Bai Yang didn't even look at the constipated expression on the other person's face and reached out to hand over the phone.
Song Daodao answered the phone with a bitter look on his face, and then he kept nodding like a turtle, and then hung up the phone and handed it back to Bai Yang.
"Hey, why are you going?"
Seeing Song Dao standing up to leave with a grimace, Bai Yang asked in confusion.
"Brother, can I call you eldest brother? You've already called Uncle Liu, why don't I just get out of here?"
Song Dao looked at Bai Yang and said angrily.
"Hey? What's going on?"
Scratching his head, Bai Yang didn't understand. What did Liu Qingshan say to Song Yiyi? Moreover, Song Yiyi was also an outstanding second generation, so why did Mao get out so easily?
"Brother, my dear brother, Uncle Liu saved my grandfather's life on the battlefield of March 8th. Why don't I get out even after his words? You are the master, and I can't afford to offend you. Okay, take it."
Chicken feathers serve as arrows, but Uncle Liu is a man of his word. If I don’t get out and go back, I deserve to be beaten to death..."
There is also this problem. Bai Yang probably understands that Song Yiyi is a brilliant second generation, but in front of Liu Qingshan, he is just a grandson, and Liu Qingshan promised that he will not let anyone bother him about drinking, so Song
If you don't even dare to fart, you have to run away!
Suddenly, Bai Yang felt a sense of déjà vu flashing through his mind that I was so awesome that I could scare away a super second generation with just one phone call...
He smiled awkwardly and said, "Then what, sit down, I don't have time to test Old Man Liu."
"You are the only one who dares to call me Uncle Liu, Old Man Liu. If you have too much time to spare, then let me be scolded like a turtle grandson."
Song Dao's eyes widened, who is this person? This is...
"Ahem, this fully proves that Old Man Liu's porcelain maker keeps his promise... Let's talk about something else."
Song Yiyi sat down, then his eyes lit up, and he asked Bai Yang: "So, you agree to cooperate with me?"
"I'm sorry, you know that kind of wine yourself. Don't believe me when I say you can't afford it. Are you sure you can afford one million, one hundred milliliters? And it's the purchase price from me. You're a shabby restaurant. Are you going to raise the price?"
Who should I sell it to at what price?" Bai Yang said contemptuously.
Is this a shabby hotel? Song Dao wants to strangle Bai Yang to death, which one of your eyes is broken? Ordinary membership cards don’t cost a million bucks a year, but in your eyes, this is a shabby hotel?
I was depressed, but I still smiled awkwardly and said, "I really can't afford it. The few bottles of wine you have are probably worth the price of my hotel."
"That's right, that kind of wine is for the first generation to drink. Second generation people like you can drink it," Bai Yang said with a smile.
"Hey, what do you mean by asking me to stay?"
"Ahem, you can't afford that kind of wine, but I have another one, well, the effect is not as good."
Bai Yang said with a smile.
"What wine"?
"Tiger penis wine, do you want it? This big piece of tiger penis wine is brewed."
While talking, Bai Yang stretched out his hand and made a gesture. At first, the gesture was about one meter long, but then he felt something was wrong and shrunk it a bit.
"Do you still have that thing?"
Song Dao's eyes widened, and he knew at a glance that he was more interested in this thing than the minced fruit stuffing.
"You look like you have a kidney problem, do you want it? I'll sell it to you for 30 million, one sip a day, and you'll be guaranteed one night, seven times, and the next day, your waist won't hurt and your legs won't hurt." Bai Yang bewitched
road.
He himself is young and strong and doesn't need that thing. He can make it by selling it for money.
In fact, the main reason is that I don’t have a girlfriend...
"Yes, I must, but isn't your price a bit too much? For thirty million, I can have someone go to the African savannah to catch a live one for me."
Song Daodao said with a face of pain and desire.
Bai Yang gave a look of disdain and said: "The tiger whip you caught in the African savanna is better than mine? And if you are not afraid of going to jail, just go ahead and get it... If it's too expensive, don't buy it."
"Then where did you come from? What's the difference? Could it be that you are an alien tiger?"
"You don't care about me, I won't break the law...oh, do you want it or not?"
Hey, you guessed it right...
"Yes, but I don't have that much money. The total amount of pocket money, New Year's money, small treasury, etc. is only over 20 million..."
Song Yiyi was extremely confused and couldn't afford it.
"You have such a big restaurant and you tell me that you have no money"?
Bai Yang didn't believe it.
"Ahem, this hotel belongs to my eldest sister. I only have 10% of the shares. It's too early to pay dividends at the end of the year..."
