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Five large boxes, full of bills, all of them in green dollars, each with a face value of one hundred.

Zhao Chunliang has not seen money, but he has never seen anyone use a suitcase to hold money.

"This suitcase is five million dollars." XY said with a smug face, "There are five of them here, twenty-five million dollars." ”

"And then?" Zhao Chunliang asked.

"That's what we're going to spend here tonight." XY laughed, "Spend all this money and we can go back." ”

"One night, 25 million US dollars..."Zhao Chunliang was a little distressed, this is 25 million US dollars, and it will cost more than 100 million yuan to convert it into RMB, if it is placed in some useful places, Zhao Chunliang doesn't mind spending more money, but why don't you play a nightclub and get so much money out, it is really a hundred things.

"Our habit here is that we never use a credit card when we can spend cash." After Zai finished speaking, he beckoned to the foreman and said, "Every waiter here is stacked for one person." ”

"Thank you, sir!" The foreman nodded with a smile on his face, and then took the four stacks of bills from the box.

"This foreman is dedicated to spending money for us." XY pointed to the foreman and said, "Wait a minute, he'll go out and rain outside." ”

"Money rain? What's that? Zhao Chunliang asked.

"You'll find out in a minute." XY smiled mysteriously.

To be honest, Zhao Chunliang really wanted to punch Zai in the face at this time, from entering the nightclub to now, this guy has laughed mysteriously at least three or four times to himself, Zhao Chunliang doesn't like mystery, and he doesn't like the feeling of being controlled.

However, considering that this is XY's territory, if you really punch him in the face, it will be difficult for him and Pu Jia to leave the oil country in this life.

Although XY's power is not strong, he is also a prince.

Pulling it out and selling it is worth more than Zhao Chunliang.

The few waiters who took the reward naturally served Zhao Chunliang and Zai with all their hearts, and the wine, food, and cigarettes on the table were all neatly placed, according to Zhao Chunliang's estimate, the things on this table cost three or two hundred thousand US dollars.

After drinking a few glasses of wine, Zhao Chunliang suddenly heard the shouts of the DJ outside the box, and then, several bewitching-looking dancers walked onto the stage and began to dance.

In Zhao Chunliang's opinion, this dance is really not much different from that in China, saying that it is top here, then it is impossible to see where the real top is.

"Let's get started." XY waved lightly at the foreman.

The foreman understood and walked out with a small car.

Zhao Chunliang could clearly see through the one-way mirror that the foreman pushed the cart to the edge of the stage, and at the same time, two other carts also stopped on the edge of the stage, but the boxes on the two carts were more than twice as small as the boxes in the hands of the foreman of Zhao Chunliang's box.

The foreman seemed to think that the box in his hand was the largest and very faceful, and proudly raised his chin to look around at the others around him, and then bent down to take out the dollar from the alley.

Zhao Chunhao looked at the foreman curiously, not knowing what the other party would do next.

Suddenly, Zhao Chunliang saw that the foreman threw a stack of banknotes directly towards the stage.

Crash!

Although he didn't hear the sound, Zhao Chunhao felt the sound of the bill thrown out for a moment.

The stack of $10,000 spread out directly in the air and drifted to the ground.

There was a burst of screams and cheers, followed by a few other people pushing small carts and throwing a stack of bills onto the stage.

Bills of dollars were floating in the air as if it were raining.

After several people around him finished throwing the banknotes, Zhao Chunliang, the foreman of the box, picked up a stack of banknotes again and threw them into the air.

Everyone else also threw money into the air.

"Is this the rain of money?" Zhao Chunliang asked with wide eyes.

"Yes, we have money, we don't have to spend it, we just have to play." XY said smugly.

Zhao Chunliang was completely speechless, the most nouveau riche he had ever seen was to wrap all the wine and gifts in the nightclub, give the wine to everyone present to drink, and then give the gift to the dancing girl, the nouveau riche atmosphere of such a move made Zhao Chunliang a little unbearable, and now this kind of behavior is simply beyond the most nouveau riche behavior that Zhao Chunliang knows.

What about throwing money to play?

What is this way to play?

Zhao Chunliang has played so many nightclubs all over the world, and it is not an exaggeration to be called the little prince of nightclubs, but no matter in which country, he has never seen such a way of playing, a group of people around the stage, there are no special requirements, those dancers dance the simplest dance, and then the group of people began to throw money at the stage. What kind of mind is this?

