Chapter 120

"Madam, may I ask..." The waiter turned her eyes to Li Xue and asked if she wanted to check out.

Li Xue pointed to Chen Feng and interrupted, "don't look for me. Look for him. He'll settle the account."

The waiter was helpless and turned his eyes to Chen Feng.

Chen Feng didn't say anything, just smile and say, "swipe the card."

There was an unexpected look on the waiter's face. The man in front of him didn't seem to be able to afford 1.8 million people. However, he thought so, but he said with a smile: "Sir, please go to the front desk with me."

Then they went out of the box and went to the front platform.

"Everyone is optimistic about Chen Feng. Don't let him run away." Li Xue warns aloud.

"Li Xue, my husband, he is not that kind of person." Xia Mengyao said with a cold face that Li Xue's behavior is typical of a gentleman's stomach with a villain's heart. Since Chen Feng said he would treat him, let alone 1.8 million, even if it was 18 million, he would invite him.

Li Xue sneered and said, "Xia Mengyao, Chen Feng, he is your husband, not my husband. How can I know who he is? In case he wants to talk like a fart and run away when we don't pay attention to it, will you pay for the 1.8 million meal money?"

"You..." Xia Mengyao's tone is stagnant. She finds that she can't be together with Li Xue.

Several boys' faces changed, and began to lean towards Chen Feng without trace. Li Xue's words were not unreasonable. It was 1.8 million yuan. If Chen Feng really wanted to run away, Xu Dongliang would not take out all of them. At most, he would take out hundreds of thousands of yuan at most. I mean, they should share the rest. Everyone has to give out 340000 yuan at least.

Thirty or forty thousand, but most of them have half a year's salary. If they spend it for a meal, they will not die of heartache.

In this way, a group of people gathered around Chen Feng and came to the cashier's desk. Liu Bo happened to be here. However, Liu Bo didn't have a good face for them at this time, especially Xu Dongliang, who left a bad impression on Liu Bo.

"Check out. I'll call your father." Li Xue hands ring chest, cold looking at Chen Feng Road.

Wang Jiameng is holding Xu Dongliang's arm and waiting to see Chen Feng's jokes. She knows the details of Chen Feng. Even if she has savings in recent years, she will never be too much. It is possible to take out 1800 yuan, but it is a pure dream to take out 1.8 million yuan!

Chen Feng smiles and takes out a card from his pocket and hands it to the front desk.

Seeing Chen Feng, Li Xue frowned. Does this rubbish really have so much money?

"Do you really have 1.8 million cards?" Li Xue couldn't help speaking.

Chen Feng seemed to smile: "are you afraid?"

"Fart! How can I be afraid Li Xue's neck is a stem, hard scalp explained: "I'm just afraid you take an empty card here to pretend to force, then we'll lose our face together."

"Li Xue is right. Mengyao, if your husband's card really has no money, there is no need to make a fat face. I have a card here. The card has three million yuan. I can lend it to your husband. When you have money, you can return it to me." Xu Dongliang smiles and takes out a black gold card. However, the meaning of his words is very clear. The money is lent to Chen Feng, not to Chen Feng. So if Chen Feng doesn't return it, Xia Mengyao, who is Chen Feng's wife, may not escape his magic.

"No, my husband. He has money." Xia Mengyao's cold road.

Money? Wang Jiameng disdains her mouth. How rich can a delivery man have?

At this time, the cashier finally used the poss machine to brush Chen Feng's card.

The bank card crossed the card slot, and a long string of zeros appeared on the computer. Suddenly, the pupil of the cashier was tightened, and then he rubbed his eyes.

"What? Don't you have a dime in this trash card? " Seeing the cashier's reaction was strange, Li Xue raised her eyebrows and asked with her teeth clenched.

The rest of the people turned ugly, and sure enough, they shouldn't expect a takeout man to come up with 1.8 million.

The cashier pursed his lips, said nothing, and even his hands trembled. It was not that Chen Feng's card had no money, but that Chen Feng's card had too much money! So many that she can't count!

First one, then nine zeros!

Billion!

A billion!

After five years of working as a cashier, she has seen all the cards, and the total money is not as much as Chen Feng's card alone!

All of a sudden, she felt that the so-called local tyrants and the second generation of rich people she had seen before were simply weak and explosive!

In front of Chen Feng, a man with a billion yuan in his card, everything is floating clouds!

"What are you doing? If he doesn't have money in his card, you can tell me straight. Don't worry about his face. " Wang Jiameng looks at the cashier discontentedly.

"Mengyao, let your husband brush my card. I have money in my card." Xu Dongliang also smiles and turns his eyes to Xia Mengyao. As long as Xia Mengyao takes his money, he is confident that he will turn Xia Mengyao into his plaything.Xia Mengyao didn't speak. She was also a little strange at the moment. Why was the cashier's expression so strange? Was Chen Feng's card really short of money? Was she trying to make a fat man?

"What's the matter, the card balance is not enough?" Liu Bo also frowned. Zheng Jia is an old cashier of Huaqi mansion. He has seen all kinds of scenes. How could he be so disrespectful today.

At this time, Zheng Jiacai finally responded, shaking his head and saying, "enough is enough!"

The money of Chen Feng's card, let alone pay for a meal, is to buy the whole Huaqi mansion. It's no problem!

"You can swipe your card and stay there for what." Liu Bo reprimanded.

"I'm sorry, manager Liu. I'll do it right now." Zheng Jia is busy apologizing. She is really out of tune today. After all, she is an ordinary person. When she sees a billion yuan in front of her, there is no reason why she is not shocked.

Seeing that Chen Feng lost the password and paid for the meal, everyone opened his mouth and looked very strange.

What a waste! 1.8 million?!

Li Xue is full of disbelief, looking at Liu Bo and saying, "manager Liu, is your cashier wrong? How could this lousy card have 1.8 million?"

"We can't make a mistake with the cashier." Liu Bo said with a black face, this is 1.8 million yuan. If Zheng Jia really makes a mistake, she has to pay by herself.

"Why not? Manager Liu, I'm afraid you don't know. This lousy loser is just a delivery man. How could he take out 1.8 million yuan? " Li Xue still does not give up. She thinks there must be something wrong.

"Why can't the delivery man get 1.8 million?" Liu Bo's face is a little gloomy. Although he is the lobby manager of Huaqi mansion now, he was also a delivery man five or six years ago, so he hated it most and others looked down on him.