Chapter 118: Just one or two more times than you are mad at you bastard!
When the beauty was hugged back, the two perverts carried her for the little fairy.
"Whoever has more money will get the beauty today, you damn fat man, you dare to rob me from me!" A man with dark skin and thin body stepped on the stool and pointed at the nose of the pig-headed young man opposite, with very arrogance.
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This Mr. Huang was not a good person either. When he saw that the thin man was standing taller than him, he immediately jumped onto the table, lowered his head and cursed with disdain: "You damn sausage face, you don't do that either."
Go and find out, my father is the richest man here, don’t be arrogant with me here, believe it or not, I will break your dog legs!”
One is fat and the other is thin, one is tall and the other is short, standing on the table with their eyes glaring like cocks, refusing to let anyone in. Qian Duoduo opened his mouth wide and sneered: "The richest man here is nothing.
What are you pretending to be worth 2,500,000 to 80,000!"
The thin man didn't want to hear this. He blinked his little eyes and hummed: "What's so great about being the richest man? My father is the Minister of Etiquette. I can steal your house with just one piece of paper!"
Well, we were just fighting for the rich, and now we are fighting for the father. But Mr. Huang didn’t buy it at all. He took out a stack of banknotes from his arms and shouted: "I paid ten thousand taels, and today I’ve got Xiaofengxian."
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"Ten thousand taels?" The audience was in an uproar, and they were embarrassed by how much money they had. When they sold Sima Xuanyuan's Brokeback Mountain to Zhaoyang, it was only ten thousand taels. Hey, in this day and age, even the world's richest people are worth as much.
The prince is here.
However, the front court became more and more noisy and lively.
The thin man showed off his power: "My offer of ten thousand and one tael is one tael more than yours. I'll piss you off, you bastard!"
The pig-headed man was also angry and slapped his belly: "What, you dare to get one tael more than me, I have ten thousand and two taels!"
"I'm ten thousand and three!"
"I am ten thousand and four!"
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Qian Duoduo was so close that her ears were almost calloused. She was lying behind the curtain, dragging her chin helplessly with one hand. Is there such a one-two-one-two price increase? Is the show going to be over tonight?
"I, I am eleven hundred and eleven taels!" Mr. Huang continued, but the thin man finally became anxious and stretched out his hand to punch the pig-headed man in the face. With a 'pop', the pig-headed man rolled away from the table.
He came down, covered his panda eyes and howled: "Damn sausage, how dare you hit me!"
The thin man dug his waist in frustration, pulled Xiao Fengxian to his side, and roared menacingly: "I'm going to beat you, what do you do to me!"
The fat man got angry, so he rushed over and the two of them started fighting. They hugged each other and rolled around on the ground. Some of the people around him hid far away, and some waved flags and shouted to watch the show. The whole Yihongyuan was disturbed.
It was a smoky and messy place, and the guests left one after another.
"Oh, my God, why are we fighting? Stop fighting, stop fighting!" The old madam felt sorry for her newly renovated store, so she anxiously called for someone to come up and pull the two of them apart.
Immediately afterwards, I saw two people beating cattle across the mountain and starting to throw things and hit people. The anxious old madam raised her neck and shouted: "The store has been smashed! Hurry up and call the official!"
After a while, the local officials rushed over. Seeing that they couldn't afford to offend them, they turned around and ran away. In the end, the newly renovated Yihongyuan was still in a mess.
The old madam, with her messy bun on top of her head and the chicken feathers that were tilted to one side, was making calculations. After that, she roared without tears: "Ah, my Yihongyuan doesn't make enough money."