Chapter 38

parallel world.

XX city.

In an ultra-luxury five-star hotel.

A man in luxurious clothes was lying on a velvet lounge chair, smoking the world's most expensive Cuban cigar and drinking the most expensive red wine, with a melancholy expression on his face.

"Who can tell me……"

"What should I do!"

"Who can help me!? Huh huh..."

Following the man's painful cry, a mass of white light suddenly descended on his luxurious room.

strong!

Dazzling!

Like an angel descending!

Immediately afterwards, a domineering voice sounded:

"let me help you!!"

There was a snap.

The Cuban cigar quietly fell to the ground.

The man stared blankly at the person who suddenly appeared in his room, and knelt down with a plop.

"Angel?"

"Are you an angel?"

"That's right!"

Su Chen replied domineeringly.

"I'm the angel who came to save you! Aren't you short of money?"

"Come!"

"Here is 300,000, spend it!"

Su Chen threw out a large bag of banknotes arrogantly, and then, he suddenly found out.

This place, it seems, is not quite right...

Order issuer, isn't it very short of money?

But the place where he lived was luxuriously decorated, resplendent and resplendent, and there were a lot of expensive cigars and red wine on the table.

And this room...

There is also a sense of familiarity!

"Fuck!"

Su Chen remembered.

The layout of this room is very similar to a movie he watched in his previous life!

that movie was...

The richest man in Xihong City! !

"Gulu~~"

Su Chen swallowed, looked at the man kneeling on the ground:

"You...you are Wang Duoyu?"

"I am."

Wang Duoyu stood up directly from the ground and immediately became angry.

"Brother Angel! What do you mean by sending me money?"

"You still think I don't have enough money?!"

"..."

Su Chen was completely speechless.

Mud horse!

Made a big oolong!

It turns out that the "worry about money" mentioned in the Taobao order is not because of lack of money, but because there is too much money to spend!

In the movie "The Richest Man in Xihong City", Wang Duoyu's second uncle asked him to spend 1 billion within one month!

If he can do it, he can inherit his 30 billion assets!

If not, Wang Duoyu will become a pauper again!

"Brother Angel, you are talking!"

"Aren't you sent by God to save me?"

"You're fucking playing with me! Grass!"

Wang Duoyu was very angry.

In the next second, a black shadow flew behind him!

Boom!

Before he could react, Su Chen cut him unconscious with a knife in his hand.

"Didn't you spend more than 1 billion?"

"let me help you!"

Su Chen smiled evilly, and took out a human skin mask as thin as a cicada's wings from the spatial warehouse.

Superhuman skin mask.

The baby drawn from the points slot machine.

As long as he wears it, Su Chen can perfectly transform into Wang Duoyu, even his best brother Zhuang Qiang will never recognize him!

…

23 days left.

Su Chen had to pretend to be Wang Duoyu and spend all 1 billion to inherit 30 billion property!

30 billion...

With such a large sum of money, if he successfully brought it back to the main world, Su Chen would be able to reach the sky in one step!

"Set a small goal and lose him 1 billion!"

after an hour.

Su Chen put on Wang Duoyu's leopard-print designer jacket, contacted financial supervisor Xia Zhu, and accompanied him to the bar.

"Mr. Wang, it's so late, what do you want to do in the bar?"

Xia Zhu was sitting on the co-pilot of an Aston Martin, crossing her arms angrily.

"Look at your question!"

Su Chen smiled while driving the car.

"What else can you do in a bar? Of course, it's to spend and spend money!"

"spendthrift!"

Xia Zhu rolled his eyes and cursed softly.

Dior bar.

The most upscale bar in Xihong City, a mixed bag of dragons and snakes.

As soon as he entered, Su Chen yelled loudly:

"It's my birthday today, I'll pay for everyone's expenses in this bar!"

"Get me all pissed off!"

"You can drink it!"

Snapped!

After Su Chen finished speaking, he threw an American Express Centurion Black Card on the bar.

"Wow ah ah!"

"so hot!"

"Uncle is so handsome!"

"It's nice to have money!"

There was cheers in the bar.

Many little girls with heavy makeup looked at Su Chen with alluring eyes.

Su Chen didn't go to the box, but bought a booth and ordered a table full of Remy Martin, Chivas Regal, Hennessy...

Louis XIII directly blew on the bottle, took a sip and spit three mouthfuls, making the people around him stunned...

How much money does this person have?

"Mr. Wang!"

"You can't drink any more!"

Xia Zhu snatched Su Chen's wine bottle and said angrily:

"Do you know how expensive Dior's Bar is? You can buy a round of wine, but invite everyone in the bar... it will cost at least a million!"

"What?"

Su Chen was stunned for a moment, "Only one million?"

"..."

Xia Zhu was completely speechless.

"Mr. Wang, I know you are rich!"

"But no matter how rich you are, you can't spend it like this! If you continue like this, at most three months, you will become a pauper!"

"puff--"

Su Chen spat out a mouthful of Hennessy.

Damn!

Isn't that the end of the calf!

After taking a few more sips of wine, Su Chen came to the DJ table in the bar and gave the DJ thousands of dollars to give him the microphone.

"Everyone—"

Su Chen's resonant voice resounded through the bar:

"I would like to ask, is there any campus loan here?"

Every corner of the bar fell silent.

More than a hundred people looked at Su Chen, and no one knew what he wanted to do.

"Is there any brother who borrows campus loans!?"

"I, Wang Duoyu, want to borrow one million!"

"The higher the interest rate, the better!"

Su Chen held the microphone in his hand, and his arrogant voice spread everywhere.

"Crazy..."

The customers were all amused. How can anyone borrow a campus loan and demand the higher the interest rate?

Have a grudge against money?

"Mr. Wang, are you crazy!"

"Come down!"

Xia Zhu stomped her feet anxiously.

"I!"

"I'm engaged in campus loans!"

A yellow-haired bastard raised his hand and stood up.

"Our company's loan interest rate is 100%! How about it, Boss Wang, do you dare to borrow?"

"100% interest rate?"

Su Chen was so angry that he opened his mouth and cursed.

"Get out of here!"

"How dare you come out to lend at 100% interest rate? Don't be ashamed!"

"Trash! Go eat shit!"

Huang Mao was stunned by the spray.

100% interest rate is still low?

Borrow one and repay two, big brother!

This is, Su Chen waved his hand and announced loudly.

"Stop talking about rubbish with an interest rate below 300%, it's a waste of my time."

"Too arrogant!"

"madman!"

"A brainless one!"

"Have a grudge against money!"

"Does he not know how terrifying the interest rate of usury is?"

Everyone thought he was crazy.

"Our company, 500% interest rate!"

Suddenly, a domineering voice sounded.

Su Chen looked over with joy.

It was a man with a scar on his face, sitting by the bar, looking at him with disdain.

"How about it, boy? It's 100 times higher than the bank's lending rate. Do you dare to borrow it?"

"You are the one!!"

Su Chen ran down from the disc playing table in a flash, rushed to the side of the scar-faced man, and said excitedly.

"Brother, it's a good deal! 500% interest rate, whoever repents is a puppy!"

"Well……"

"You, are you serious?"

The man with the scar face was dumbfounded.

He said it casually.

In the entire history of usury, I am afraid that there has never been such a crazy interest rate, and only fools would borrow it!

subsequently.

Under Su Chen's strong request, the man with the scar face made a loan contract with a 500% interest rate, and lent Su Chen one million, with a face covered all the way...