"Boss Jiang!"

"Dad!"

"Mr. Jiang, immediately send an ambulance to Mr. Jiang to the hospital. ”

"There is a doctor here, hurry up and call the doctor to come and see Boss Jiang's situation. ”

In an instant, there was chaos in the field, and screams came and went.

Even Zhao Lang was stunned, and couldn't help but shake his head lightly: "No, I vomited blood like this, and my psychological quality is too poor, right?"

"Zhao Lang!"

Jiang Han in front screamed angrily when he heard this, and he was about to run over and tear it with red eyes, just like crazy.

"I'll fight with you!"

"Hanhan, don't be like this. ”

"This young lady, please don't get excited. ”

Wei Jiale on the side and the security guards who surrounded him hurriedly stopped it, coupled with Jiang Yongli's situation, the field became more and more chaotic.

It wasn't until the doctor arrived that the situation calmed down slightly.

"It's not a big deal. ”

After some examination, the doctor gently helped Jiang Yongli to sit on the soft chair: "Mr. Jiang is just emotional, causing the recurrence of old injuries, just rest for a while and recuperate for a few days." ”

"Of course, you have to regulate your mood these days, and staying up late, drinking and the like are also prohibited. ”

"Yes, yes, doctor. ”

Jiang Han nodded again and again on the side, and watched the doctor leave.

"Looks like it's fine. ”

Zhao Lang shook his head lightly in the back, as if he had some regret about this result.

"Since the person is fine, let's move on and see what business is next?"

"Slow down!"

Suddenly, Jiang Yongli, who looked weak, raised his hand and stopped the movements of several people on the booth.

He propped himself up from his seat and looked at Zhao Lang: "I want to ask, do you have so much money?"

"At this bidding meeting, all you want is cash!"

"You don't have to worry about money. ”

Zhao Lang played with his cigar and said lightly: "As long as I promise it, money is naturally not a problem." ”

"I don't think so!"

Jiang Yongli snorted coldly, although he had just vomited blood and his face was pale, the momentum accumulated over the years was not weak.

"You have to get involved in any business, and now there should be more than 200 million, right?"

"If you add the 500 million you asked for just now, it is more than 700 million, so much cash, can you take it out?"

More than 700 million yuan in cash can be taken out within two or three days, and even a group with assets of 10 billion yuan can do it.

And Zhao Lang, in their opinion, even if he is rich, there is a high probability that he is only the rich second generation of someone's family.

The top rich second generation in China, one is counted as one, and there are so many people who take out so much money without the permission of their families?

In other words, it is impossible for him to come up with this money at all!

"I think you're trying to mess up this bidding dinner. ”

Jiang Yongli took a big breath and said in a deep voice: "Did you not plan to take over these businesses from the beginning, and only planned to pay a little liquidated damages?"

Well?

As soon as these words fell, the expressions of everyone in the audience moved, and the eyes that looked at Zhao Lang became unkind.

Truly!

Today's bidding will not be formal, and if the contract is broken, there will not be many liquidated damages.

If he didn't plan to take over the business from the beginning, it would explain Zhao Lang's crazy move in front of him.

"Sir, do you want to explain?"

"Your surname is Zhao, right? I don't know which family it is, with what you just did, we have reason to suspect that you don't want to take over the business as agreed. ”

"Not bad!"

Everyone nodded again and again: "If you just want to pay the liquidated damages, then don't blame us for being polite!"

"Humph!"

Jiang Yongli snorted even more coldly, staring at Zhao Lang with his eyes.

And Jiang Han, Wei Jiale and others were already bright-eyed, with excited faces, just waiting for him to make a fool of himself.

"Heh......"

Zhao Lang sighed lightly, got up and stood up from his seat.

Just as he was about to say something, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

"Congratulations on your fortune, congratulations on your wonderful, please come over the best, please go away if you don't ...... bad"

The cheerful mobile phone ringtone came to an abrupt end, and the broken screen of the multigrain brand mobile phone also appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Hey!"

"Boss, when are you coming back?"

Mo Xiaoxi's voice came from the phone: "Do you want me to pick you up, I'm fine at night." ”

You're enthusiastic!

Zhao Lang rolled his eyes: "No need, wait for me to take a taxi back." ”

"...... like this"

I could hear that there was a slight regret in Mo Xiaoxi's voice: "Okay, I'll make you some sobering tea and wait for you to come back." ”

"Got it. ”

Zhao Lang nodded and hung up the phone casually.

At this time, Fan Hu on the side had already stood up and opened his mouth to explain his identity to everyone.

"Ladies and gentlemen. ”

Fan Hu stretched out his hand to Zhao Lang and said, "Mr. Zhao Lang Zhao is the owner of Dafugui Investment Company. ”

"You've all heard of this name, right?"

"Dafugui Investment Company?"

Some frowned, but many more were moved.

"Zhao Lang, the god of stocks in the recent gossip legend?"

"How did I hear that it was the Futures Holy Hand?"

"Same, same!"

One person replied: "I heard that whether this person is in the stock market or the futures market, what do you buy and what do you earn?"

"I also heard that with 20 million to enter the market, in just one month, I bought hundreds of millions. ”

"Really?"

"It should be true. This is what Shen San of Wanhua Group told me, and I heard that Zhu Yan of Wengela also has some friendship with him. ”

"Dafugui Investment Company, this name is really ......"

"Regardless of the name of the company, he should have no problem with the funds in his hands. ”

"Of course!"

Fan Hu's voice was mentioned, and he said: "Mr. Zhao's personal assets have exceeded one billion, and the funds that can be manipulated are even more billion. ”

"Within three days, there will be no problem in withdrawing 3 billion cash out, and I can guarantee this!"

Three billion!

Cash!

In a gathering of non-top rich people in a non-first-tier city, it is enough to sweep everything!

The sum of all the buying and selling in this tender is estimated to be a little more than half of the three billion!

"Hmmm......"

Jiang Yongli's body shook, and his throat was already sweet.

"Dad!"

Jiang Han's face was panicked, and he hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

"Let's go!"

Jiang Yongli bent over, panting and said, "Let's go!"

"Okay, good Dad. ”

Jiang Han nodded again and again, and then didn't say hello to the others, and walked towards the outside of the venue with Jiang Yongli in his arms.

"That's leaving?"

Zhao Lang took a breath of smoke and looked at the two people passing by with a smile: "Don't stay a while, Boss Jiang, Miss Jiang!"

"You ......"

Jiang Yongli's face turned red, forcibly suppressed the breath surging in his chest, and stopped and glared at Zhao Lang.

"Even if you have some money, according to your current failure, it is estimated that it will not be long before you become nothing!"

"You don't have to worry about it. ”

Zhao Lang sat down and shook Erlang's legs lightly: "It's you, with black forehead and ominous face, I think it's going to go bankrupt soon!"

"You ......"

"Why do you talk like that!"

Before the Jiang family's father and daughter got angry, Wei Jiale, who was following behind, had already jumped out, pointed at Zhao Lang and said angrily: "It's great to be rich! If you have money, you can humiliate others casually! You think that if you have money, we are afraid of you!"

"Bang bang...... Bang bang ......"

Zhao Lang clapped his palms lightly and praised: "Well said, well said, what you said is really quack!"

"But alas, why do I feel so harsh when these words come out of your mouth?"

Shaking his head, Zhao Lang plucked out his ears: "But it doesn't matter, anyway, I think you are similar to them, and it won't be long before you will be on the streets." ”

"You!"

"Lele, let's go, let's go!"

Jiang Han pulled his friend, swept Zhao Lang with cold eyes, and helped Jiang Yongli to walk towards the sidelines.