one yuan per gram. What if it becomes one hundred yuan per gram or one thousand yuan per gram? Wouldn't it mean that the citizens of Xihong can spend one billion if they are hungry?

Jim Carrey certainly wouldn't sit back and let this happen.

"I think you should know what the principle of equivalent exchange is."

Lin Yue said: "Of course, everything must be in accordance with the standards of the Price Bureau and cannot be too outrageous."

Jim Carrey said: "As long as you understand."

"I'm not interested in insurance." Lin Yue nodded at his desk: "At 12 noon the day after tomorrow, I will spend all one billion yuan on time."

After saying this, he dragged Wang Duoyu away, leaving Mr. Yin, Mr. Lai and Jim Carrey staring with big eyes.

…

Game deadline morning.

Jim Carrey came to Xihong Hotel accompanied by Xia Zhu.

Mr. Lai and Mr. Yin also arrived with Shasha.

It was Lin Yue who called them here to witness the "feat" of spending one billion yuan in one day.

There is a long dining table in the middle of the hall. The musician sits in front of the piano and touches the keys with his fingers, playing a beautiful melody. The mustachioed manager puts his left hand behind his back and leads people to stand on both sides.

The players of the Daxiang team and the staff of the investment company were lined up around the long table, quietly waiting for the arrival of Lin Yue and Wang Duoyu.

Mr. Yin and Mr. Lai sat down on the sofa next to them.

"I heard that Wang Youdao only did one thing yesterday, which was to move money. He moved all the billions in cash in the bank vault here."

"Isn't he going to burn the money? If the government finds out, he will be imprisoned for many years."

"I don't think so."

"Then he wants to eat up one billion yuan in one meal? He will suffer from indigestion."

The two of them are imitating the question and answer show hosted by TW's second-rate variety show host.

Shasha looked at the long table and the more than 30 people around it and said: "I'm very curious about what he would treat these people to. I've calculated that if he only eats the world's top white truffles, a meal will not cost a billion."

RMB.”

While the three of them were talking, Lin Yue in suits and leather shoes and Wang Duoyu, who was radiant, walked down from the second floor.

The players and staff on the left and right sides of the long table shouted in unison:

"Hello, Mr. Wang."

"Hello, Mr. Wang."

"Hello everyone." Wang Duoyu pressed his hands towards them: "The person who invited you to dinner today is Director Wang, not me."

Yesterday he looked grief-stricken, but today he seemed fine. Jim Carrey was amazed to see it.

Xia Zhu walked up to Lin Yue: "Wang Youdao, what kind of medicine are you selling in your gourd? How could you spend one billion in one day?"

Lin Yue smiled and said, "Are you not angry with me anymore?"

Xia Zhu said: "Huh, I'm very angry, but I'm more curious."

Lin Yue pinched his fair, smooth and shiny face: "You will know later."

"Wang Youdao, I warn you, don't touch me." Xia Zhu snorted coldly, turned around and left.

Wang Duoyu patted him on the shoulder and said sympathetically: "I suddenly feel that Ai Qing is pretty good, except that she is a bit too clingy."

Lin Yue ignored him, raised his wrist and looked at his watch, frowning slightly.

When he looked at the door, there was a commotion in the square in front of the hotel, and a motorcade could be vaguely seen driving in from outside.

"People are coming."

Lin Yue looked back at Jim Carrey, who was sitting on the single sofa, and walked towards the door with Wang Duoyu.

In just half a minute, a figure flashed at the door, and a foreigner with a big belly walked into the hall. Judging from his face and skin, he looked like he was from Latin America.

"Hello, Mr. Muskie, welcome to China."

Lin Yue walked over, shook hands with him, made a brief introduction, and invited Muskie to sit down.

"Let me introduce to you, Mr. Muskie is from Venezuela and is a popular figure around the president. When he came to our Xihong City this time, he not only brought Venezuelan specialties, but also the chef of the presidential palace. Today

Everyone has had their oral meal at noon, come on, everyone applauds to welcome Mr. Muskie and his companions."

Wow~

A burst of warm applause broke out.

Masky smiled and waved to the people present, and sat down in the seat arranged for him by Lin Yue.

Mr. Lai and Mr. Yin looked at each other.

What's going on?

"Venezuela?" Sasha suddenly woke up: "Is it that South American country rich in beauties?"

For Mr. Lai and Mr. Yin, beauty is not the focus, and oil is not the focus, the focus is currency!

At this time Lin Yue clapped his hands.

The hotel waiters filed out of the kitchen, bringing plates of appetizers and placing them on the long table covered with white cloth.

Lin Yue picked up a banana from the fruit plate.

"Do you know how much this banana is worth in Venezuela?" He stretched out his hands: "Ten dollars? No; a hundred dollars? No; a thousand dollars, no; this banana is carefully selected to be supplied to the Presidential Palace.

Worth a hundred thousand bolivars.”

"According to the current foreign exchange rate, one US dollar is exchanged for nine bolivars, and one bolivar is equivalent to about 80 cents of RMB. In other words, this Venezuelan banana is worth 80,000 RMB."

Everyone was stunned.

Are these bananas grown in the fucking peach orchard? 80,000 yuan per banana, what the hell are you talking about?

The waiter did not pause because of his words or the guest's shock, and brought red wine, steak, lobster, black pepper meat, aliaka, beef trotters, fish fillets, grilled clams and other foods to the table in sequence.

"The ingredients of the Presidential Palace, the chef of the Presidential Palace, the budget of this meal is... one billion."

Crazy.

Crazy.

Wang Youdao is crazier than his brother. One meal costs one billion?

At this time Muskie stood up and said something.

No one understands it, but there is a translator.

"Mr. Muskie said that on behalf of the president and the Venezuelan people, he would like to thank Mr. Wang for his generosity and kindness."

Logically speaking, people should be clapping at this time, but only Lin Yue and Wang Duoyu were clapping. The others had helpless expressions on their faces, and it felt like the knives and forks in their hands weighed dozens of kilograms.

Can you not be so fucking grateful?

Exchange one billion yuan for more than one billion bolivars, and then send people away with a table of food. How much was Venezuela's GDP last year? 2 billion U.S. dollars? The cost of a meal is equivalent to 5% of a country's GDP.

This is no longer charity, this is about saving all sentient beings.

They really wanted to shoot Wang Youdao to death.

Ten kings have many fish, but none of them has the right to play the harp.

Wang Youdao, he is such a prodigal man that he lost a billion yuan in one day.

Jim Carrey hates toothache, and his gums make a loud noise.

Xia Zhu leaned on the sofa and covered her head and face with the pillow used to support her waist.

She had known that this guy was going crazy even more than Wang Duoyu, but she never thought that he was so good at playing. The most expensive lunch in the world? Lafitte? Please stand aside.

Mr. Lai jumped up from the sofa, walked up to Jim Carrey and said angrily: "He fouled, he fouled, he is doing charity."

Mr. Yin also helped: "One billion for a meal, this is the funniest lunch in the world. He violates the principle of equivalent exchange. As the supervisor, you should immediately disqualify him from the game."

Lin Yue confessed to Masky and walked to the three of them: "Mr. Yin, Mr. Lai, you said I committed a foul, where is the evidence?"

"Do you still need evidence?" Mr. Yin pointed to the diners on both sides of the long table and said, "Go and ask them if they are doing charity?"

Lin Yue said: "I have to talk to you about this."
Chapter completed!