Prodigal System
Chapter 12
Hong Wushan, Hong family villa.
Hong Dali's father crossed hands and stood in the middle of the study room, studying the map of Tianjing city carefully. After a while, he said to his wife, "My wife, after you mention it, Dali we pay enough attention to such things."
Dali's mother sits back, has her tea. "Oh? Why are you saying that?"
“See this.” Hong Dali's father pointed to the map and softly said, “Ye Lai Xiang's nightclub location is just east of our Hongwu villa. You have to go through this road to get to the city, which is five minutes away. To the north are Tianjing Zoo and Tianhe Park. To the northwest is a national park, across the Tianjing River to the west is a beautiful mountain view, and to the southwest is Tianjing South Station. "
"Now that you mention it, this is indeed a good place. But why hasn't it been developed?" Hong Dali's mother is now interested. Looks like our lost son is smarter than we thought. At least he inherited our cruelty. Choosing such a good spot on his first try was indeed hard to come by.
“There are many factors that affect the development of the place — for example, political problems.” Hong Dali's father inhaled his cigarette long, uttered an "O" and exhaled smoke. Squinting his eyes, he said, "Maybe I should talk to Mayor Jiang. I intend to invest 300 million, explore possibilities. What do you think, my wife?"
“Dali is playing around, and you are messing with her, spending 300 million yuan at once,” Hong Dali's mother smiled as she sipped her tea. "But I will support you. I agree with what you said about this place. But what about the tenants? Did they agree to move?"
"Um, it's gonna be hard. How about this, we will invest 100 million yuan first. Let's buy cheap land and leave expensive land for later. After all, property prices will not drop easily; we can treat them as fixed assets. "Hong Dali's father drew a circle on the map using his finger. "Let's take care of the area around the nightclub first and observe the situation. We will decide what to do next after I meet with Mayor Jiang."
"Um, that sounds good. Let Dali keep playing around there. This bastard just bought property to keep a dog, really a joke." Hong Dali's mother scolded gently. Even though he called Hong Dali a bastard, even a blind man could see how much he ruined it.
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Hong Dali was unaware of his parents' analysis. All he cared about was wasting crazy.
"Xinxin, do you like dogs?" Hong Dali asked as he leaned back on the sofa. His feet were on the coffee table as he gulped down his drink. "If you like dogs, I'll buy you some. What do you think? If I was going to waste, I might as well go out. Find a professional veterinarian to give the dogs weekly checkups, bathe them every three days, brush them every two days, and hire a special trainer to train the dogs. It's a professional waste. "
Who doesn't love a hairy dog? Even Hong Dali, the superprodigal, found a way to connect dogs with waste. Tang Muxin replied uneasily, "Of course I like dogs, but to hear you connect them to waste, I have no intention of raising them all of a sudden."
"As long as you like them. What breed do you like best?" Hong Dali turned his head in the other direction, and a servant gave him some peeled wine. He ate it with satisfaction, laughing. "What do you think? I also like dogs. We can take care of them together."
"Ms." Tang Muxin raised a pale and soft finger and placed it on her lips. "Chow Chows, maybe. They look very hairy and soft. I like them the most."
It should be the same as the Chow Chows on Earth. Hong Dali nodded. "Then, let's help Chow Chows. Some of every color. My favorite is husky. They are the most ridiculous. It matches my best status."
“No problem.” Hong Dali flicked his finger. "Driver, set up two people to get some dogs. Yes, a hundred Chow Chows, a hundred huskies, and a hundred Samoyeds as well. Oh, is there a Tibetan mastiff? Get a hundred of them too."
The driver immediately acted on his instructions.
Tang Muxin listened as she trembled in fear. "Dali Hong! There has to be a limit to wasting. Why do you need so many dogs ?!"
"I can take the lackeys for a walk with the dogs, how great is that!" Hong Dali said without further ado. "I can walk hoarsely today, Tibetan mastiff tomorrow, Chow Chow the day after tomorrow …"
Tang Muxin was completely defeated. He closed his mouth and ignored Hong Dali.
It was almost midnight, but there were materialistic girls everywhere who lived close to the rich prodigy.
Some look innocent on the outside but wild on the inside, some are careless and not worried about trivial matters, some are ice queens. All types of women are different, ranging from cup sizes A to G. What more can a man ask for?
As the crowd in the nightclub doubled, the hall on the first floor was filled to the brim. Its capacity is almost double. Where there are customers, there will be business. Everyone was gossiping about the superprodigal Hong Dali. It was the most popular topic around. As the crowd continued to fill the hall, the others started heading upstairs to restaurants and hotels.
Although Hong Dali has promised to cover the costs for the nightclub, it does not include restaurants and hotels.
The amount wasted had broken through the roof in Hong Dali's mind. Not long after, one of the henchmen brought the entire expenditure to him for the night. Hong Dali glanced and got a shock in his life. "Heck, I invited people to a free nightclub, yet you told me that I made over 20,000 yuan tonight ?!"
"Yes .. Yeah, that's right ..." The henchman who delivered the news was sweating on his forehead. This young master is certainly difficult to predict. Others would have been very happy to know about that income, but this one instead said it was bad.
Hong Dali rubbed his chin. "I don't seem to be wasting anything right. Um, there must be something wrong somewhere, it doesn't feel right. What am I supposed to do?"
When he thought, the driver held the phone back. "Mr Dali, Old Master and Old Lady urge you to go home. You're still in school tomorrow."
S ... school? Hong Dali frowned. He nodded but broke out in nervous sweat. Shit, school! I can learn information about other things somewhere, but who will I ask about the classes and schools I am in?
Its bad. He could find excuses for other things, but even a fool would feel something was wrong if he forgot which class he was staying at. No, no, he had to think of an idea!