Fat San thinks that he is also a gloomy and very urban person, not the kind of reckless man who lacks brains, so when he sees someone standing up to hinder his good deeds, the first thing he does is to look at the person.

Well, he is very handsome, tall, and handsome, and this alone commits the taboo of Fat San--- Fat San hates others being more handsome than himself!

Lao Tzu looks like Zhu Bajie, why are you Chow Yun-fat Andy Lau?

Look at the clothes that the man is wearing, the feet are white Lifan sneakers, a bargain, the pants are discolored jeans, which are also a bargain, and the upper body is wearing a very simple white T-shirt printed with the "Ericsson" advertisement, this is not a bargain, this is a free item!

Immediately, the fat three had a bottom in his heart--- this is a poor man!

Fat San snorted coldly, made a gesture of not being angry but laughing, and waited for the other party's reaction.

Looking at the young man again, he saw that Fat San was "not angry but laughing", but he didn't seem to feel anything--- just indifferently swept his eyebrows with the tail finger of his left hand, and then looked at Fat San without saying a word.

Fat three: "......"

He was waiting for the other party to ask "what are you laughing at", and then the fat three would reply with great momentum, "I laugh at you for being too naïve". But the other party was silent.

That's not the right script.

As long as the fat three continues to act by himself, he laughs a few times, reins in, and his expression becomes fierce: "Which green onion are you?

Young man: "Oh, my name is Song Zhichao. ”

Fat three: "......"

Is this mentally retarded?

How is it not on the channel?

"What do I call you?" I ask you if you are his accomplice?" Fat San angrily pointed to Nie Weidong, who was kneeling on the ground by his own men.

Song Zhichao looked at Nie Weidong and then at Fat San: "No." ”

Fat San: "Since it's not, then don't be nosy!

Fat San felt that he was merciful enough to say so much to this madman.

Song Zhichao: "Who will pay for my bicycle?"

Fat three: "......"

My brain is a little twitching--- it's all at this time, and I'm ruthless enough, do you still want a bicycle? What kind of bicycle do you want, don't you run for your life quickly!

Fat San was immediately furious, he felt that he had been teased, or rather, he had been teased.

Just when Fat San was about to get angry, Long Jianfei, who had been watching the play next to him, smiled, he pushed Fat San away, stood in front of Song Zhichao, and joked: "You are very interesting." ”

Song Zhichao looked at him and smiled: "Really?"

"You want a bike, don't you?"

"Yes. ”

"How much does your bicycle cost? one hundred and fifteen, or two hundred? Or else......" Long Jianfei said, took out his crocodile wallet from his arms, took out three hundred yuan from it, shook it at Song Zhichao, and then pinched it in front of Song Zhichao and let go of his hand, and three hundred-yuan bills floated to the ground.

"Take three hundred yuan, get out!" Long Jianfei said contemptuously to Song Zhichao, his tone seemed to be asking for food, and his attitude was more like charity.

The people around him saw it clearly and began to discuss---

"Wow, this Long Shao is really rich!"

"This broken bicycle is at most a hundred yuan, and it is even three hundred!"

"yes, that's two months' salary. ”

In the face of so much money, I am afraid that ordinary people will not be able to resist it for a long time, after all, in this era when the per capita salary is only about 100 yuan, 300 yuan is definitely a large amount.

Long Jianfei was very contemptuous, in his eyes, his favorite thing to do was to smash people with money, and then watch those smashed guys crawl under their feet like beggars, bending down to pick up money.

As Long Jianfei's girlfriend, Deng Caidie also felt very happy. Long Jianfei smashed people with money, which shows that he is very strong, and women like to cling to powerful men the most, not to mention, looking at the appearance of those ants who were smashed by money, she also felt very interesting--- weak people are only worthy of eating soil!

Fat San watched Long Jianfei play with such a hand, and couldn't help but admire in his heart, this is the demeanor of Da Shao--- look at it, with only three hundred yuan, he can smash people to death, making the other party look like a beggar!

