Prodigal System
Chapter 7
After hearing the verdict from Hong Dali, the other contestants sighed in despair, blaming their parents for their incompetence!
Seems like no problem? If a woman is not beautiful, if a man is not fierce, there is no chance of being a lackey at all. Those who are not smart, whose reactions are too slow to please their master, have no chance of becoming a lackey.
Hong Dali happily stated, "Hmm, not a bad choice, good. Where's the driver?"
Driver: "I'm here."
Hong Dali: "One, two, three .. six, seven, eight, nine .. Six women and three men, each gave them a luxury car. Men will be drivers. The women, the passengers. It'll look good from the outside."
"…" The driver wiped the sweat off his forehead. "I understand, I'll arrange it right away!"
The chosen men and women were restless but excited and worshipped Hong Dali as if they were worshipping a God.
The contestants who did not manage to step on their feet and exclaimed how unjust God was.
"Okay, you, come here!" Hong Dali pointed in the prettiest direction among the lots, which looked to be around 22 or 23. “Pour your master and mistress a drink,” He then pointed at Tang Muxin and spoke to the others. "Did you see it? She's gonna be your mother! His words are my words! You should never go against his will, understand?"
Delapan antek yang tersisa menganggukkan kepala dan membungkuk. "Baik nyonya!"
Tang Muxin stood in the corner, furious. "Who is your mistress? Only this lost child is capable of doing something like this. Don't let me get involved!"
Eight minions: "Thank you, Madam, for your advice!"
"I said I'm not your mother!" Tang Muxin felt like she was on the verge of collapse. He shouldn't have come out with Hong Dali today. That was a terrible mistake. It couldn't be worse! He thought she was a very intelligent and intelligent girl, but being with Hong Dali was a shame for his intelligence.
Tang Muxin was so worried that if she stayed in place, she would rot.
Hong Dali nonchalantly flicked his finger, and a henchman immediately got up. "What can I help you with, sir?"
Delighted by the lackey's reaction, Hong Dali threw his bank card at the lackey. "Go, find a manager and give 5,000 yuan each. Finish the cost tonight."
One meeting worth 5,000 yuan — that could be their personal income. The eight minions were filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Teacher! May you have the eternity of blessing and long life."
It was as if they knew he had a weak constitution. The minions words made him very happy, and Hong Dali laughed. "Good, good, hurry. Let's go to the corner to sit down. Yeah, what about the lights? The music? Let's make it happen! That's right, the singer was — yes, you — why do you dream? Quick, start singing. I'll never forget to tip you. "
What does it mean to be a new rich man? What does it mean to waste money like a lost child? Here goes!
Sleep until satisfied, counting money until the hands hurt? Continues to? The best feeling in the world is to squander money without a care in the world!
After hearing how much this sucker had spent, the singer sang with all his might. Hong Dali could not accept it after just two verses. "Can't you pick a better song? I can't even swallow water this way!"
"Yes, yes, yes," The singer trembled in fear and anxiously sang another song, but the song was still not to the liking of Hong Dali. Before Hong Dali could say anything, something popped into his mind: Ever since I tipped him off, regardless of how stupid he was, he should know to sing the song he mastered. But he instead chose a bad song, one that others seemed to like. Does that mean songs like "Tears through the Metal Grill" are popular here? Shit, I can't live like this …
Hong Dali really liked listening to songs before he came to this world. It was one of the few things he could relax and enjoy without spending a single cent. The feeling of being in his own world when he enjoys music through earphones and reading novels is the best thing in the world. If only the songs here were that good. "Tears through the Metal Toaster" only changed his bad mood.
“Young Master, Mistress, your drink is here,” Hong Dali stopped his thoughts for a moment. The most beautiful among the nine minions walked in carrying silver trays that looked expensive. On top of the tray were two glistening purple glasses with an unknown liquid that smelled like jasmine flowers. What is worth mentioning is how shrewd this woman is. In a short time, the woman had turned into a servant dress. Her dark hair and petite waist, black lace attached to her thighs, soft red lips, big eyes, and rabbit ears on her head, white hairy bob on top of her ass …
"My name is Ling Xiaoyi. I'm 22 years old."
"Good, tip him!" Hong Dali instructed the other minions. "Did you see this? Learnt from. This is how you should act! Remember this and tip 5,000 dollars for Xiaoyi later."
"Yes yes!" The minions nodded furiously. At the same time, they began to think of what they could do to please the young master. Regarding — jobs to get 5,000 yuan at once easily by young master and equipped with a private car, who cares about work!
Many guessed the identity of this young man. He should be the famous lost son of the Hong family who was squandering like there was no end, Hong Dali!
Sure enough, just listen to the women buzzing nonstop. "Hong Dali, you really, you know the value of 5,000 yuan? Who tipped 5,000 people?" In the end, Tang Muxin felt sad. "I ... my usual daily shopping money is only 500 yuan …"
Without further ado, Hong Dali said, "Lackeys, do you know what to do now?"
The other minions looked at each other, not knowing what to do. On the other hand, Ling Xiaoyi was the most intelligent. He approached Tang Muxin respectfully. "Since Madam seems to be short on money, please accept this money and consider it as my way of respecting you."
After hearing this, the other minions panicked at once, pinching their own feet — how foolish, it was a good opportunity to show their loyalty …
Indeed, Hong Dali was very pleased with Ling Xiaoyi's reaction. He laughed and said, "Hmm, not bad, not bad! Very smart, you are indeed suitable to be a lackey!" He did not miss the opportunity to educate the rest. "Look at you, miss such a good opportunity, stupid minions! Stay standing all the time. Even a minion needs to understand what to do — I will give Xiaoyi another 5,000 yuan. In the future, he will be your leader. If I wasn't there, you'd listen to it, okay? "
The other lackeys stood together. "We understand!"
Tang Muxin watched in despair. "It's garbage, I, I admit defeat …"
The other lackeys who returned from the cashier, reported to Hong Dali, "Master, tonight's bill has been calculated. As of now, your total expenditure, including the tips given, is 73,588 yuan."
"Pu—" After hearing the total amount, Hong Dali took out his drink and exclaimed, "How much did you say that?"
"It's 7 ... 73,588 yuan." The minions could feel cold sweat on their backs. "Young Master, is this .. too expensive?"
"My feet are expensive!" So many people, including the tips that I had wasted in vain, only reached 73,588 yuan? The Great Lost System came to Hong Dali's mind. "The total bill is very little, but 50,000 tips are not counted for expenses. I must have done something wrong!"
There was another half hour to waste 201,912 yuan to complete the mission! But tips will not count!
Despite the crowd at the nightclub, the total bill is just a little over 20,000. When will the mission be completed?
Not enough time to go anywhere else. Hong Dali thought for a moment, then said without thinking twice, "Send my order, tell the manager, boss, tell me, and all the customers are here to invite their friends and everyone they know! Tonight is on me. Hurry on!"
"O.. alright!" The minions wiped the sweat off their foreheads and rushed to deliver the message.
Seeing the situation, Tang Muxin fell silent. "This waste will do anything to squander all the money. I can't marry him!"
Right at this moment, nightclub boss Ye Lai Xiang sped over and stood in front of Hong Dali, wiping his sweat. "Young Master Dali, do you have the time? Can you give me some time and listen to me?"
Hong Dali leaned against the sofa. A few servants beside him massaged his legs and peeled the fruit for him. He could no longer look disrespectful. While eating the peeled wine, he hummed. "What's wrong? You don't see me busy?" This is how trash behavior should be. Less than this would be a failed child!