Zhou Zichen stopped the motorcycle and looked at Zhang Hao with a smile: "Who are you talking about?"
Zhang Hao didn't know why he felt bad when he saw Zhou Zichen's smile, and said loudly: "What's wrong with you, bitch? Bite me?"
"Haha...~"
"Brother Hao, it turns out you are poor!"
"Brother Hao, your mind is at home today, right?"
In fact, these people are about three years younger than Zhang Hao. Although they always call Zhang Hao "Brother Hao", they are not afraid of Zhang Hao. If you pick anyone out at random, the family is not short of money.
Zhang Hao suddenly realized that he had been tricked by Zhou Zichen.
Zhang Hao's face turned red and blue, and he wanted to tear Zhou Zichen into pieces, but he knew that he couldn't beat Zhou Zichen, but he was richer than Zhou Zichen: "Zhou Zichen, I heard that you are short of money recently.
How about earning that little girl's medical expenses? If you lose in shooting, give me one thousand. If I lose, I'll give you ten thousand. How about that?"
Zhang Hao said, taking out a bank card and shaking it: "The money in this card is more than a poor guy like you can save in your lifetime."
Zhou Zichen looked at Zhang Hao's bank card and said, "You can gamble, but the stake seems a bit small. How about we change to a more enjoyable gambling method?"
Zhang Hao didn't care what the betting method was, as long as he beat Zhou Zichen, but in order to prevent Zhou Zichen from tricking him again, he sneered twice: "As long as it's fair, you can bet however you want."
Zhou Zichen took out his wallet and took out the bank card with which he had just deposited 1.35 million: "You take a bank card, and I will take one too, and immediately go to the ATM to check. Whoever has less money will take it."
How about donating all the money to the orphanage?"
Zhang Hao has suffered a lot of losses under Zhou Zichen. Zhou Zichen only has a few thousand a month, and it seems to be over ten thousand a month. Moreover, Zhou Zichen has been funding orphanages these years, so he will definitely not be able to save money. He probably only has a few thousand in his bank card.
Several thousand dollars.
As for the orphanage, it's so poor that it's almost impossible to open the door. It's impossible to have 500,000 yuan for Zhou Zichen's turnover.
However, Zhang Hao quickly "figured out" the key point. He didn't feel bad about giving the money in Zhou Zichen's bank card to the orphanage, and he didn't care whether he lost or lost to Zhou Zichen.
Zhang Hao doesn't care about whether he can win money, he only cares about whether he can beat Zhou Zichen. But winning like this seems to be a bit bullying the small, and there is no pleasure in winning.
Others nearby started making noises again: "Brother Hao, how much money can he have? Don't be afraid!"
"Brother Hao, let us see your private money!"
"My dad gives me 30,000 yuan a month, and I bet you two balls and it's gone. I also want to know your living expenses!"
"I'll give you 60,000 yuan."
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Everyone was talking about it. In fact, Zhang Hao's living expenses were only 100,000 yuan a month, and he was basically a moonlighter. In the past two days, he just sold a Porsche 718 sports car that he didn't often drive, and 500,000 yuan was received.
"Actually, it doesn't feel good to win against him!" Zhang Hao said proudly: "For someone like him, it would be great to have a deposit of tens of millions, but he wants to bet so much, so let him see what he is like with us
The gap between the rich has improved."
"Haha...Brother Hao, I don't want you to be such a bully!"
"Is it really okay for you to hit him like this?"
These second-generation rich people will boo no matter who suffers a loss. Anyway, they just want to watch some fun.
Zhou Zichen just looked at all this with a smile: "Have you decided? Do you want to bet?"
Zhang Hao said "hum" and pointed to an ATM machine in the distance: "Go over there and check the account immediately. Whoever has less money will donate it to the orphanage. If you don't donate, it will be your grandson. Add another one, so we can see each other in the future.
Everyone must bow to show respect, do you dare?"
Zhou Zichen shrugged: "Let's go then!"
Zhou Zichen said and rode towards the ATM machine.
Zhang Hao and his group also came out of the basketball court in a mighty manner.
Zhang Hao was walking ahead, looking very imposing, holding a bank card in his hand, waving it around.
Zhang Hao walked directly past Zhou Zichen, walked directly to the ATM machine, inserted his bank card, entered the password, checked the balance, everything was done well, and said to the person two meters behind him: "Come and see!"
Zhou Zichen glanced at it, 586,159.53 yuan, five hundred and eighty thousand!
"Brother Hao, you rich man, I'm treating you to a one-stop treat today."
"Brother Hao is hiding his secrets. We will go to dinner first in the evening, then Brother K will find some girls, and finally..."
"Haha...this is good!"
Zhang Hao listened to these people's praise, looked at Zhou Zichen with pride, and said disdainfully: "Okay, let's see how much money you have. I don't care whether you donate or not. We will go to the one-stop shop later."
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In fact, not only Zhang Hao, but almost everyone believed that Zhou Zichen was destined to lose.
Zhou Zichen walked to another ATM machine, entered the password, checked the balance, and when everything was done, he said behind him: "Okay!"
Zhang Hao and others were already talking about what to eat tonight and what to call the girls. They didn't take Zhou Zichen seriously at all.
When Zhang Hao saw the string of numbers on the ATM machine, he was stunned. They were still having a heated discussion. Tonight, the rich second generation people who were out at night saw Zhang Hao's strangeness and looked at the ATM machine one after another.
I was also stunned.
1415696.89 yuan!!
1.41 million, more than double Zhang Hao’s 58.
Suddenly everyone was silent, and there was no sound.