Zhao Chunliang looked at Zai and found that the smug look on his face was so intense.

Zhao Chunliang suddenly understood that these people are really too rich, their money has completely turned into ordinary paper, for them, how to spend money innovatively, that is the key, and throwing money is definitely the most innovative one here.

When Zai saw Zhao Chunliang looking at him, he smacked his lips proudly, and then motioned to Zhao Chunliang to continue watching the money.

Zhao Chunliang looked out the window and found that a lot of money had been sprinkled outside, and the entire stage was full of green banknotes.

As time went on, the money for the cart began to run out, so the cart was pushed away.

Slowly, only a small cart remained on the side of the stage, and the small cart had the number of the box he represented written on it.

This is to tell the people present that the money was spent by the people in the box.

The small cart in Zhao Chunliang's box has been strong until the end, because this small cart is the largest, and the box on it is also the largest, so it naturally contains the most money.

"That's how you guys play clubs? It doesn't matter if people dance well or not, just take the money and throw it up? Zhao Chunliang asked.

"Of course, we came to the clubs to throw money. Why else would you come to a nightclub? Girls? We are never short of beautiful women. XY said proudly.

Go to a nightclub to throw money...

This is also the most nonsense sentence that Zhao Chunliang has heard in his life, but he really happened in front of him.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, do you think this is a reflection of wealth?" Zhao Chunliang asked suddenly.

"It's hard to fight, isn't it? We can't think of any more expensive ways to play. XY said.

"No, no, no, that's not all." Zhao Chunliang shook his head and said, "Your Royal Highness, you haven't played enough. ”

"Then how do you call it fun?" XY asked.

"Look at me." Zhao Chunliang smiled, got up and walked to the front of a small cart, then took the cart from the waiter's hand and pushed out the box.

XY looked at Zhao Chunliang curiously, not knowing what Zhao Chunliang was going to do.

Zhao Chunliang had a cigarette in his mouth and pushed a small cart towards the stage, and the villain stood on Zhao Chunliang's shoulder, his eyes closed, as if the noisy music around him could not affect his sleep at all.

There were a lot of guests in the hall, some were chatting with the wine escorts, some were playing with friends, and some were drinking by themselves.

Zhao Chunliang pushed the cart to the edge of the stage, attracting the attention of many people, after all, the suitcase on the cart in Zhao Chunliang's hand was oversized, and everyone knew that there would be a lot of money in it.

Could it be that someone is going to throw money again?

Everyone looked at Zhao Chunliang curiously, and then saw Zhao Chunliang walk to the lower and lower positions of the stage.

The girls dancing on the stage saw Zhao Chunliang approaching, especially pushing a trolley, which was called excited, and they all threw flattering eyes at Zhao Chunliang.

According to the rules of the nightclub, these dancing people have an area under their feet, as long as the money in this area belongs to them, it belongs to them, so try to attract as many people as possible to throw money at themselves, that is definitely the most important job of every dancing girl every day.

Zhao Chunliang stood still, looked at the girls on the stage with a smile, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one and put it in his mouth, and then took out a box of exquisite matches, banged one, lit the match, and then lit the cigarette on his mouth with a match.

Everyone stared at Zhao Chunliang, not knowing how Zhao Chunliang planned to spend money next.

Zhao Chunliang took a deep breath of cigarette, and the flames of the match were all sucked crooked by Zhao Chunliang.

Waiting for the cigarette to ignite, Zhao Chunliang did not extinguish the match, but directly flicked his fingers.

The match spun several times in the air and fell towards the box containing the money.

It is very strange that this match has not been extinguished after a few fists in the air.

A match falls on the banknote, and then the banknote is set on fire.

Everyone stared at Zhao Chunliang with wide eyes.

Although many people present treat money as paper, no matter how they throw him, money is still money, even if it goes into someone else's pocket, it is still money, but now, Zhao Chunliang is so little, then this money has really become paper, and it is the kind of paper that can't even wipe his ass!

Banknotes are very good materials for burning, and when the first banknote is ignited, in the blink of an eye, the other banknotes are also burning.

Zhao Chunliang took several deep puffs of the cigarette, then took the cigarette from his mouth and turned to leave.

The flames in the alley were constantly churning.

This large box of five million dollars was lit by a match from Zhao Chunliang.

Zhao Chunliang turned his back to the box, took off the cigarette in his mouth, and then flicked it back without looking back.

The cigarette butt fell into the burning box.

Zhao Chunliang walked forward without looking back once.