Xiao Huanhuan was relieved, and she didn't ask who Jiang Yifan had just texted. In short, she firmly believed that these three swindlers would definitely not end well when they met Demon Jiang.
About twenty minutes later, when Xiao Huanhuan had eaten and drank enough, a young man walked into the store carrying a black bag. His eyes lit up when he saw Jiang Yifan, and he walked quickly to Jiang Yifan without saying much, and put the black bag in his hand.
The bag was placed in front of Jiang Yifan respectfully, and he exited respectfully.
Jiang Yifan opened the bag unhurriedly. Inside the bag were neatly stacked hundred-yuan bills. He raised his eyes, his lazy eyes bright and careless, but at the same time the three swindlers' hearts trembled and their spines trembled.
My palms became sweaty for no apparent reason.
Jiang Yifan smiled, covered his eyes, and patted the money on the table, "Here's 150,000. I'm not greedy. I'll be fine if I can make 50,000. I'll give you some points for the rest."
"Ha! Young man, you are so refreshing. When they meet you, they meet a noble person!" The beer-bellied tycoon smiled happily and winked at the man with glasses and the strong black man, "You still don't have it!"
"Wait a minute!" Jiang Yifan smiled calmly again, "This 150,000 is mine, so it is up to me to decide how to divide the 150,000."
"Okay, you're right. This money is yours. You tell them how to divide it." The beer-bellied tycoon thought Jiang Yifan thought his division was unfair and wanted to fight against injustice.
, agreed happily, they are in the same group anyway, no matter how Jiang Yifan divides the money, it will be divided equally among the three of them after leaving here.
"Well, okay," Jiang Yifan lazily raised his eyes and looked at the man with glasses and the muscular man, "Let's fight between you two. The winner will be divided into 100,000 yuan and the loser will be divided into 50,000 yuan."
"..."
The man with glasses and the burly black man are a bit silly.
The beer-bellied tycoon reacted quickly, thinking that Jiang Yifan was the kind of rich young man who liked to eat, drink, have fun and spend money on nothing, so he let them fight, just like fighting cocks and crickets, for fun, and winked at the two of them, "Let's
If you want to fight, just fight, and the winner will get a hundred thousand points, so you won’t suffer any loss!"
"But if you look at me like this, how can I beat him?" The man with glasses said sadly.
That's right, the burly dark man has a lot of flesh all over his body, while the man with glasses is as thin as a bamboo pole, with only a few ounces of flesh all over his body. They are really not on the same level.
"That's it..." Jiang Yifan pondered for a moment, his eyes falling on the beer-bellied rich man, "In this case, you help him, you two work together, if you win, I will give you another 30,000, and I will make 20,000."
Already."
People die for money, and birds die for food.
When the beer-bellied rich man heard that Jiang Yifan had added another 30,000 yuan, his blood boiled and he rolled up his sleeves, "Okay, I'll help him. Who made me meet him? Meeting is fate. Today I will be a good person and do my best to the end."
Jiang Yifan responded calmly, "Well, then you three go out and fight. Fight here. Don't break the boss's things."
"What about you?" the beer-bellied tycoon asked after rolling up his sleeves.
"I'm here to watch with my wife," Jiang Yifan lazily hugged Xiao Huanhuan's shoulders with one hand and knocked on the table with the other, "and keep an eye on the money by the way."
"Okay, let's go out and fight!" The beer-bellied rich man waved his hand, and the man with glasses and the burly black man followed behind him.
After all, he wasn't stupid enough. Before he left, he winked at the two bodyguard-like men behind him, telling them to keep an eye on Jiang Yifan and the money he had - just in case when they were fighting, Jiang Yifan took the money and ran away.
