Prodigal System
Chapter 33
Following Hong Weiguo's words, the entire Hongwu Villa erupted.
The old butler changed into a new outfit — snow white shirt washed and clad in buttons, black tie, well ironed Chinese black tunic tie, well ironed black pants, black tie, and a pair of shiny black leather shoes. Coupled with his body that never seemed to bend, he ruled over all the available manpower. "All of you, listen up! The condition of Young Master Dali's body has changed for the better. You plan to celebrate today! Anyone who messed up could pack your luggage and leave!
"The tulips there are already withered, replace the new pot! The curtains there do not match the overall color. Change it to a red-dark one to make it look more festive. Have the ceiling lights been cleaned? Watch for blind spots on the back.
"Damn it, who cleaned this table, why is there an oil stain on it? Get a clean cloth and wipe it repeatedly, do you hear me!"
As the butler of the entire Hongwu Villa, an elite groomed from the noble butler family of the Heavenly State, his sharp eyes could choose any difference.
At this moment, Hong Weiguo and Lan Ruoxi were inside the study room on the third floor. This is the most important room in the entire villa. In addition to the countless books and documents, there was also a huge whiteboard filled with nonsense language.
If outsiders saw this, they would not even waste time glancing at this huge whiteboard, either, because all the other things in this study room are worth far more than objects that shouldn't be here.
Only the core members of the Hong family knew that this whiteboard was worth more than 10 times the entire villa grew. The reason was simple: all of Hong Weiguo's sudden inspiration and ideas for making money would be written on this blackboard. From 22 years, when he started to be active all day to today, the ideas on this board have earned him at least 15 billion yuan. The actual value will only be more than this, not less.
It was not an exaggeration to say that any group of Chinese characters on this board, if seen by someone with the intention and ability to decipher Hong Weiguo's true ideas, was, coupled with the appropriate amount of capital, it would be enough for one to live the rest of their life very comfortably. Perhaps even their next life and their next life need not worry about money.
This is the true value of this whiteboard.
But now, without hesitation, Hong Weiguo lifted the blackboard eraser, cleared the space of a square meter in the center of the blackboard, and meticulously wrote these few words: "2014. 4. 4. 22, Dali's healthy."
Just this short sentence replaced the information that was worth at least two billion yuan.
After writing these words, Hong Weiguo — whose spine had never been bent before — walked to the window and slowly crouched down. Eyes narrowed, he hummed his tone and smoked, causing a cloud of smoke to surround him.
Lan Ruoxi looked on with tears.
He had only twice seen Hong Weiguo's actions carefully crouching, humming, and smoking for so many years that they had walked together. The first time was 26 years ago, when they were engaged, and the second time was 19 years ago, when she heard that she was pregnant.
Very quickly, he finished smoking. Hong Weiguo looked at Lan Ruoxi, smiled, and said, "Today is the happiest day in years. Since Dali loves to play so much, and his body is so much better now, why don't I keep another 50 million yuan into his cards to let him play as he pleases? "
Lan Ruoxi rolled her eyes at him and said, "You're so happy that you've lost your mind? Although we are not willing to give him this money, there is no need to give him so much at once. Fifty million Yuan was not a small amount, it would be bad for him if one targeted him for this money. Let's give him five million yuan first. That was enough for him to spend a few days. We can give him more once he's done. "
“Oke, I'll listen to you.” Hong Weiguo laughed loudly and said, “As long as his body condition can change for the better, even if I have to waste five billion yuan, it is worth it!”
Naturally, Hong Dali was unaware of the commotion at home. Right now, he was happily wasting.
The usually empty car park at Ye Lai Xiang nightclub is practically a mini car show today. A wide variety of top-notch sports cars are lined up as much as three lines. Colorful, from limousines to SUVs, to high-end sports cars — everything imaginable can be found here. This scene could completely blind the eyes of passers-by.
Those who are interested in cars can easily tell the value of these cars. It was no exaggeration to say that the value of these added cars was worth at least as much as two Ye Lai Xiang nightclubs, which was around 16 million yuan. Turning it into an RMB from Hong Dali's previous life, it was a total value of around 80 million yuan.
What's the real 80 million? One could buy 20 Lamborghinis worth 4 million yuan each, or 40 Land Rover, which means one for every classmate in Hong Dali class.
One could observe the level of luxury through this.
Inside Ye Lai Xiang.
"Big Bro Dali, this nightclub you bought is not so bad. Hehe, the decorations and facilities are all very complete." Being Hong Dali's sidekick, Ling Yi would naturally not hold back his flattery for Hong Dali.
"From what Little Master 1 saw, this place was full of violet and dazzling colors with golden light. It's entirely tempo Dali!" Du Xinzhen said mockingly, shaking her head and swinging her head as she said so.
Zhu Xiaoling, whose hair was tied into a ponytail, enviously said, "Young Master Dali is indeed capable. It took a massive effort for me to request several hundred thousand from my family, while Young Master Dali easily paid eight million yuan or so to buy the club tonight. You are really great! "
Lang Hao had always disliked the way Hong Dali wasted it. He stood to one side and sneered in a small voice, "How to squander, I will definitely not learn from him. There are not many people here, and the location is average. I don't have high respect for this place. "
Standing beside him, Wen Dongling loudly pinched him and said, "Young Master Dali usually doesn't care about you. Can you keep your own mouth?"
Lang Hao shrugged and said, "Okay, let's just say I'm jealous of him .. But seriously speaking, the wine here isn't bad." He waved his hand at the officer standing at the side. "What's the best wine you have here? Give me two bottles!"
Wen Donglin stomped her feet violently. "I can't be bothered with you anymore. You're embarrassing!"
It was worth saying that because of this class meeting, Hong Dali knew some of his classmates. It was impractical to ask her to remember everyone's name in one night, but just remembering the names of some of the people close to her was not a problem. For example, Ling Yi, who was always willing to follow him around; du Xinzhen, who had always referred to herself as the little master; zhu Xiaoling, who viewed Hong Dali as an idol; lang Hao, who had always called himself a little master, who had always disliked how Hong Dali wasted; lang Hao's girlfriend, Wen Dongling, and so on.
The gangs were present everywhere, and Hong Dali was quite certain that these people were the ones in his gang.
As he thought about this, Ling Xiaoyi silently walked over and whispered in his ear: "Young Master, there are two people who want to see you; a man and a woman. Do you want to see them?" He's talking about himself