People are weird, my girlfriend burned 100 million yuan for me

Chapter 27 Money is coming from the sky!

"Come on, let's talk about it."

Song Mo took a deep breath, then raised his brows, and said with a hint of excitement in his expression.

He's not afraid that the other party is really a black club, if it is really a black club, that would be even better!

You obeyed the law when you were alive, but now that you are dead, you can't be lawless anymore?
If the other party is reasonable, then you should be reasonable. If the other party is not reasonable, then you should have a good chat with them and let them know what it means to be black and black!

Bai Rong was frightened when he saw it. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong specifically.

He had no choice but to continue leading the way, leading Song Zhong to a room where two strong men were sitting.

One of the bearded and bald men stood up directly after seeing Bai Rong and stretched out his big hand boldly.

"Hey Eiko...I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Hey, Brother Biao, let me introduce you——Song Zhong, Boss Song. This is Bald Biao, Mr. Biao."

At the same time, Bai Rong picked up the cigarettes and wine he bought and placed them on the table.

"Boss Biao, please give me some thought."

"Rongzi, what are you doing, you're too polite!"

"A trifle."

"You are too polite, they are all my brothers!"

Bald Biao nodded at Song Ding Ding, and then patted the strong man beside him.

"Let me introduce you to my younger brother, Zhentao."

"Come, come, don't stand still, prepare some thin wine."

After everyone was seated, the bald-headed Biao didn't scribble, picked up his wine glass and started talking.

"Rongzi, Boss Song. I, Bald Biao, understand your purpose."

"Don't worry, I'll leave the reconstruction of Ping An Hotel to our brothers."

"Come on, drink. This thing will definitely be done beautifully for you!"

Bai Rong stood up with the wine at the same time and clinked the glasses with Bald Biao.

"With Brother Biao's words, I feel more at ease." "This time, there is something else I want to discuss with Mr. Biao. Let Boss Song talk to you about it."

After Bai Rong finished speaking, he looked at Song Zhong.

Song Mo nodded slightly, and he opened his mouth to get straight to the point.

"Boss Biao, this sitting together is not just for the rebuilding of the Ping An Hotel."

"I also want to buy your company, here is the deposit."

After Song finally finished speaking, he raised his index finger towards Bai Rong.

Bai Rong hurriedly stood up, took out a thin red envelope from his pocket, and placed it in front of Bald Biao.

The bald Biao was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then smiled and said haha.

"Boss Song is really good at joking. Do you want to acquire our company?"

"You want to buy it just because of this red envelope?"

"Do you know what we two brothers do? Since the establishment of our company, how many people have found trouble?"

"Anyone who dares to find fault will now sink in the river and feed the fish!"

"You were brought by Rongzi. I'll give you face and let you drink together. If you don't give you face, you're nothing!"

"Boy, how dare you play big swords in front of Guan Gong? What are you, so arrogant!"

The bald-headed Biao stared fiercely at the red envelopes on the table, then his eyes fell on Song Zhong, his tone full of murderous intent.

A small red envelope, dare to buy your own company?
I really thought we were a regular company, teaching you the law and reasoning with you!

"I hope Mr. Biao can think about it carefully."

Song Zhong didn't seem to notice that the other party was angry. He leaned back on the chair and said again very seriously, making Bald Biao's expression even more gloomy.

Where did the stunned head come from?
Are you here to make fun of my bald head? !
Before Bald Biao could open his mouth, his younger brother Zhentao stood up quickly.

Hitting the table hard with his fist, his tone was very arrogant.

"Don't be shameless!" "What are you? When my brother was on the road, you were still wearing crotch pants!"

"I came here to discuss acquisitions with just a red envelope. Do you think you are Ma Yun?!"

"I will kill you right now and throw it in Jiangli to feed the fish."

"Don't be angry, don't be angry. Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings."

"Boss Biao, there are ten bank cards in the red envelope, 1000 million each."

"I dare not insult you."

Bai Rong said hurriedly, his forehead was covered with sweat, he didn't expect that the situation would turn out like this.

These two brothers are the local snakes in Linjiang City, even he dare not offend them.

Following Bai Rong's voice, it fell.

The bald and ferocious expression froze instantly on his face.

With two dripping bull's eyes, he subconsciously glanced at the thin red envelope, and swallowed with a "gulp".

A piece of 1000 million...

Ten is one hundred million...

It’s just a deposit…

Bald Biao felt a little regretful that he had spoken so deadly, and wished he could slap himself in the face.

Td, how can a good person put a bank card in a red envelope? !

Bald Biao forced a smile on his stiff face, but it looked even more pervasive.

A deposit of [-] million is very tempting for him, and his entire company is not worth [-] million if it is sold!

Bald Biao originally wanted to agree directly.

