"..." All the gangsters were trying to persuade Liang Yong, and they were ready to rebel if he didn't agree.

"Okay! I'll just take some time to take a look." Liang Yong surrendered.

"Hehe, that's great. Where does Mr. Steamed Bun live?" Shen Mengtian said happily.

"My boss lives in..." Xiao Mao answered excitedly before Liang Yong returned.

"..." These unscrupulous boys even explained the details of Liang Yong's torture by the policewoman last night. Fortunately, their understanding of Liang Yong only stopped there...

"Okay! Don't you have to be busy because you don't have work? I have to leave!" Liang Yong stuffed the last steamed bun into his mouth, wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up and said. He seemed to be slapping his butt and leaving. He had no intention of pity for her. He knew why Shen Mengtian was pestering him, so he would not give her a chance.

"Go and do your work if you have anything to do! I have nothing to do during the day, so I'm going to go shopping. Here are the tickets for you." Shen Mengtian was surprisingly well-behaved, like a docile wife, and said obediently, and took ten dollars from the assistant. A ticket was handed to Liang Yong.

"Ten tickets aren't enough, bring me fifty." Liang Yong said rudely, feeling a sense of teasing in his heart. If you fight with me, stinky girl, it would be strange if I didn't piss you to death. I'll make you bleed first. These tickets are all It's the best location near the stage. One ticket can cost thousands or tens of thousands, and fifty tickets can be considered a small fortune.

"Oh! Okay." Shen Mengtian obediently took another stack of tickets and was about to count forty tickets when Liang Yong snatched them away and said:

"Count whatever you want, give it all to me, you go first!" I grabbed a handful of tickets and went to the toilet...

Shen Mengtian was still well-behaved, but her mink coat was trembling slightly. The anger in her heart reached the edge of exploding, and she said to the people around her: "Forget it! No more shopping, go back." She turned around and walked elegantly to the elevator.

As soon as her figure entered the elevator, Liang Yong came out of the toilet. He threw a stack of tickets to Xiao Mao and said: "If you can't use it up, take it out and sell it." This scene happened to be watched by Shen Mengtian in the elevator. Finally, I couldn't bear it any longer, and I stamped my feet and cursed angrily: "Shit! You are so cruel. One day I will make you kneel down and beg me." Her pretty face turned red, startling the two assistants... …

The unexpected windfall knocked a group of gangsters unconscious. It took them a long time to react, and then they started shouting "Long live the boss!"

What is arrogance? What does it mean to be arrogant like the boss? The goddess respected by thousands of people not only talks down to the boss, but also comes and goes when he calls her. Looking at the boss, he is not very willing. What kind of woman does it take to be attracted by the boss? .

I casually threw this stack of tickets to myself, sixty or seventy of them, and sold them on the black market for six to seven hundred thousand. I instantly became a rich man...

Unable to wait, Xiao Mao started selling in the hotel. A group of people swarmed up, and the original price was naturally impossible. When it doubled, several people still asked for a ticket. Fortunately, Xiao Mao was smart and there was a live auction. The highest bidder would win...

Things were going on in full swing here, and Liang Yong opened his hands to face the door with a knowing smile...

There were two long-lost figures coming out of an extended RV, one enthusiastic and smart, the other dignified and elegant, with surprise, expectation, and a hint of blame and sadness on their faces...

The dancing elf took the lead in flying, rushed towards Liang Yong, got into his arms, and beat hard with his little fists: "Senior Brother Stinky! Senior Brother Stinky! Even though I asked you to come back, you didn't go home! I'll beat you to death..." ..." If it weren't for being in public, I would definitely need a passionate kiss to relieve the pain of lovesickness.

"Ouch! Lingshan is beautiful again after not seeing her for a few days. Let's go back and take a good look..." Liang Yong said sweetly for a while, and when he raised his head again, Ye Yu, who was wearing a black professional suit, also came to his side. He stretched out his hand and hugged her.

In his arms, he said softly: "Thank you for your hard work, Xiaoyu!" In one sentence, he could express the pain of lovesickness.

"Let's go back to the company!" After a moment of tenderness, Ye Yu whispered. It was on the way to the company that they received a call from Liang Yong, so they made a temporary U-turn to pick him up here.

"Well! Just wait for me, explain a few words and then leave." Liang Yong then let them go and turned around to talk to Xiao Mao and others.

What's going on? The whole hall was silent, and everyone was frozen and turned into sculptures. I was shocked! I was completely shocked and petrified.

No wonder he just ignored the diva. It turns out that none of the beauties around him are inferior to the actresses, and there are two of them. They both treat him so tenderly. It can be seen from their eyes that,

This is a true couple. The eyes that look at each other are full of affection, which can only be accumulated through ups and downs.

They have a noble status, and they can easily buy an extended RV worth tens of millions. Their outfits can cost no less than five million. What kind of people are they? Real aristocratic elites. Compared with them, the diva and actresses are...

Much inferior. No matter how popular the divas are, they just rely on singing to make money. How much income can they make? Any income of these real aristocrats and financial tycoons can be enough for actresses to sing for several years.

Don't look at the glamor of queens in front of others, it is all false. I have not seen that those popular singers like to marry into wealthy families, precisely because they know that wealthy families are the real treasures. The upper class people have used their bellies to help them give birth to a son.

Can you earn an income of 100 million from singing?

Only then did we understand why Shen Mengtian was so fawning over Liang Yong. It turned out that she was another actor who wanted to marry into a wealthy family. The image of the goddess of youth was immediately greatly compromised in everyone's minds.

"Xiao Mao!" Liang Yong shouted, but there was no movement.

"Xiao Mao! Come here." Liang Yong yelled to wake up the petrified gangsters, and quickly ran over.

"Boss, you see, all the tickets have been sold. I only left one for you." Xiao Mao held a ticket and a black bag in his hand, which was filled with cash.

"I don't need it, I've sold it all. I'll leave the money with you to use as activity funds." Liang Yong used his usual money bombs to corrupt these newly recruited boys.

"Ah! This is too much." Xiaomao murmured with uncontrollable ecstasy.

"It's a joke, work hard, this money won't even count as pocket money in the future." Liang said with a curl of his lips.

"Ah! Long live the boss!" The whole audience cheered.

After waiting for a while, Liang Yong stretched out his hand to calm their cheers and said: "Do you know where the car towed by the traffic police was parked?"

"I know! We deal with cars every day, and we are familiar with Lao Wang in the parking lot." Xiao Mao said with a pat on his chest. Of course, there was some bragging. They often race cars, and it is common for their cars to be impounded, but with Lao Wang in the parking lot,

But can't talk about it

They were familiar with each other, but they had a fawning relationship. Every time they were extorted by Lao Wang for a lot of benefits, I secretly hated the greedy fat man. But I didn't dare to offend him, because the backstage of these little gangsters was not strong enough.
Chapter completed!