"What a pretentious person, you told me before that you owned this restaurant."
Bai Yang looked down upon him, then narrowed his eyes and said mischievously: "I just checked on my phone secretly, your sports car, good guy, Bugatti Veyron, the new car costs more than 13 million, I'll give you a discount of 10 million
, plus your small treasury of 20 million, it’s all done”!
puff……
Song Daodao squirted out a sip of tea, pointed at Bai Yang and said tremblingly: "Here you are, waiting for me here."
"Do you want it or not? There is no shop like this after passing this village. I only have one jar of tiger penis wine. It is out of print." Bai Yang pretended to be a master, as if he wanted it or not.
"But, I gave you the car, why should I drive it?"
"Have you seen my motorcycle? I bought it for nearly 30,000 yuan, and I gave it to you..."
Song Daodao had a constipated look on his face, and he was extremely troubled in his heart. As a second generation, he had no shortage of girlfriends. If he could increase his ability in that area, he had to seize the opportunity to sell iron. Money is a bastard's job, and there are plenty of opportunities to make money, but Tiger Whip Liquor cannot.
Give him a break!
Although tiger penis wine is rare, it cannot be so expensive. But with the kind of wine that even Liu Qingshan eagerly came to beg for help, can Baiyang's tiger penis wine be average? Maybe it is made from some ancestral secret recipe...
"You can take down your crappy motorcycle. I still have a TT at home, so I can just drive it for a while."
In the end, Song Yiyi couldn't resist the temptation to increase his ability in that area, so he gritted his teeth and bought it!
Save me another sum, the 30,000 yuan motorcycle was not bought with money, it’s a stick! Bai Yang was secretly happy in his heart.
Then things got easier, Song Yiyi signed the contract, left the royal banquet and went to Bai Yang's rented villa.
On the way back, Song Dao refused to let Bai Yang drive the Bugatti, saying that this was the last farewell trip for him and his 'wife'.
As for the girls brought by Song Yiyi, they don’t seem to have a strong sense of presence...
Back at the villa that Bai Yang rented, a jar of Tiger Penis wine was brought out. Song Dao opened it and took a look, his heart trembled, good guy, such a big one...
Then without any prompting from Bai Yang, he immediately transferred 20 million to Bai Yang, threw down the Bugatti car keys and ran away with Tiger Penis wine in his arms. As he ran, he said, "I don't need you to worry about transferring the ownership, I'll give you the license plate too..."
…”.
Ya brought a beautiful girl here, and finally took a taxi and left with a jar...
"Tsk tsk, after I tricked his father and tricked his grandson, my ability to make money is getting better and better. I can't boast of tens of millions every minute..." Bai Yang sighed looking up to the sky.
Whether it’s tiger penis wine or Baiguo Niang, the cost is just over a hundred bucks of rock sugar and salt...
"Bugatti Veyron, damn, let's go...", without sighing for a second, Bai Yang took the key and got into the car, the buzzing engine roared, and he went out in the night...
In the taxi, Song Yiyi held the wine jar like a newborn son, laughing wildly in his heart.
"I've made a lot of money. I can make back my money by selling half of this jar of tiger penis wine! Those grandsons with weak kidneys still have to come to ask for help? After drinking the wine, it's so big that I can still drink it.
Two rounds..."
This society is like this, no one is a ****, everyone feels that they have made money, but the specific situation depends on what the individual thinks. If Song Yiyi is really a stick, people have their own plans in their hearts...
Song Daodao kept giggling, looking down at the wine jar in his arms from time to time, and then looking at the girl next to him who had a puzzled look on his face. He looked at the girl blushing and clamping her legs tightly...
One/night/seven/times/lang, Song Dao wanted the taxi driver to take off and go back immediately to test the power of tiger penis wine.
That night, Bai Yang was really awesome driving a Bugatti. Everything he passed blinded people's eyes. The eye-catching ability of the Bugatti Veyron worth more than 10 million is almost as good as a black hole. All kinds of things on the road were blinding.
Bai Yang doesn’t even bother to talk to girls when they start chatting with her. It’s just you who strike up a conversation when you see a luxury car on the road. I’m afraid of getting sick...
However, Song Dao's night was tragic. Can Baiyang's tiger penis wine be eaten casually? Although Ya only drank half a cup in excitement, it was so strong that he fainted his girl several times that night, but in the end
He was pretty cool. He was dumbfounded, right?
It was painful and happy at the same time. Song Dao wanted to cry but had no tears. His legs were so numb that he couldn't feel anything...
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