But then I thought about it, this is a big fat sheep that is rare to see in a century!

If you don't take the opportunity to kill someone, you will be sorry for yourself!

Mud, he is not a good and law-abiding citizen. Isn't it because of this method that the company can develop to this stage?
If this order is completed, the club next door can be reserved for several years.Bald Biao didn't notice Song Mo's abnormality at all. In his eyes, Song Mo didn't have any fluctuations of resentment all over him, and he looked like he was being taken advantage of!

Bald Biao, who comes from a dark society, will definitely not hesitate to take advantage of the opportunity to kill him severely!
The bald-headed Biao immediately winked at his younger brother beside him, and Zhentao immediately understood what the elder brother meant, and opened his mouth to curse.

"You look down on my elder brother, don't you? What's your role here?!"

"My elder brother sent you some b money? Don't take pictures of your urine! Do you know the names of us and Yihe, how did you get them? It's based on this, type it out!"

"Ahhhh... my eyes!"

The furious Zhengtao shook his fist, and when he wanted to continue scolding, he suddenly felt pain in his eyes. He covered his right eye and squatted down, screaming in agony!

It turned out that it was Song Zhong with a calm face, listening to the foul language in his ear, picked up a pair of chopsticks and activated the Ruyi Bing Iron Technique.

The chopsticks stretched out instantly, and under Song Zhong's exquisite control, he pecked and retracted Zhentao's right eye.

A round eyeball was easily taken off by Song Mo!
"Old Bai, change a pair of chopsticks."

Song Mo threw the chopsticks aside in disgust, wiped his hands with the towel on the table, and stomped his eyeballs on the ground.

This low level of resentment is not worthy of him urging the Heavenly Master to swallow ghosts.

It doesn't make sense anymore, does it?
Alright, let's change the way we talk!
"Boss Song, picked my younger brother's tricks in front of me, isn't it too much?!"

"Brother, I have a message for you: young people, don't be too arrogant!"

"At first I wanted to discuss business with you, but now it seems that the intermediate steps have been omitted. Today, you will not only keep the money, but also the people!"

"Come here! Greet the guests!"

The bald-headed Biao saw his younger brother was injured, lifted the table and stood up, speaking in a vicious tone.

Following Bald Biao's roar, a large number of strong men who stabbed dragons and painted tigers rushed in from outside the door. They were all Bald Biao's men.

"Mr. Biao, brother, I also give you a word, can you be called a young man if you are not arrogant?!"

Song Zhong looked up and down at the bald-headed Biao with an unfriendly expression, tugged at his collar, and sneered with the corner of his mouth.

Before Song Zhong finished speaking, Bald Biao suddenly stood up, took out a machete from somewhere, and slashed at Song Zhong!Bald Biao's chop was very fast, and he was in front of Song Zhong in an instant.

After he thought he had succeeded and could monopolize huge sums of money, he suddenly found that Song Zhong's face in front of him was still very calm.

what happened?

Are you scared?
Just when Bald Biao was wondering, his eyes suddenly blurred.

At some point, the machete in his hand was snatched away by the empty-handed Song Zhong, and he put it on Bald Biao's neck!
At the same time, when the machete landed on Song Zhong's hand, a cyan glow emanated from the machete!
Guandi Sword Technique - Eight Techniques of Spring and Autumn Period!
The bald Biao, who was originally arrogant, was pinned down on the dining table by Song Zhong, and he couldn't breathe under the terrifying aura.

Feeling the chill and pressure on his neck, Bald Biao raised his hands, sweating all over his body.

Song Zhong looked disdainful, and patted the bald Biao's fleshy face with a knife.

To deal with this kind of young guy who has just been vicious, Song Zhong doesn't even need the help of the Evil God's portrait now.

Just relying on his inherited martial arts, he can be easily dealt with.

"Mr. Biao, can we have a good talk now? We are all civilized people, why do we have to wield swords and guns?"

"Can talk, can talk! Brother, you are right, I was impulsive, and I can definitely talk!"

"Brother, why don't you let me down first?"

Song Mo looked at the bald Biao, and threw the machete in his begging eyes.

Song Mo, who let go of Bald Biao, sat down again, and stretched out his hand to signal Bald Biao to also take his seat.

"President Biao, you must have felt my sincerity in wanting to acquire the company."

"Next, should you express your sincerity?"

Song Zhi looked at Bald Biao.

Hearing this, Bald Biao swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said in a difficult tone.

"Boss Song, my company is a business that has been passed down from generation to generation. It's not appropriate for me to sell it like this..." "Originally, there are still about [-] million in funds in the future..."

As soon as Song Zhong stretched out three fingers, he was held tightly by the excited bald Biao. He stepped down and said respectfully.

"Brother! Brother Song! From now on, I'll be bald and handsome, so I'll look after Brother Song!"

