Chapter 270 Is My Money Blown in by the Wind?



"Mr. Song, you're a big man with a generous spirit, just let us go like a fart!"

Captain Liu came up with a shameless smile and flattered, "Look at you, such a big shot, getting mad over such a trivial matter really isn't worth it!"

"Yeah, yeah, you handle hundreds of thousands of dollars in just a few minutes, this phone is just a drop in the bucket."

Looking at the people in front of him, Song Yun really hadn't expected them to be so thick-skinned.

At that moment, Secretary Liu was standing to the side, covering his face in embarrassment. Although he was not directly related to these five people, they were all from within the system; their behavior was truly making Song Yun think less of them!

Even his own father could become a target of disdain!!!

If possible, Secretary Liu really wanted to kick each of them out with his own foot!

"What does my wealth have to do with you? Do you think my money comes from the wind?"

Upon hearing this, Captain Liu quickly waved his hands and said, "We're just hoping you can let us off the hook. As for what Wang Yiguo said, he can figure it out himself. The four of us will compensate you the original price of your phone, how about that?"

Song Yun's mouth curled into a smile as he looked them over, finally stopping on Wang Yiguo and asking with a laugh, "How are you feeling now?"

"Fair-weather friends! I damn well wish I'd never met them!"

Wang Yiguo hung his head and yelled bitterly.

This made the other four's faces turn red instantly, they indeed hadn't behaved honorably in this affair, but the price was just too high to ignore, it was hard to part with money even when it wasn't righteously earned!

"Fine, the four of you compensate me for the phone and you can leave."

Song Yun tossed them a bank account number, and the four looked delighted, quickly pooling their money together.

After five minutes, Song Yun's account received the funds. He waved them off, and the four of them, bumping into each other, left the Bashuan Building laughing merrily.

"Wang Yiguo, what do you say?"

"I... I don't have any money..."

"Oh? Your position is quite lucrative, how can you not have even that much money?"

Hearing this, Wang Yiguo bit his lip and after holding back for ages muttered, "I've been in this position nearly ten years, without taking a dime. Even if this matter reaches the inspectors, I can still say the same. At most, I usually... just eat meals... that's all..."

Song Yun looked quizzically at Secretary Liu, who cleared his throat and slowly said, "Although this tapeworm has no real talent, he's actually very clean. The place where he lives is still some old house built in the 80s in the Magic Capital."

Song Yun casually commented as he picked up some food with his chopsticks.

Liu Dami and the others knew this was a warning to them. After all, it wasn't quite fitting for them, given their status, to frequently attend these expensive feasts that could cost tens of thousands.

By the time everyone had left, only Xia Fu and his nephew remained, shivering and standing in place.

They had a saying back in Forty-nine City that was not an exaggeration: nine out of ten people hit by a brick would hold an exceptional status.

Moreover, in Forty-nine City, the influence of businessmen wasn't that great. Even though they earned enough money for an ordinary person's lifetime expenses every day, they were extremely cautious and dared not overstep the rules.

So upon arriving in Magic Capital, the two of them had little respect for people like Wang Yiguo. As long as they kept up appearances, that was enough. On the other hand, they were amazed by the business environment in Magic Capital.

When they saw today that Song Yun was also deeply connected with the upper echelons of Magic Capital, Xia Fu's view of Song Yun changed entirely. This young man was too terrifying!

"I'm giving you three days to close down the restaurant. Can you do that?"

Song Yun asked lightly while eating, but Xia Fu never dared to let his guard down for a moment.

"You are the last customers we are hosting in Magic Capital. Once you finish eating, we'll shut down immediately,"

Xia Fu said, bending over respectfully.

"The dishes are good, and the prices are fair, too bad one bad apple has spoiled the whole batch,"

Song Yun and Ye Qingqing put down their chopsticks, and the two left Bachuan Lou.

"Whew..."

Xia Fu let out a long sigh of relief. Song Yun's oppressive presence was too strong; even without saying or doing anything, a mere look from him was enough to intimidate.

"Uncle, are we really going back to Forty-nine City?"

The manager asked, staring at his swollen face.

He didn't want to go back at all. After all, living at home in Forty-nine City, facing his elder brother every day, he couldn't escape being scolded, unlike the freedom he enjoyed in Magic Capital!

"It's all because of you, you worthless thing! If only you had learned a thing or two from me, we could have made a name for ourselves in Magic Capital's Bachuan Lou!"

Xia Fu said with a heavy heart, "Prepare yourself to be scolded by your elder brother once we're back in Forty-nine City!"

The manager sighed heavily as he looked at the surrounding waitstaff, realizing that he would soon have to say farewell to all this!