Hearing this number, everyone in the fan group took a breath, and even the young man lying on the ground seemed to feel less pain in an instant.
"Are you sure you haven't finished laughing?" After the group leader came to his senses, he looked at Yang Bei with a frown. He really couldn't see through Yang Bei's path.
Could it be that their incomparable acting skills really moved Yang Bei?
"No, I'm very serious!" Yang Bei said.
"If you ask me to say that I will get at least 80% of the two million, after all, I have the greatest contribution." The young man suddenly jumped up, as if he couldn't feel the pain at all.
Part of this was not entirely due to the power of money, but actually to the fact that he suddenly no longer felt any pain.
But when he thought of the pain just now, he shuddered a little and never wanted to experience it again in his life.
"80%, thank you for what you said. What credit do you have? Isn't it just rolling on the ground? Who can't do it? We have the greatest credit. If we hadn't been insinuating, would he be willing to pay so much money?" Others were immediately dissatisfied.
explain.
"Who told you to talk too much? Without you, he would still be willing to pay so much money. I almost died just now, but you still have the mind to make fun of me." The young man sneered.
"It's funny. Who doesn't know you're acting? You still have the nerve to say you're dead."
"That's right, those who don't know better think they are killing pigs."
Everyone was talking in gibberish, seemingly unaware that they had been exposed.
"You don't want to act anymore, right?" An Beibei rolled her eyes.
Seemingly realizing that they had said the wrong thing, those people glanced at Yang Bei secretly and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Yang Bei had no reaction.
However, due to allocation reasons, they could not reach a consensus.
The group leader feels that he is the organizer and scores more points, and the young people feel that they have made a greater contribution...
All in all, everyone wanted to get more points, and eventually they even started to expose each other's shortcomings and attack each other.
"Fuck, who are you scolding?"
"Why are you scolding you? Aren't you just a driver? You drive the boss's car and show off, pretending that no one knows."
The verbal conflict intensified and soon turned into a physical conflict.
Yang Bei and An Beibei seemed to be outsiders, eating silently beside them.
Money is indeed a very scary thing, and it can easily make people get lost. People who were friendly to each other before suddenly become enemies at the first sight, and they are the kind of sworn enemies.
"I said the money hasn't been transferred yet. Isn't it inappropriate for you to fight now?" Yang Bei said jokingly when he saw that the other party was about to start a fight.
"That's right!" Everyone was stunned for a while, and then they realized this serious problem.
"Boy, you won't regret it, will you?" the group leader said, winking at the young man, telling him that if Yang Bei wanted to regret it, he would immediately lie on the ground and pretend to be dead.
"Fuck, now you know that my contribution is great." The young man sneered in his heart. Without him, no one would get a penny.
"Of course not. I didn't expect that your relationship would be so good. You almost got into a fight over who could pay more. It's so touching." Yang Bei said.
"What do you mean?" Everyone was startled. They wanted to get more, not to think of more.
"Didn't I make it clear enough? Just give me two million and forget about it." Yang Bei said with a smile.
"Why do you mean we will give you two million? Why don't you kid me, you are giving us money?" Everyone's expressions darkened. After a long time, it turned out that they had misunderstood?
"Nonsense, of course you gave me the money." Yang Bei said calmly, as if that was what happened.
"Why did they give us money?" Anbeibei couldn't help but ask.
"It's not us, it's me. Please tell the difference clearly. Don't do anything just to get a piece of the pie." Yang Bei said angrily. An Beibei's wishful thinking was too good.
"Okay, it's for you, but why?" An Beibei said angrily. Yang Bei always paid attention to such strange things. She just said it casually. After all, she and Yang Bei were indeed
It's a group.
"Yes, why?" people in the fan group asked. Even Anbeibei couldn't understand, and they were even more confused.
"First of all, I am a doctor. It is important to remember this. Then he was sick and needed treatment. I treated him just now. I am a famous doctor, and my charge of two million from you is not too much." Yang Bei said calmly.
"Fuck, what the hell are you treating me for?" the young man cursed angrily. Even if he was really sick, it wouldn't cost two million to go to the largest hospital.
"It's your bad mouth. To put it bluntly, you have no quality or moral integrity. This is a disease and it needs to be treated." Yang Bei said seriously that this disease is very common, but it is not that easy to treat.
"I just don't have the quality, so what?" The young man sneered: "I want to get labor money, but I want to eat shit."
The pain just now was indeed sudden, but he didn't think it was Yang Bei's fault. He would have to find a hospital for a thorough examination later.
"It seems that the treatment is not thorough enough." Yang Bei shook his head and took a step forward.
"Why, if you want to take action, you should think carefully. There are so many of us. Each of us can drown you with just a drop of spit."
The leader of the group waved his hand, and everyone immediately gathered around, looking at Yang Bei eagerly.
They were quarrelsome before, but now they are united again.
"Tch, if you still want to show off in front of women, go to the next life." The young man looked at Yang Bei with disdain, and said two million, which was clearly just showing off.
How dare you play tricks on them? Do you really think that everyone in this group of 500 people is weak?
"What do you want?" An Beibei sneered. These people are really interesting. They obviously want to make trouble, but now they are still talking about it.
"Didn't I say that he is sick and needs treatment?" Yang Bei said calmly.
"Fuck, I think you are so sick. Others have money to show off, but you show off even if you don't have money. You still need two million. Have you ever seen two million?" the group leader sneered. They were just now.
It was such a joke that even his authority as the leader of the penguin group was provoked, "Forget it, kneel down and beg for mercy immediately, otherwise you will have to walk around without food."
"It seems that all of you are sick. Is it the Internet celebrity named Xin'er who asked you to come?" Yang Bei shook his head. He is now an adult. Can you use your own judgment? An Internet celebrity can take care of you.
They were so confused that they were dizzy.
"Fuck, where did all this nonsense come from? It's a matter between us now!" the group leader shouted angrily.
"You are also ill and need treatment." Yang Bei said, reaching out and patting the group leader on the shoulder.
"What are you doing?" The group leader was startled, thinking that Yang Bei was really going to take action, but when he found out that he was just tapped on the shoulder, he came back to his senses instantly.
He was actually frightened by Yang Bei just now, which was too embarrassing.
But the next second, he suddenly screamed and fell to the ground and struggled in pain.
"Hey, why are you still doing this?" An Beibei was dumbfounded.