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Zheng Feiyue had talked about two girlfriends in university, but nothing came of it in the end. If one were to speak of sadness and reminiscence, there must be, but if one were to speak of unforgettable feelings, it was lacking.

Naturally, such a love could not convince the little fatty.

The little fatty mocked, "See, you don't even believe it yourself."

"But priceless love does exist." Zheng Feiyue said, "Just because you haven't experienced it doesn't mean you don't have it."

Although arguing with a little brat was funny, Zheng Feiyue still believed in love.

"Nothing is priceless. As long as you have money, you can buy anything." The current him seemed to have already recovered from his heartbreak, and an extremely evil expression once again appeared on his face. "If you have the money, then you can look down on everything."

Zheng Feiyue drank a mouthful of beer and suddenly felt that arguing with a little brat was really stupid.

The little fatty continued, "I have money. I can have any kind of woman I want, but why must I look for my dog shit true love?" I, Wang Zihao, do not need true love! "

Alright, I really got over it.

Zheng Feiyue was speechless for a long time. He wanted to correct the little god's radiance on love, but he found that he couldn't come up with any strong excuses. He could only drink a mouthful of beer gloomily.

The bar was bustling as before, but the atmosphere between the two was a bit heavy.

"So boring." The little fatty shook his head and actually stood on the table as he roared, "Whoever comes and drinks with me, this young lord will heavily reward you."

The moment he said that, all the guests at the surrounding tables looked over.

To the west, there's a woman in a booth. She's dressed up very well, and looks like she's from a bad business." She smiled. "Whose kid is this? Why are you here pretending to be a grandpa?

Little Fatso looked over and pointed at her. "You dare to question me?" Philips, show him my power! "

With that, Philips who was seated in the corner stood up and walked towards the lady.

The woman suddenly saw a black burly man walking towards her. A trace of fear flashed in her eyes, and she shrank back.

"Little Fatty, don't cause trouble at the bar." Zheng Feiyue hurriedly said. Someone who watched this kind of bar definitely had something to look for, and it was definitely not a good person.

The little fatty shook his head and said loudly, "Philips, smash him hard for me."

Zheng Feiyue's face changed, he thought to himself that it's fine to beat someone up, but you still want to smash a bar?

But in the next second, his eyeballs almost popped out.

When Philips got close to the woman, he did not do anything. Instead, he took out a thick stack of money from his chest and ruthlessly "landed" on her body.

The woman opened her mouth to scream, but the second half was a surprise. She held the stack of money tightly in her arms and said loudly, "Smash me to death, smash me to death!"

Philips took out another stack of money, but he did not "throw it" over. Instead, he said: "Come and drink with my boss, all of this money is yours."

The woman did not hesitate as she ran to Wang Zihao's side with a cocktail in hand and said coquettishly while half-nestling: "Little Young Master, open your mouth."

The little fatty took a sip, then said to Zheng Feiyue with a smile. "Since you don't have a Brother-in-law, you can do whatever you want with money."

Zheng Feiyue opened his mouth, but he did not know what to say.

"Ding!" "Your speechlessness allowed the host to experience the thrill of conquest, increasing the level of the connection. Current level of correlation: 66%."

What a god's special pleasure to conquer!

"One is not enough, Philips!" The little fatty shouted loudly.

Philips bowed and said, "Your orders will be perfectly executed."

Finished speaking, Philips walked to the bar's DJ stand, took the microphone and asked: "Which lady is willing to accompany my boss for a drink?"

After a few seconds of silence, women stood up one after the other.

There were even women with men.

With a hula sound, dozens of women rushed over.

The little fatty snapped his fingers, and Philips began to pay.

Zheng Feiyue was dumbstruck at the side. In a short minute, this fellow threw out tens of thousands of gold just to get these women to drink with him.

This was too willful!

The little fatty laughed loudly and said, "Did you see that? There's no need for love at all with money."

"Ding!" "Your speechlessness made the host feel refreshed. The current relationship level has increased. Current relationship level: 70%."

More than 80% of the women in the bar went to Little Fatso's side. The strangest thing was that the guys beside these women did not do anything too extreme. Perhaps in their eyes, drinking with a friend and taking a lot of money was a very worthwhile deal.

Little Fatso was clustered around a group of women. Since a single cup of wine was worth ten thousand yuan, the persuading voices from beside him could be heard unceasingly. He didn't need to do anything. He only needed to make the woman look good, add a bit on her wine cup and Philips would pass her a stack of money.

In the midst of all the chirping, the little fatty said to Zheng Feiyue in a loud voice, "I didn't have a choice in the past, but in the future, I want to become an artillery king."

Zheng Feiyue almost fell flat on his head!

"..."

Is it possible to do whatever you want with money?

Zheng Feiyue didn't know, but he knew that if you had the money and were too arrogant, there would definitely be people who disliked you, and would even come looking for trouble with you.

Just as the little fatty was immersed in his "Happy Village", five to six men walked over. These people did not look like good people. The tattooed man had all of them, and the leader had a fierce expression.

"Little friend, I heard that when I accompany you to drink, I will have the money to take it." I have nothing better to do with my brothers, how about I drink with you? "We've already said that our alcohol capacity is quite good. You should prepare more money for us." The ferocious looking man smiled evilly.

The little fatty looked at him and said, "I don't need a man to accompany me in drinking."

The fierce-looking man gave his underlings a look, and those tattooed men began to chase them away, rudely chasing away the women who surrounded the little fatty.

"You have no choice now." The man's eyes revealed a murderous look.

Not only was the little fatty not afraid, he said with a smile, "Are you planning on robbing me?"

"You can't speak carelessly." The man shook his head and took a glass of beer from his subordinate. He finished it with a gulp and said seriously, "I just drank a bit more than ten mouthfuls. I'll give you two hundred thousand yuan. Here you go."

"I won't give it to you." The little fatty shook his head.

The man revealed a savage smile, "Little friend, if you don't go, something bad will happen. You are so young, Uncle doesn't want to scare you. "Obediently bring me the money that you owe, uncle, can I introduce you to a girlfriend?"

Zheng Feiyue watched coldly from the side. Honestly speaking, he was not really that worried about Little Fatty's safety. Although there were six or seven bullies in front of him, Philips had four of them too.

At this moment, the bar was completely silent. Everyone knew that the matter wasn't as simple as it seemed.

The men who had urged their female companions to go for the money now showed their abominable expressions.

"This brat is too arrogant, even Brother Tiger can't watch this anymore."

"He deserves it, to not know how to keep a low profile despite having so much money!"

"This brat should be taught a lesson."

Little Fatso heard the discussions in the surroundings and was extremely angry. He shouted, "Philips, this guy's mouth stinks, drag him to the toilet and eat shit!"

The next second, four muscular African men stood up from the bar.

Their expressions were calm, and they looked at these hoodlums in front of them as if they were nothing.