Four people, from entering the box to leaving, only took more than half an hour, but it cost more than 1.3 million. Of course, this is just normal consumption on weekdays.

"What's going on outside, so noisy?" Lin Jiahao frowned, looked at the somewhat chaotic hall, and looked at the lobby manager.

The lobby manager was a little embarrassed, he had been dealing with the current situation for more than ten minutes, but he hadn't done it yet, so he could only explain: "Young Master Lin, I don't know where the troupe came from, beating gongs and drums to ask for good luck, there are more people, and it is a little difficult for the security guards to drive them away." ”

"It's really incompetent!" Lin Jiahao glared at the lobby manager, as if he had the demeanor of the quasi-son-in-law of the Cao family.

"We walked from the garage. Deng Qinsheng carried half a bottle of ice wine that had been delicately packaged, pulled Zhang Jinzhao and them, and directly left Lin Jiahao in the hall, it was obvious that looking at him was nosy.

At this moment, a white figure swooped past the two of them, passed through the hall, and rushed out of the door.

"Who is this? How can the boiler room pass through the hall?" Lin Jiahao glared at the lobby manager again.

The sharp eyes of the lobby manager naturally saw clearly that the person who ran over was the guy who ate the sky-high hot pot and didn't buy the chairman's free bill, but this is too complicated to explain.

"This is also a guest of the clubhouse, and it is a little out of the ordinary and strange. The lobby manager replied as he picked up the unimportant.

"What card?"

“…… Silver Members. The lobby manager reluctantly gave Song Qian an identity, after all, the minimum must meet this condition.

"Uncle Cao is just too stingy, who can pay the 880,000 dues?!" While muttering, Lin Jiahao still walked out the door, what was that guy rushing out for?

Speaking of Song Qian, because the task of reaching the time limit was not completed with less than an hour left, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and he went in and out of the box from time to time to find a way.

Five minutes ago.

"Why are there so many people at the door?" Song Qian found that there was a noise outside the hall, crackling and red, and it seemed that there was still a big flag.

"It's supposed to be for food. Xiaoxue replied.

Usually, those who walk the streets and alleys juggle are what they think is just for food. After all, except for the old man and the old lady, no one really wants to watch the dragon and lion dances and monkeys these days.

But it's also strange to say, there seem to be several jugglers in Lingcheng recently, all of them are at least twenty or thirty people, and they are loud, wandering in front of the hotel club. It's nominally a free show, but in fact it's a real headache to disrupt normal business, and if you don't pay for it, you won't leave.

As soon as he heard that there was someone outside who wanted food, or someone from other places, Song Qian, who was already worried that he would not be able to complete the task, suddenly became excited.

It's really hard to find a place to step on iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!

"Borrowed, borrowed!" Song Qian ran out of the Emgrand Entertainment Club, pushed away the seven or eight security guards blocking the door, and saw a large juggling team, which was manipulating there in a similar manner.

A group of more than 10 people danced a long papier-mâché dragon, one beat a gong, one played a drum, two clowns dressed up to throw a ball, an old man played monkey, a young man commanded a dog to drill a fire ring, and a child stepped on a roller and carried a large water tank to perform balance.

"Sir, Wishing you prosperity!"

Suddenly, an immature voice sounded in Song Qian's ears.

Song Qian looked back and saw that it was a boy about eleven or twelve years old, standing there with a tray covered with red silk cloth.

Obviously, this is asking Song Qian for money.

Song Qian looked around, leaned over to the boy and said, "If you call me the God of Wealth, I will give you three hundred yuan." ”

Obviously, he himself felt that it was a bit nervous to say this, and he seemed to want to cultivate immortals and go crazy. Fortunately, there was a lot of noise outside, and no one else heard it except the two of them.

"God of Wealth is blessed!" the boy deserved to be a man of the rivers and lakes, and immediately shouted loudly.

As long as he has money, it doesn't matter if he Song Qian wants to cultivate immortals or not, he will talk about it. At the same time, seeing Song Qian take out his mobile phone, the boy immediately took out his mobile phone and accepted the reward.

"Brush-" face-to-face payment of 300 yuan was successful.

["Heart of Charity" quest completion progress: 73/100]

Seeing this long-lost prompt appearing in front of him, Song Qian was so excited that he couldn't help himself: God is really immortal for me!

"That ......" Song Qian leaned over to the boy's ear again: "You go and tell you guys, let them come over quietly one by one, and I will reward each of them with three hundred yuan." ”

This kind of large-scale reward was quite smooth in the beggar gang before, but at this time, it was at the door of people's homes, Song Qian felt that it was better to keep a low profile, it was best to complete the task quietly, and then continue to enjoy his daily quota of 100,000 yuan.

However, just as Song Qian was thinking about it, a "bang" gong suddenly sounded in his ears.

It turned out that the tray in the boy's hand was a gong when he pulled the red silk cloth.

"The God of Wealth has rewarded everyone! Everyone line up!" shouted the boy as he banged the gong.

Suddenly, the beating of gongs and drums to accompany the accompaniment stopped abruptly, the dancing paper dragon stopped, the ball thrown by the clown in the air did not catch, the monkey was directly grabbed by the neck by the old man, and the dog who was just about to jump found that the ring of fire was suddenly taken away......

"God of Wealth is blessed!"

"Thank you God of Wealth for your reward!"

"I wish the God of Wealth a long life than Nanshan!"

……

Looking at the neatly arranged slip in front of him, although Song Qian was embarrassed, as he rewarded one by one, he continued to show the progress of the completion of the "heart of charity", and simply shouted loudly: "You take the money, leave quickly, people here still have to do business." ”

"Yes!" shouted more than thirty people in unison.

["Heart of Charity" task completion progress: 100/100, 20 reward points, 5,000 yuan in cash.] 】

A line of text appeared in front of Song Qian's eyes.

Then, a balance change message popped up in the mobile phone, this time, it was not sent by Tianting Bank, but Song Qian's salary card issuing bank, which was a card that was almost taken out as soon as the money arrived, and then there would be no balance for a month.

"Your savings card account with tail number 0109 received RMB 5,000.00 and a balance of RMB 5,001.13 at 22:20 on August 13. 【Huatai Bank】"

When the task is completed, the reward will be cashed out immediately.

Sure enough, after the group of juggling troupes, more than 30 people, received the money, but in just ten seconds, they swept up the guys like a wind sweeping away leaves, and disappeared into the night, not even a single dog hair fell.

Song Qian, who had taken care of everything, proudly prepared to go back to the box to continue enjoying, and when he turned around, he found dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him in surprise.

"You can get it for a little money, and your clubhouse is too picky. Song Qian pretended to be indifferent and shrugged his shoulders.

“…… Mr. Song, I'm really sorry, this is a mistake on the part of our clubhouse, let you break the ......bank," the lobby manager reacted immediately, and immediately stepped forward to apologize.

"It's nothing, money, it's just to be scattered, to benefit people and society, right?"

"Hmm...... Yes, yes!" the lobby manager nodded again and again, and said in his heart that he finally realized the embarrassment of Secretary Wang, and thought that this person would tip the Bailai employees one by one at the Shuguang Hotel, and the battle would only be bigger than the one in front of him.

Is this a poor and generous person who has no money or a person who is really rich and pretends to be poor?

Naturally, Lin Jiahao, who had observed the whole process, had such a number one person emerge in Lingcheng? One by one, he was given money to ask for food, and if he didn't have too much money to burn, he had something wrong with his head! He, Lin Jiahao, would rather set the money on fire than warm up. What is this guy trying to do? To be the leader of a beggar gang?

……