Zhou Zichen looked at Zhang Hao with a smile: "Remember to donate, 580,000 yuan, and the remaining 6,000 yuan, I'll treat you to a meal."
Five hundred and eighty thousand is not a lot for Zhang Hao's family, but Zhang Hao would not be willing to donate five hundred and eighty thousand in vain.
How could Zhou Zichen have 1.41 million?
Zhang Hao pointed at Zhou Zichen and said loudly: "You must have done something shady. The money came from something shady. Otherwise, how could you have more than 1.4 million."
Zhou Zichen smiled slightly and said, "How about we make another bet and go to the police right away. If my money comes from a legitimate source, how about you donate another hundred thousand?"
Zhang Hao immediately panicked. Zhou Zichen dared to bet that there would be no problem with the money.
However, Zhang Hao was still unwilling to just donate 580,000 yuan: "Maybe it's your laundered money. How can I check it? Do you think I'm stupid?"
Zhou Zichen shook his head repeatedly and said to the people behind Zhang Hao: "Look, Zhang Hao is just a gambling product, and his character is probably not very good. You'd better stay away from him in the future."
The other second-generation rich people looked at Zhang Hao a little differently. Everyone could see that Zhang Hao wanted to default on his debt, and there was no fool present.
Zhang Hao also discovered this, stiffened his neck and said: "Why are you looking at me like this? Do I care about the 580,000? I am willing to admit defeat, and I will donate the money, anyway, it is a good deed. I just doubt Zhou Zichen's
It’s just that the money came from a bad source. I’ll donate the money first and then I’ll meet you all tonight!”
After Zhang Hao finished speaking, he quickly walked out of the self-service withdrawal area.
Zhou Zichen followed Zhang Hao out of the withdrawal area, got on his motorcycle, and followed Zhang Hao, riding slowly.
It only takes ten minutes to walk from the basketball court to the orphanage.
As soon as Zhou Zichen returned to the orphanage, the children immediately rushed up: "Brother Zichen!"
Zhou Zichen stroked the little heads of these children: "You go and play first. This brother wants to donate money to our orphanage, but he is a good man. You go and make a medal for this brother to express your gratitude, and also give this brother
A souvenir, okay?"
"Okay!" the children responded neatly.
"Why don't you thank me soon, big brother!" Zhou Zichen said with a smile.
The children bowed neatly and slightly: "Thank you, big brother!"
Zhang Hao's face became more and more ugly, but he couldn't get angry. Five hundred and eighty thousand, he was also heartbroken!
The children swarmed to make medals, and Zhou Zichen led Zhang Hao to find the dean's grandmother.
The orphanage has its own account. Officials will transfer money to this account every month, and donations will also be transferred to this account.
This account has always been managed by the dean and grandma.
Zhou Zichen took Zhang Hao to the dean's grandmother and explained the purpose of their visit. The dean's grandmother looked at Zhou Zichen with complicated eyes, then looked at Zhang Hao, and asked: "Sir, you are voluntarily donating this amount."
For money?”
The dean’s grandmother knows Zhang Hao. Zhang Hao is about the same age as Zhou Zichen. He has been in trouble on the basketball court since he was a child.
The dean and grandma also knew who Zhang Hao was. He was definitely not the kind of person who was willing to donate 580,000 yuan.
Zhang Hao felt as if he had eaten Xiang, but he still held back and said: "These children are so pitiful, I can't bear to look at them, so I came to donate some money."
Zhang Hao has been among the rich for so long, and even though he regards this place as a doghouse, he can still speak beautifully.
Seeing Zhang Hao say this, the dean's grandmother nodded: "Thank you very much, please wait a moment!"
As the dean's grandmother spoke, she pulled out an installed POS machine and slowly and orderly swiped 580,000 yuan from Zhang Hao's card.
There were very few people who came to donate. The dean thought that if someone came to donate, they could use the POS machine. For the children in the orphanage, the dean really tried her best.
But every move of the dean's grandmother made Zhang Hao feel aggrieved and panicked. When he looked at Zhou Zichen, his eyes seemed to want to cut Zhou Zichen into pieces with a thousand knives.
Everything went well, and 580,000 yuan was successfully transferred to the orphanage's account. Since it is a welfare enterprise, no handling fee was charged.
"Thank you, sir!" Grandma Dean took the bank card and handed it to Zhang Hao with both hands.
Although Zhang Hao didn't like it here, he seemed to want to maintain his image, so he actually took the bank card with both hands.
The dean's grandmother insisted on sending Zhang Hao off. As soon as she reached the yard of the orphanage, the children ran out in a swarm.
"Big brother, big brother!" the children shouted happily.
Zhang Hao forced a smile but said nothing.
A girl came out and took out a small heart made of plastic: "Brother, this is the medal we made for you."
A little boy came out, holding a certificate drawn on white paper in his hand, with the words "Thank you, big brother" in the middle: "Brother, this is the certificate we made for you."
Zhang Hao felt like crying, 580,000 yuan in exchange for a piece of white paper and a small plastic heart?
Seeing that Zhang Hao didn't move, Zhou Zichen touched Zhang Hao lightly: "Keep the love from the children! You will have to go find your friends later."
Zhang Hao gave Zhou Zichen a hard look and accepted the love and certificate.
The dean and the children wanted to send them off, but they were stopped by Zhou Zichen, who chased them out alone.
As soon as he left the house, he saw Zhang Hao throwing the certificate and little love heart on the ground, and walked away without looking back. He seemed to be disgusted by looking at the orphanage even more.
Zhou Zichen stepped forward, picked up the little love and put it in his pocket, then folded the certificate and put it in his pocket.
As soon as I turned around, I saw the dean's grandmother standing at the door looking at me.