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The dancing girl raised her chin haughtily, she had the same experience as a pipa girl.

It is not enough to describe the broken joints with the silver grate of the diantou, and the blood-colored Luo skirt is not enough to describe the wine stains, and the jewelry given by those sons and buddies is piled up in a suitcase and thrown directly in the locker room at work.

Even if Murong Bo is really a rich person, it is impossible for him to have money to live with a good piece of jewelry.

She suddenly made an interesting offer and said: "You can spend 100 million to come to me to accompany you, talk, or spend 1 million to buy me to slap you." ”

As soon as she said this, the whole nightclub people were boiling, and sure enough, such a beauty should be high, and the more she was like this, the more these people were haunted by their dreams.

"Beauty/Well done, worthy of the beauty we support, we will continue to support you!"

There was a boiling sound from the crowd, and they were all on the side of the dancer, although her identity is unknown, but she has a good figure, good looks, and good dancing, this is justice.

People like to look at good things, they prefer to look at beautiful people, and no matter what she does wrong, they will be there to support her.

When Murong Bo heard such a battle, he suddenly felt a little weak under his legs, but he instinctively said not to admit defeat.

"It's another thing whether you're worth the money, isn't it just that you came out to do this business, daring to make this price means that you are also sassy, yes, of course I can afford to give you this money, but you have to prove that you are worth this money first."

Murong Bo is now the hardest dead duck, although he counts all the assets, he may really have so much money, but it is too difficult for him to come up with 100 million to talk to.

Not to mention that the company's cash flow will be cut off directly, and the old antiques of the board of directors will also fire him directly.

At that time, without this capital, he will really be useless.

But who wouldn't brag about it, a rich person like Murong Bo can't take out 100 million in one go, let alone a little dancer dancing here.

But I didn't expect the other party to not only retreat, but straightened his waist and said.

"I'll ask my assistant to bring me the jewelry suitcase I put in the locker room, so that you can count if there is a hundred million things in it, if not, I think the brothers and sisters present will also be generous to help me prove myself well, much more advanced than you filthy garbage."

The flames of the two people were about to break out, and everyone present smelled the smell of gunpowder, but they all sweated for this dancing girl in their hearts.

If she doesn't have a large part of the money, even if they donate generously, I'm afraid they won't be able to help her make up 100 million.

But I didn't expect that at this time, there was really a little assistant who brought over a big suitcase and opened it to see that it was full of jewelry worth tens of thousands of dollars.

This is still the price of the mark, there are a lot of ancestral heirlooms sent by innocent little boys, there is no price on it, but the price is extremely high at a glance.

Many people came up and helped to take inventory, just by counting the number of pieces, they knew that there must be 100 million, and they couldn't help but feel that the master was in the people, and the little fairy they felt distressed about was actually a rich woman.

(End of chapter)