Pang San thought he was also a gloomy and scheming person, not a reckless man with a stubborn mind, so when he saw someone standing up to prevent his good things, he immediately looked at the person coming.

Well, he is very handsome, tall and handsome. Just based on this point, he is a taboo of Fat Three - Fat Three hates others to be more handsome than himself!

I look like Zhu Bajie, why are you Chow Yun-fat Andy Lau?

Look at the clothes that man was wearing, with white Lifan sneakers under his feet, which was a bargain; his pants were jeans with colored off, which was also a bargain; his upper body was wearing a very simple white T-shirt with the advertisement of "Ericsson". This is not a bargain, it is a free product!

Immediately, Pang San felt at ease - this was a poor guy!

Fat San snorted coldly, making a gesture of laughing without anger, waiting for the other party's reaction.

Looking at the young man again, I saw that Pang San "smile but laughed", but there seemed to be no feeling at all - I just calmly swept the tip of my eyebrows with my left finger, and then looked at Pang San without saying a word.

Fat Three: “…”

He was waiting for the other party to ask "why are you laughing at", and then Fat San would answer with great momentum, "I laughed at you too naively." But the other party didn't say anything.

This script is wrong.

Fat San just kept acting on his own, laughed a few times, restrained his expression, and became fierce: "Which green onion are you? I haven't seen the situation clearly yet, and I dare to ask for a bicycle!"

Young man: "Oh, my name is Song Zhichao."

Fat Three: “…”

Is this mentally retarded?

Why not on the channel?

"What do I mean by your name? I ask if you are his accomplice?" Pang San pointed angrily at Nie Weidong who was kneeling on the ground by his subordinates.

Song Zhichao looked at Nie Weidong and then looked at Fat San: "No."

Fat Three: "Since it's not, then don't meddle in other people's business! Get out of here!"

Pang San felt that he was kind enough and said so much to this lunatic.

Song Zhichao: "Who compensates me for my bicycle?"

Fat Three: “…”

My mind was twitching - it was now, and I was talking ruthlessly enough. Do you still want a bicycle? What kind of bicycle do you want? Why don’t you run away quickly!

Fat San was furious. He felt that he had been teased or teased.

Just when Pang San was about to get angry, Long Jianfei, who had been watching the show next to him, smiled. He pushed Pang San away, stood in front of Song Zhichao, and joked: "You are very interesting."

Song Zhichao looked at him and smiled: "Is that true?"

"You want a bicycle, do you?"

"Yes."

"How much does your bicycle cost? One hundred and five, or two hundred? Otherwise..." Long Jianfei said, took out his crocodile wallet from his arms, pulled out three hundred dollars from it, shook it at Song Zhichao, and then in front of Song Zhichao, he let go of his hand from the air, and three hundred yuan bills fell to the ground.

"Take it away for three hundred yuan, get out!" Long Jianfei said contemptuously to Song Zhichao, his tone as if he was giving a beggar, and his attitude was more like giving alms.

The people around you could see clearly and began to talk—

"Wow, this young master Long is really rich!"

"This broken bicycle costs about one hundred yuan at the top, but it actually costs three hundred yuan!"

"Yes, this is my two-month salary."

Faced with so much money, if it were ordinary people, they would probably not be able to withstand it. After all, in this era when the average salary is only about one hundred yuan, 300 yuan is definitely a big deal.

Long Jianfei was very contemptuous. In his eyes, his favorite thing was to use money to smash people, and then he saw those smashed guys crawling at his feet like beggars, bent over to pick up money.

As Long Jianfei's girlfriend, Deng Caidie also felt very happy. Long Jianfei used money to smash people, which shows that he was very powerful. Women like to rely on powerful men the most. Moreover, when she looked at the ants she was smashed by money, she also found it very interesting - the weak are only worthy of eating dirt!

Fat San couldn't help but admire Long Jianfei for his skills. This was the demeanor of the young master. Look, he could kill someone with just three hundred yuan, making the other party look like a beggar! Damn, it's so satisfying!

At this moment, whether it was Long Jianfei, Deng Caidie, or Pang San, the group of people were waiting with pride to see Song Zhichao look ugly, crawling on the ground, like kowtowing them, to pick up the falling three hundred yuan.

But--

Song Zhichao glanced at the three hundred yuan, and said to Long Jianfei calmly and seriously, "I don't lack money."

Long Jianfei: "..."

Deng Caidie: "..."

And Pang San and others: "…”

Liar! It's definitely lies!

Where is there anyone in this world who is not short of money?

Long Jianfei believes that he has a wealth of wealth, but sometimes he also feels that he is short of money, especially when trading stocks, the more money it is, the better.

But now, this bastard actually said that he is not short of money? Are you talking nonsense and lying to others in front of everyone? How can people be so shameless!

Long Jianfei laughed instead of anger—

When Fat San saw Long Jianfei's expression, he felt that he had done the "not angry but laughing" just now, his eyes were not fierce enough, and his attitude was not gloomy enough. He had to learn more, his temperament should not be superficial, and bad people were not that easy to do.

Long Jianfei pointed at the money on the ground, looked at Song Zhichao evilly, and said in a gloomy tone: "Do you think there is little?"

Song Zhichao answered very seriously: "I don't short of money."

Day, the same sentence.

Long Jianfei: "..."

"If you think it's too little, I'll give you a few more pictures. Young Master, I have money!" After saying that, Long Jianfei took out his wallet again, pulled out a stack of money from it, and flew towards Song Zhichao's face: "One, two, three, four, five - enough!"

Everyone around was watching the fun, and there was a silence.

Five hundred yuan, plus the previous three hundred yuan-eight hundred!

Eight hundred to change to a bicycle?

Being rich means being willful.

Everyone was silent, only the tape stall on the street sang loudly: "Do you know, do you know, the flowers I'm waiting for have also faded..." It was the new song of the king Jacky Cheung this year, affectionate and touching.

...

There was a brand new eight hundred yuan sprinkled on the ground.

In this era, ten yuan bills were generally circulated on the market, and hundreds of yuan bills were rare. Therefore, these eight hundred yuan was enough to make people shine.

At this moment, facing the 800 yuan spilled on the ground, Song Zhichao smiled, and then he bent down.

People around me sighed, but after all, I still couldn't help it. It's up to young people to love money.

Yes, who is not moved by so much money?

Eight hundred yuan, but many people have more than half a year’s salary.

Long Jianfei looked at Song Zhichao who was bent down to pick up money with contempt. He thought to himself that he still won, and it would be great to use money to smash people. He didn't let this guy surrender just now, but he just threw less. He thought it was a hard bone, but he didn't expect it to be a cartilage cat. As long as he gave more, he would be extremely despicable.

Deng Caidie looked at Song Zhichao who bent down to pick up money, and her red lips were slim on her face. She saw that Song Zhichao was pretty and was a pretty little white face. When Song Zhichao didn't have 300 yuan, Deng Caidie still had some eyes shining, thinking that this young man was quite arrogant, but now - it turned out to be a greedy ghost!

Fat Sanze looked at Song Zhichao who bent down to pick up money. He wanted to go up and kick him to the ground - show off, let you show off just now! It turned out that it was not a proud person, but because you gave less money!

Fuck, Fatty hates you the most poor guy!

Nie Weidong, who was pressed to the ground, also looked at Song Zhichao bent down to pick up money. Before, he saw Song Zhichao standing up to help him, and he was still grateful. Seeing that he was not moved by the money, gratitude turned into admiration, but now-

It turns out that people are really small, and the so-called high-end does not exist at all. They are vulnerable in the face of money and interests!

despise!

Many people despise Song Zhichao!
Chapter completed!