Bald-headed Biao also knew that he couldn't play tricks at this moment, otherwise he would easily lose his life.

Song Mo pulled out his hand and took back three fingers.

"Listen to me, there used to be [-] million, but now it's gone."

"The [-] million is your life money, plus the [-] million on the table, I want [-]% equity of your company, no problem?"

"No... no problem."

"In half an hour, I want to see the equity transfer contract."

"I'll let my little brother arrange it now!"

"Also, He Yihe's sign..."

"Pick it now!"

Song Zhong looked at the suddenly sensible Bald Biao and couldn't help but sigh.

It turns out that money alone is not enough, but strength is required!

Things that can be solved by spending money, but now the money can't be spent, what is this? !
Three hours later, after signing the contract, Song Mo, as the major shareholder, gave the first order to Bald Biao.

He ordered Bald Biao to build a large warehouse while building the Ping An Hotel.

Song Zhong must make complete preparations this time and use the warehouse to receive the money burned by Guan Cai this time!

Otherwise, putting so much money outside is not an option.

Wealth does not leak out. After all, they all came out of poverty step by step. Low-end things like showing off wealth are still unacceptable.

"Boss, don't worry, the warehouse will be built faster. Tomorrow, it will be built tomorrow night!"

"go a head."

Song Zhong patted Bald Biao's bald head with satisfaction, then got into Bai Rong's car and left.Overnight.

The next day, the bald man took Song Mo respectfully to a large warehouse.

"Boss, everything is ready."

"This is a large warehouse specially built according to your requirements!"

Bald-headed Biao wiped the sweat from his brow, nodded and stood beside Song Shengsheng.

Song Mo looked at the empty and spacious warehouse in front of him, and couldn't help but nodded in satisfaction.

Then as soon as Song Zhong stretched out his hand, Bald Biao lowered his head obsequiously, revealing the shiny back of his head.

Song Mo patted Biao's big bald head and said in an appreciative tone.

"Very good, let your people move my bed here, and Lao Hong, let him cook here!"

After Song Mo ate Hong Zhu's food, he was astonished. He ate it for two days in a row, and eating someone else's food was like eating food.

He plans to live here until Guan Cai burns down the money so that he doesn't have to run around.

When he has money, the first thing he will do is buy a bank.

After all, so much money is still too much trouble, so it would be more appropriate to have your own bank!
He also found the acquisition target, which was Lotus Bank at the beginning.

The Lotus Bank in Linjiang City was on the verge of bankruptcy after he made a fuss.

If you propose an acquisition now, there will be a very suitable price.

With the experience of acquiring Bald Biao's company, he felt that his bargaining skills were absolutely fine!
This thing can be done [-]%!
While Song Mo looked forward to the future, he did not forget to instruct Bald Biao to make various arrangements.

After the arrangements were made, he sat on the ponytail, researching and fiddling with the talismans, trying to get a few talismans as soon as possible for emergencies.

And the bald Biao beside him, although he didn't understand what this master was thinking.

Why do you have to live in this empty warehouse instead of a good mansion.But Bald Biao still followed the instructions, after all, he had seen Song Mo's strength with his own eyes.

After everything was arranged, Song Mo stayed temporarily in the warehouse, waiting for Guan Cai to burn paper for himself.

On the other hand, in the real world.

Guan Cai was wearing sunglasses, and looked vigorously at the five semi-trucks in front of him.

Not far away, Bai Haibo was holding a loudspeaker to direct the semi-trailer to park.

"Fall down! Good! Stop!"

As the five cars were parked, a man who looked like a leader got out of the car and held Bai Haibo's hands.

"Boss Bai, three carts of money are neatly in place, please check and accept them!"

"Also, our factory manager specially sent some new products, not to mention any aircraft, cannon and intercontinental missiles."

"Look, this is Marita Ozawa, and this is Mrs. Cang...all of them are paper figurines! They will definitely make the living envious and the dead crazy!"

"Stop! What the hell is this?!"

Guan Cai, who had been listening for a while, suddenly scolded, her blushing pretty face was slightly dissatisfied.

These are all things that are going to be burned for Brother Song, how can they be mixed with these weird things!

Dirty!

I, Brother Song, am not that kind of man!
Guan Cai turned to look at Wen Xin.

Wen Xin nodded knowingly, and pulled out a steel cable in his hand, tearing the paper figurines into pieces.

"Hey! What do you mean! Lao Bai, who is this? Whose child is so skinny?"

The man who looked like the leader felt extremely heartbroken seeing the paper figurine being smashed, after all, it still contained his youthful dreams.

Before he had time to regret, he asked Bai Haibo aggressively.

"Well, this is the child of the benefactor's family. Those five carts of money were all ordered by their family."

(End of this chapter)