After scaring Liu Mingcheng away, Hong Dali followed Ji Zhiruo towards the class. On the way, Hong Dali casually put the bank card with more than 500,000 yuan in it into Ji Zhiruo's hand and said with a smile: "I'll give you the money.
Thank you so much for speaking for me just now."
Ji Zhiruo's family can be considered a multi-millionaire, otherwise how could she study in the most expensive private school in Beijing? However, although her family's financial situation is also good, it is obviously not good enough compared with Hong Dali's.
More than five hundred thousand was not a small amount for her. The girl's face turned red with fright, and she said anxiously: "Master Dali, I can't accept this money!"
"Just accept it if you are told. There is so much nonsense." Hong Dali doesn't care about that much. More than half a million is an astronomical figure in the eyes of others, but to him it is actually just a day's pocket change. Of course, his main purpose is
There is still something that needs Ji Zhiruo's help: "By the way, can you drive? Liu Mingcheng's car will be driven to the school gate for me after school is over at noon. Then I will ask my losers to put the loot away."
Liu Mingcheng handed over the car keys.
"Well, then..." Although Ji Zhiruo didn't want to accept the money, she didn't dare to disobey Hong Dali's order, so she had to accept it uneasily, and then asked in a low voice: "Master Dali, did you really not do anything just now?"
Something?"
"It's okay, what can happen to me?" Now Hong Dali's health status has reached 45 points. Although it is still much worse than the average person, he just fell deliberately and was prepared, so there will be no problem.
No.
As the two of them walked, Hong Dali occasionally secretly observed Ji Zhiruo.
This little girl is far less beautiful than her fiancée Tang Muxin, and she is only in the middle of the pack compared to Ling Xiaoyi, but she is more gentle and responsible. It is a good thing to have such a classmate.
Of course, the most important thing is that if you want to understand the class you are in, it will be twice the result with half the effort if you have such a little girl to help you.
Soon, the two of them arrived at the door of Class 2, Class 14, the death class where Hong Dali was. Far away, Hong Dali heard deafening noises coming from the classroom. Of course, these were nothing, what really caught his attention
, but he actually saw Tang Muxin waiting at the door of the classroom.
"You go in first, and help me bring my schoolbag in." Although Hong Dali didn't know which seat he was in, he was quick-witted and put his schoolbag directly into Ji Zhiruo's hand. After a while, he entered the classroom, and his schoolbag was there.
Naturally, your seat is right there, it's very simple.
"Well, okay, I'll go in first." Ji Zhiruo took Hong Dali's pure crocodile leather schoolbag worth tens of thousands of yuan and said, "Master Dali, be careful. There are a lot of messy things on the ground in the classroom, so don't
It fell."
"Okay, I understand." After sending Ji Zhiruo away, Hong Dali walked up to Tang Muxin and asked strangely: "You came here to find me?"
Tang Muxin looked Hong Dali up and down, and her tone was unusually gentle: "Dali, I just heard from my classmate that you fell. I was a little anxious, so I came to take a look. Are you okay?"
Looked carefully up, down, left and right.
"Ah, it's okay." Hong Dali was quite surprised by Tang Muxin's words: "But haven't you always disliked me? Why did you come to me so proactively today?"
This girl has always been very concerned about her status as a prodigal son, and she rarely looks kind to her. The fact that she came here to care about him today was beyond Hong Dali's expectation.
Seeing that there was no one around, Tang Muxin blushed and whispered: "Who... who took the initiative? I just thought... no matter what, I am your fiancée now, and you have always been weak. I am afraid that you will be hurt...
…”
This little girl has a conscience. In fact, Tang Muxin doesn't have a good attitude towards her, and Hong Dali really doesn't blame her at all.
She is a prodigal, but Tang Muxin is a beautiful girl who is outstanding in both morals and studies. It is completely reasonable that she does not like her. If she rushes to marry him, it means that she worships money.
There is a problem with character.
So Hong Dali had never been angry with her sincerely. When he heard her say this, Hong Dali also had a rare gentle tone: "Thank you in advance. I'm fine. Don't worry. I'm in a very good condition now.
"As a result, before he could even say a few words, his tone changed instantly: "By the way, I asked Xiaoyi to get some dogs. Come with me to see them tonight? There are Tibetan Mastiffs, Chow Chows, Huskies, and Samoyeds, I guess.
I can have a few hundred. I plan to spend more money this evening. If the house is not enough, I will buy another one hundred and eighty units."
"You... you know how to waste money and lose money!" Tang Muxin's pretty face flushed with anger: "Ignore you, you have taken over so many houses in that shabby place just to raise dogs, it's really irritating!"
"Eh? It's not that serious, right? After all, it's our house in Tianjing City, the capital. If I buy some fixed real estate, it can only be regarded as a small waste. Why are you reacting so fiercely?" Hong Dali couldn't help but want to break up with her.
La: "I still feel like a small defeat!"
"Go and prodigal, I'm going back to class!" Tang Muxin snorted, her pink and rosy mouth raised high, she turned around and ran away.
"Is it that scary?" Hong Dali sniffed: "Forget it, go back to class first. I got up so early today, so I have to catch up on my sleep."
…
At the same time, Tianjing Municipal Government Building, 12th floor, mayor's office.
"Mayor Jiang, I'm disturbing you so early. I'm not delaying anything, right?" Hong Dali's father, Hong Weiguo, leaned on the back of the sofa in the office and smiled at Mayor Jiang, who was writing at his desk.
Mayor Jiang is about fifty years old. He has a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He looks similar to Zhu Shimao, Hong Dali’s sketch actor when he was on Earth. They are both the type who look good at first glance. I don’t know what is being written at this time.
, he wrote like a fly, but he replied: "Old Hong, please stop joking. What kind of relationship between us do we need such politeness? But I am also quite curious, what's the reason for you coming to my place?"
?”
Hong Weiguo took a sip of tea, and when Mayor Jiang's secretary left and only he and Mayor Jiang were left in the entire office, he said, "Actually, it all started because of my prodigal son."
"Your family is Dali?" Mayor Jiang frowned and asked in confusion: "Did something happen to him? But that's not right. It doesn't look like it from your expression. But under normal circumstances, you should pay him back if he spends some money to make a fortune.
You won’t take it seriously, right?”
"I don't pay attention to normal things, but this time it's different." Hong Weiguo said slowly: "I don't know why this prodigal boy got so crazy last night. He actually bought some real estate at Tuberose in West Fourth Ring Road.
, said he wanted to raise a dog.”
"Buying a house vigorously and raising a dog?" Jiang Chang stopped writing in shock: "How much did you buy?"
"The actual value of the 33 million real estate, excluding the part of his money lost, is about 30 million." Hong Weiguo said helplessly.
"Holy shit!" Mayor Jiang, who had always been steady and calm even if the mountain collapsed in front of him, his face remained unchanged after hearing Hong Weiguo's words, he immediately uttered a classic national curse.
