Wealth is a very strange capital.

Having wealth, it can make you invisibly a head higher in front of others, even if you are born a dwarf, even if you are born with a mouth that spews dung stars, even if you are uninhibited...... Have wealth, don't be afraid to wear a world famous brand, but take advantage of a country head, you don't need others to deliberately teach you how to do it, uncle, it seems that everyone has this kind of convention in their bones, Chinese seems to be born with this kind of willful potential after being rich, the vicissitudes of life are indelible, no matter how others talk behind their backs, for the money in your pocket, how can the grandson come......

With wealth, the next thing you will find is that you are doing everything right!

Bao Yuan put out a very representative Chinese-style local tyrant three master genealogy, and took 500,000 yuan from the bank in a big way and handed it over to Mr. Dian, who had broken his hands and feet.

Mr. Dian told everyone that it was okay to put himself somewhere.

So, Bao Yuan led everyone to take a taxi to send Mr. Dian to the designated place, someone was already waiting, Bao Yuan didn't talk nonsense, and left politely.

Bao Yuan didn't want to get too close to people like Mr. Dot, and he didn't like to be close to the mysterious organization they belonged to, so Bao Yuanjue couldn't catch up with it at all. Mr. Dian was killed in a haunted house, and it was nothing to give some money, but in the end, Mr. Dian gave Bao Yuan a look at the haunted house auction. And Bao Yuan wants to save Mr. Dian, firstly, in order to be angry with Qiao Santan and Du Baichuan, and secondly, to look at Mr. Little's face. Mr. Dian said that there are many people in their organization, too many to count, oh my God, such a huge organization, there is no state support, and everyone can't reach out to Baoyuan to ask for money.

Bao Yuan feels: Lao Tzu should stay away from this bullshit organization!

Song Peng, Ping Sigui, and Fatty Mao complained a little in their hearts. However, none of the three of them mentioned the money, because the three of them felt that it was not a taste.

Such as......

Bao Yuan really got a huge amount of 80 billion red plate quacks in the haunted house, that is the head of the haunted house, Qiao Santan, for the sake of the Bao family's ancestor Bao Kind-hearted face, there is a ball of his own and not himself. If the three of them are exactly the same as Bao Yuan. The same Yangshou who was painted for dozens of lifetimes, asked for money to speak, and now I really can't speak, in case Bao Yuan glared and asked, Lao Tzu's seventy-ninth Yangshou is gone, what about you? Isn't this my own chest and poking at the tip of the knife?

Goodbye sir.

Bao Yuan began to be a little improper, deliberately put on a surprised look, and asked Song Peng with bad intentions: "Godson, what about my godfather Jiang Taigongshen?" ”

Of course, Song Peng was not convinced: "Fuck you!" When did Lao Tzu become your godson? Be dangling. That's also your godson to Lao Tzu! ”

Bao Yuanxin had already figured out how to say this, and deliberately hit the cymbal and said, "No, no, godson, have you regretted it...... Lao Tzu was reporting in the underworld at the time, and Lord Yama said to Lao Tzu: Little Master Bao, your old man is naturally strong and courageous. Insightful ...... Lord Yan single-mindedly left Lao Tzu in the underworld as a successor to cultivate, but. The little ghosts in the house all said: Little Master Bao, we heard that your godson died and begged Bai Lai to let you go back to the yang world, and your godson said that there is no Little Master Bao, and they don't want to live anymore, so please beg Lord Yama to return Little Master Bao back and godson. Is there such a thing? ”

Fat Mao Dengshi heard that there was a cat in the words, and the emotional Bao Yuan was pretending to be dead in the hospital, strange, the dog day was pretending to be strange, and he could magically pretend to be like an ice cube. Fat Mao said with a smile: "Little Master Bao, you can't be wrong, you can't be wrong, there is indeed such a thing, and the fat master will testify for you!" ”

Bao Yuan's net was woven for the three of him, how could he miss one because of fat hair.

So, Bao Yuan said with white eyes: "No, no, fat hair, your kid wiped his mouth clean before he finished eating and drinking, and his godson seems to have a share of you." ”

When Bao Yuan "died" in the hospital bed, Fatty Maoyin guided Song Peng, and his godfather's words did say, Ping Sigui really didn't say it, he couldn't help laughing: "Right, right, right...... Little Master Bao, both of them recognized you as a godfather, and they even called you. ”

Bao Yuan's eyes purred: "No, no...... Ping Sigui, Lao Tzu reported in the Yama Palace, the little ghosts said that there were three godsons calling Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu didn't believe it at the time, so, Lao Tzu asked the little ghosts to quiet down, guess what, Lao Tzu listened to it really, you are all crying Lao Tzu's godfather! ”

This kind of "lawsuit" between buddies has always been unclear, even if Bao Zheng and Hai Rui, two Qing officials, came, they never knew the origin of this case.

Bao Yuan was close to an inch, and said excitedly: "Three godsons, okay, come on, stand up, you can call your godfather to tell Lao Tzu ......"

