Chapter 7 The Prodigal Must Have the Style of a Prodigal
After Hong Dali selected the candidate, the other people who were not selected suddenly sighed and secretly blamed their parents for not giving them a good skin to be used as a scoundrel. It is really unreasonable!
How else can we say that looks are very important? If a woman is not good-looking and a man is not vicious, there is no chance of being a loser. As for those who are not smart, they cannot be a loser. Look at how these people have changed the name.
Being quick and decisive enough can make the master happy, right?
At this time, Hong Dali was very happy: "Well, not bad, I have a good eye. Driver, where is the driver?"
Driver: "My subordinate is here."
Hong Dali: "One, two, three...six, seven, eighty-nine...six women and three men, give them three cars. They want good cars, the kind that will make people blind when they go out! The men will be the drivers, and the women will sit behind them."
, this is how you feel when you go out in style."
"..." The driver wiped his sweat fiercely: "Okay, I will make arrangements right now!" He said and quickly went out to make a phone call.
The hearts of the six women and three men who were selected suddenly started beating wildly. Looking at Hong Dali, they looked like devout believers worshiping the gods.
As for the other people who were not selected, they all beat their chests and sighed, sighing that God has no eyes.
"Okay, come here!" Hong Dali pointed at the most beautiful girl among the nine bastards, who was about 22 or 23 years old, and said, "Pour me and my wife a drink," and pointed again.
Tang Muxin said to the remaining people: "Have you seen her? She will be your mistress from now on! Her words are my words! No objections are allowed, do you understand?"
The remaining eight losers immediately nodded and bowed to Tang Muxin: "Hello, mistress! Thank you for your hard work, mistress!"
Tang Muxin's pretty face turned red with anger and she couldn't help but stamp her feet: "Who is your mistress? Only a prodigal like him can do such a thing, don't hold me back!"
Eight henchmen: "Yes, I will follow the teachings of my mistress!"
"I told you I'm not the mistress!" Tang Muxin had the desire to collapse. Today, she accompanied Hong Dali to go out and spend money. This decision was really the most wrong, the most wrong! I think she is also a smart girl with beautiful eyes.
But for some reason, when I was around Hong Dali, there were signs of a sharp decline in IQ.
Tang Muxin was really scared that she would develop Alzheimer's disease if she stayed like this.
Hong Dali didn't care. He snapped his fingers and a man knelt down and licked his legs: "What do you want me to do, young master?"
Hong Dali was very satisfied with his reaction and threw the bank card directly to him: "Go and ask the manager to swipe the card. Each of you will receive 5,000 service fees. By the way, calculate how much you will spend tonight."
For this meeting, I was given 5,000 service fees, which is equivalent to private money! The eight scoundrels immediately expressed their gratitude: "Thank you so much, young master! Young master, for thousands of years, you will enjoy immortal blessings forever, and live as long as heaven!"
Well, my physical fitness is not that good. These words are the most comfortable to hear. Hong Dali laughed loudly: "It's easy to talk and do things quickly. Let's walk and sit over there. Well, by the way, where are the lights? Where is the music?"
Come up, come up! Yes, yes, that singer, what about you, what are you staring at? Hurry up and sing, your tip is indispensable."
What is a rich man? What is a prodigal son who spends his life without blinking an eye? This is it!
What’s the point of sleeping until you wake up naturally, counting money until your hands cramp? This kind of feeling of spending money with your eyes open is the most satisfying, isn’t it?!
As soon as he heard this scapegoat who came from nowhere say that consumption is indispensable, what is the singer waiting for? He started howling at the top of his lungs. Hong Dali couldn't help it after hearing only two sentences: "Do you dare to change to a better song?
?I can’t even drink water if I keep singing like this!”
"Yes, yes, yes," the singer hurriedly changed the song in fear, but the song he changed still couldn't reach Hong Dali's ears. Hong Dali was about to ask him to change again, but suddenly there was something in his heart, and he thought to himself: "Ordinarily, I told him to give him a tip.
No matter how stupid he is, he should know how to change his singing skills. But he came up with such an ugly song, and other people seem to like it. So, is it possible that all the songs in this world are songs like "Tears Behind Bars"?
Is it normal to sing? Waller mows the grass, I can’t live this life..."
Before Hong Dali traveled through time, he loved listening to music the most, because it was one of the few things he could do to relax without spending money. The feeling of reading a novel with headphones on was simply unbelievable. If this world
The songs are all about this kind of virtue... Listening to "Tears Behind Bars" can only make your originally good mood suddenly become depressed, right?!
"Young Master, Young Master, Madam, the drinks are here." Just as she was thinking of this, the most beautiful maid, one of the Nine Dog Legs, held a high-end and high-grade silver tray in her hand, with two shining purple lights in it.
