Seeing more and more people watching, the proud woman became more angry and arrogant. She held her arms and raised her proud head, looking contemptuous: "Accompany? Tell you that the local buns are limited edition! You can't afford to sell you."

Mr. Zhang shook his head and sighed. He was too lazy to get involved with this arrogant woman. He took out the checkbook and said, "Miss, your bracelet is called the Colorful Eighteen Eyes. It was specially designed by the British Royal Craftsman Dix. It is indeed a limited edition, but it is not worth anything to me!"

As soon as Young Master Zhang said this, the arrogant woman opened her mouth wide. She couldn't believe that the local bun in front of her actually knew the origin of the bracelet.

Before the arrogant woman could speak, Mr. Zhang had already written a check and handed it over, "If I remember correctly, its current market price is about 250,000 yuan. This is a check of 300,000 yuan, and it is a bracelet for you, just treat it as a bracelet."

Looking at the check in front of him, the arrogant woman was completely stunned. She took the checks over and over again and again, as if she was identifying the authenticity of the check.

The onlookers also heard an uproar. When they looked at Mr. Zhang again, they became a little awe.

Most of the people who can come to a music company to find a job are not short of money, but they can throw out 300,000 yuan at will, but only some young masters can do it. This inconspicuous young man actually has this kind of strength! If he hadn't pretended to be a big shot, he would have really had a history.

The proud woman was shocked by Young Master Zhang's domineering aura. She snorted, and she didn't have much confidence to argue with Young Master Zhang. Without saying a word, she quickly put away the check with a greed and joyful mood, turned around and left.

"Wait." Mr. Zhang spoke softly and called her.

"What are you doing!" The proud woman turned around, looking impatient, as if she was afraid that Mr. Zhang would repent and then leave the check.

Mr. Zhang pointed to the peony beside him: "You haven't apologized to my friends yet."

The proud woman was stunned, then she looked in disbelief. She felt that she had been greatly insulted. She screamed at the top of her voice: "What did you say? Do you want me to apologize to this rustic bun? Are you not sick?"

Mudan stood in front of Master Zhang with a calm expression on his face at this moment, and raised her head proudly, staring at the proud woman without fear.

If it were someone else, she would definitely try her best to dissuade him from letting him stand up for him. It was just such a trivial matter, and she would be scolded for a few words, and there was no need to make such a loud noise.

But Mudan had already understood Mr. Zhang's temperament. She knew that it was useless for her to persuade him, so she let Mr. Zhang let him breathe this for her.

"Miss, you have already collected the money. Now is the time to apologize." Mr. Zhang said again, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a sharp light appeared.

"You country bumpkin!" The proud woman was furious. She had never met someone who dared to be so blind. She jumped and cursed, "You think it's great to take out 300,000! This still can't change you as a country bun! You just want me to apologize, I'm gonna be!"

The proud woman became more and more excited as she spoke, like a roller pouring beans, faster and more intensely, and her saliva splashed endlessly: "Do you know what a real rich man is? At most, you are an unsavvy nouveau riche!"

Have you eaten a meal worth tens of thousands of dollars per meal? Have you drunk a famous wine worth thousands of dollars? Have you received a salary of tens of thousands of dollars a month? Two local buns dare to ask me to apologize. It really made me laugh out loud!"

Young Master Zhang didn't say anything and was completely stunned.

Since he was reborn, he has always been unsurprising to be favored and disgraced. There are very few things like this that are as surprised as he is now. From this point of view, a proud woman is enough to be proud.

Not to mention Mr. Zhang, even the other onlookers were stunned.

This woman is so superb. She thought she was a top-notch person and talked endlessly, but she didn't know that she had exposed her superficiality and ignorance.

Who is the local bun? Everyone has the answer to this in their minds.

After a pause, Zhang Dashao turned around and said, "Miss, truly rich people never eat tens of thousands of dollars a meal. They all have their own private nutritionists and their own private restaurants. They never spend money on their own when they eat.

Real rich people never drink thousands of dollars in alcohol because their personal doctor will tell them that drinking that kind of alcohol is harmful to health.

People who are truly rich have no salary because they never make money. They have their own trust funds and professional managers to make money for them..."

The proud woman had already felt her face burning. She glanced around secretly and saw that the people watching next to her looked contemptuous, hoping to find a crack in the ground to get in.

"A more important point." Zhang Dashao finally added, "A real rich person never shows off his wealth everywhere. The richer the more he is, the lower the key. You don't understand this."

The arrogant woman had been completely defeated by Mr. Zhang, and she no longer had her previous aggressive arrogance. She knew that it would be even more embarrassing to show off her, so she snorted: "Two lunatics, I am too lazy to pay attention to you."

I want to use women's magic weapon to end this farce without reason.

"Miss, I'll say it again last." However, Mr. Zhang did not let go of the arrogant woman's appearance and said calmly, "Apologize to my friends, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences."

"Get out! Two lunatics." The proud woman was angry. The show of her wealth was changed to threatening and intimidation. "Do you know who I am? You dare to apologize, you really don't know how to live or die!"

Young Master Zhang shrugged helplessly. He was already extremely generous to the arrogant woman. He gave her a chance again and again. If he just wanted it, he had no choice.

"Many people don't hit women." Zhang Dashao sighed and walked towards the proud woman, "But unfortunately, I'm not one of them."

"Because some women are more hateful than men!"

The proud woman seemed to realize what Mr. Zhang was going to do. When she saw Mr. Zhang walking towards her, she rarely showed a panic expression: "You, what are you going to do!"

"Call you!"

Mr. Zhang said, slapped the proud woman.

The proud woman was stunned and stared at Mr. Zhang in a daze. She couldn't believe that this person really dared to slap himself?

After a long time, she yelled like a pig: "Little slut, if you dare to hit me, I will kill you!"

"If you don't get out, I don't mind moving your wrists anymore!" Mr. Zhang turned his head and glanced at the proud woman, and said leisurely.
Chapter completed!