Fat Mao, Song Peng, and Ping Sigui scolded in unison: "Fuck you!" ”

Bao Yuan gloated and asked: "Hey, hey, three anti-bones, don't you take your godfather?" When you don't want to your son later, what about Jiang Taigong's god fishing? ”

Asked like this, Sun Panzi stepped forward and spoke: "Little Master Bao, after everyone leaves the haunted house, the master ...... Qiao Santan did deliver Jiang Taigong's divine fishing to Sun's hands, Jiang Taigong's divine fishing can be changed at will, at that time, in order to save you, we discussed putting it in the car temporarily! ”

Only then did Bao Yuan think of the car: "Where is the car?" ”

Ping Sigui replied first: "Where else can it be?" It's still parked in the parking lot...... A few of us thought about it, it was just a broken bamboo pole, who would steal it, we threw it in the car, and rushed you to the hospital! ”

Bao Yuan asked strangely: "Damn, won't you guys open it first?" ”

Ping Sigui, Song Peng, and Fatty Mao were not convinced: "Damn...... Bao Yuan, your kid is talking more and more out of character now, you should be a candy blower, we don't have a driver's license, and we don't have driving skills, how can we kick off? You only had a tenth of your life left at the time of the dog's day, what? Let's drive your life! ”

Sun Panzi was busy playing the round: "Let's go, let's get the car away, it's bought with real money, you can't throw it anywhere!" ”

Ashrui didn't say a word from beginning to end.

When everyone rushed to the parking lot of Xiafei Road, Bao Yuan looked at the teahouse built on the haunted house, and said in his heart: "Damn, count your goods and still talk about credit, if you don't pay Lao Tzu 80 billion, Lao Tzu will go and smash the haunted house now, forget it, count you to escape the catastrophe!" ”

When looking for a Geely business car, it broke down and the car ran out of balls!

The original parking position of Bao Yuan was replaced by a Bentley Mulsanne lying there, and the body of the Geely Mulberry car was gone.

While everyone was wandering around, the caretaker of the parking lot quickly noticed these people. At first, the caretaker of the parking lot thought that this was a group of car thieves, these people were openly probing their brains in the pile of luxury cars, and they must have prepared for stealing cars in advance. Is this where a few of you should look? Where the hell did you come from? Roll on, get out of here...... You can't afford to lose these famous cars, go home and continue to plant your one-acre and one-third of land...... Hey, you're the owner of that broken car......"

At the same time, Bao Yuan also recognized that the scolding administrator in front of him was the one who collected parking fees.

"Shit, your dog's car at first glance? What about Lao Tzu's car? ”

"Little red guy, I'm embarrassed to park here with such a broken car, and it also occupies such a good parking space, see it, only those who can drive this kind of car are considered real rich people, your car, your parking fee has expired, let me fork it out, if you're lucky, it should still be there!" The administrator swore and scolded.

"Where's the fork?"

Everyone asked almost in unison, Bao Yuan was worried about the car, and Sun Panzi was worried about the Jiang Taigong God Fishing on the car, this is the treasure that Bao Yuanhua bought in the seventy-ninth Yangshou, and he can't lose anything.

"Follow me!"

The parking lot manager actually took everyone to a garbage dumping point, and there was a small construction site nearby, Bao Yuan's Geely business car was covered with ash, and the chassis had traces of the forklift's hard scraping, and Bao Yuan's belly was almost blown up.

"There is no charge for parking here, you can drive away by yourself!" The administrator said nonchalantly.

Of course, Bao Yuan was not convinced: "Damn, Lao Tzu asked you, who forked Lao Tzu's car here?" Was it your idea? Or was it the idea of a Bentley owner? ”

The administrator snorted disdainfully and replied, "Little Red Guy, what's wrong with Lao Tzu's idea?" What happened to the Bentley owner's idea? Little Red Guy, do you know what this place is? Do you know that it is now a society with a legal system, this is a characteristic of socialism, what are you staring at, what do you want to do? ”

Fat Mao Jue was humiliated, and asked hard: "Damn, answer the question, whose idea is it?" ”

The administrator said disdainfully: "Little Red Guy, of course it is the idea of the owner of the Bentley, such a good parking space, it is too wasteful to park your kind of car, other people's cars are parked there, the feng shui is good, people are willing to pay a hundred yuan for parking an hour, and there is a thousand yuan of red envelopes, Little Red Guy, you want to be richer, do you have a comparison?" ”

Bao Yuan's temper came: "Damn, if you don't lift this bar today, Lao Tzu is not surnamed Bao, and I forked out the Bentley car for Lao Tzu and smashed it!" ”

Bao Yuan picked up a brick from the garbage heap, Fatty Mao also picked up a hammer with a broken handle, Ping Sigui picked a waste window frame, Song Peng also picked a complete brick, and Sun Panzi and A Shirui were freehanded. The administrator saw that the situation was not right, and at the same time called 110 and the owner of the Bentley.

"Brothers, smash! Lao Tzu smashed a foreigner-made car! ”

This Bentley car is really strong, and it didn't go out of shape when it was smashed down with a few bricks, which made the fat hair even more angry, these foreign things are so big and strong for Mao, even the plastic bumper in front of the car is surprisingly strong. Fat Mao was like a mirror in his heart, Bao Yuan dared to openly smash, and naturally he had already thought of a way out. What's the trouble, it's a big deal to lose money, this is not steaming steamed buns to fight for breath, and everyone greets them more fiercely. Ping Sigui was not satisfied with the waste window frame, interrupted, he snatched the baton from the administrator's hand and continued to greet the Bentley.

Within a few minutes, 110 police officers and the owner of the Bentley arrived at the same time...... (To be continued......)