There is an unknown liquid in the glass. It smells like jasmine and looks very good. It is worth mentioning that this maid is really clever. After a while,
She has put on a maid outfit, look at her long straight black hair, look at her waist that won’t win a hand, look at her thighs tightly hugged by black silk stockings, look at her rosy little mouth, look at her pouty hair
With his big eyes, look at the two rabbit ears on the top of his head and the white pom-poms on his butt...
Hong Dali barely managed to spit out his nosebleed. He was stunned for a while before he remembered to take the drink. At the same time, he did not forget to hold out his thumb: "I want it, I want it. It's so good. Beauty, what's your name?"
Name, how old are you this year?"
"My name is Ling Xiaoyi, I am twenty-two years old this year." When Hong Dali asked, the girl quickly answered.
"That's right, watch the reward!" Hong Dali ordered the other losers around him: "See it or not, learn from it. To be a loser, you have to have the consciousness of being a loser! Remember, I will give Xiaoyi five thousand
A piece of pocket money."
"Yes, yes!" Several losers nodded desperately, and at the same time, they thought to themselves that when they go back, they must try every means to please the young master. As for work - for a young master who can reward five thousand for a casual reward
Being a bitch and having transfer equipment, you still work a shitty job!
Now several people have more or less guessed the identity of this young man. He is definitely the prodigal son of the Hong family who is so prodigal that everyone knows it, Master Hong Dali!
Sure enough, the girl next to him kept humming: "Hong Dali, you prodigal son, do you know how much five thousand yuan is? How can you give so much money for just one move?" At this point, Tang Muxin
He also felt a little aggrieved: "I...my daily pocket money is only five hundred yuan..."
Hong Dali said nothing: "You losers, do you know what to do?"
The other losers were still looking at each other in confusion, but Ling Xiaoyi was the smartest. He respectfully said directly to Tang Muxin: "Since the young master and madam are in a tight situation, I will first honor the young master and madam when you give me the money. Please give me the money."
The young master and his wife will definitely accept it."
Hearing what she said, the other scoundrels immediately screamed and pinched their thighs - he was so stupid that he missed such a good opportunity to show his loyalty...
Sure enough, Hong Dali was quite satisfied with Ling Xiaoyi's performance and laughed loudly: "Well, not bad, not bad! He has some sharp eyesight, and he is a good material for being a bitch!" As he said this, he did not forget to teach the other people a lesson: "You
Look at you guys, you are so stupid that you don’t even know how to cherish such a good opportunity. From now on, you should be smarter, and you should also be very particular about being a bitch - when you come back, give Xiaoyi a five thousand tip, and she will be yours from now on.
Damn it, I won’t just listen to her if something happens, do you understand?”
"Got it!" Several other losers stood at attention with a snap.
Tang Muxin looked on with dejection: "This prodigal son... I, I have really been completely defeated by you..."
At this time, the loser who asked the manager to swipe his card ran back and reported to Hong Dali: "Young Master, tonight's consumption bill has been calculated. So far, the consumption of everyone present, including ours
The tips for several people are currently 73,588 yuan in total.”
"Pfft -" Upon hearing this number, Hong Dali, who was drinking a drink, spit it out in one gulp and asked in surprise: "How many did you say?"
"7... 73,588 yuan." The loser wiped away his cold sweat: "Young Master, is this money... a bit too much?"
"What a fart!" With so many people including all the tips from the prodigal, they only spent a total of 73,588 yuan? Hong Dali quickly pulled up the big prodigal system in his mind, and after taking a look, he suddenly jumped in anger: "Originally
I don’t have much money, and the tip of 50,000 yuan is not included in this, so I must be spending money in the wrong way!”
There is still an hour and a half left, and it still takes 201912 to complete the task! And the tip given is not included!
But with so many people in this nightclub, they only spent a little over 20,000 yuan in total. How long will it take to complete the task?
It was obviously too late to change places now. Hong Dali thought for a while and ordered very decisively: "Notify me, notify the manager, boss, and guests present, and ask them to call me their friends and so on! Tonight
I'll pay for all the expenses, so go!"
"Okay... okay!" The loser wiped his sweat and ran out to report.
Tang Muxin was speechless when she saw this: "This prodigal son will really do anything for the sake of prodigal family. It's impossible not to cancel the marriage!"
Just as he thought of this, the owner of Ye Laixiang Nightclub hurried over and waited in front of Hong Dali. While wiping his sweat, he asked: "Master Dali, if you have time, can you listen to a few words from me?"
Hong Dali leaned on the sofa. Several maids pinched his legs and peeled the fruits. They looked as corrupt as possible. He ate a peeled grape and then hummed:
"What's going on? Didn't you see that this young master is busy?" To be a prodigal, you must have the consciousness of a prodigal. Without this kind of style, you will definitely not be a successful prodigal!