At this moment, whether it was Long Jianfei, Deng Caidie, or Fat Sanyi, the gang were all waiting proudly to see Song Zhichao ugly, prostrate on the ground, like kowtowing to them, to pick up the three hundred yuan that fell.

But---

Song Zhichao glanced at the three hundred yuan, and said to Long Jianfei in a calm tone and seriously: "I am not short of money. ”

Long Jianfei: "......"

Deng Caidie: "......"

and Fat San, etc.: "......"

Nonsense!

Is there anything in this world that is not short of money?

Long Jianfei thinks that his family has a lot of money, but sometimes he also feels that he is short of money, especially when trading stocks, the more money the better.

But now, this bastard is saying that he is not short of money? Aren't you telling nonsense and lying to people in front of everyone? How can people be so shameless!

Long Jianfei didn't laugh angrily---

The fat three next to him saw Long Jianfei's expression, and only then did he feel that he had done a very bad job of "not being angry but laughing" just now, his eyes were not fierce enough, his attitude was not gloomy enough---, he had to learn more, his temperament could not be superficial, and the bad guys were not so easy to do.

Long Jianfei stretched out his hand and pointed to the money on the ground, looked at Song Zhichao with evil eyes, and said in a gloomy tone: "Are you too little?"

Song Zhichao replied very seriously: "I'm not short of money. ”

Day, still the same sentence.

Long Jianfei: "......"

"If it's too little, I'll give you a few more, young master, what I have is money!" After speaking, Long Jianfei took out his wallet again, pulled out a wad of money from it, and flew towards Song Zhichao's face: "One, two, three, four, five--- it's enough!"

There was a silence for a while.

Five hundred, plus the previous three hundred--- eight hundred!

Eight hundred for a bike?

To be rich is to be capricious.

Everyone was silent, only the tape stall on the street sang loudly: "Do you know, do you know, I ......am also grateful for the flowers I am waiting for" is the new song of the king Jacky Cheung this year, affectionate and touching.

......

On the ground were sprinkled with brand-new eight hundred dollars.

In this era, the general market is still circulating 10 yuan bills, and 100 yuan bills are rare, so the 800 yuan is enough to dazzle people's eyes.

At this moment, facing the eight hundred yuan spilled on the ground, Song Zhichao smiled, and then he bent down.

The people around sighed, after all, they still couldn't hold back, young people should love money.

Yes, with so much money, who is not tempted?

800 yuan, but many people's wages for more than half a year.

Long Jianfei was very proud, looked at Song Zhichao who was bending down to pick up money contemptuously, and said in his heart, he still won, it's cool to smash people with money, I didn't let this guy succumb just now, but I smashed it a little less--- I thought it was a hard bone, but I didn't expect it to be a cartilage cat, as long as I gave more, it would be very cheap.

Deng Caidie looked at Song Zhichao, who bent down to pick up money, pursed her red lips, and her face was also full of disdain. Originally, she saw that Song Zhichao was quite handsome, and he was a good little white face, but when Song Zhichao didn't want three hundred yuan, Deng Caidie's eyes were still shining, and she felt that this young man was quite arrogant, but now --- turned out to be a greedy ghost!

Fat San sneered, looked at Song Zhichao who bent down to pick up money, and wanted to go up and kick him to the ground--- pretending to be forced, let you pretend to be forced just now! It turned out that it was not arrogant, but because there was less money!

sex, the fat man hates you the most!

Nie Weidong, who was pressed to the ground and couldn't get up, also watched Song Zhichao bend down to pick up the money, before he saw Song Zhichao stand up to help him, and with a trace of gratitude; Seeing that he was not moved by the money, gratitude turned into admiration, but now, ---

It turns out that people are really small, the so-called tall and tall do not exist at all, and they are vulnerable in the face of money and interests!

Despise!

Many people despise Song Zhichao!

despised Song Zhichao, who was bending over the ground to pick up money seriously!

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