Chapter 7 Prodigal Son Must Have the Style of Prodigal Son

Hearing that Hong Dali had chosen a good candidate, the other people who were not selected suddenly sighed and blamed their parents for not giving them a good skin to be a dog's leg. It is really unreasonable!

How else can looks be important? Women are not good-looking, men are not vicious, and there is no chance of being a dog's leg. As for those who are not smart, they can't be dog legs. Look at how quickly and decisively these people's names have changed, so that they can make the master happy, right?

At this time, Hong Dali was very happy: "Well, yes, I have a good eye. Driver, where is the driver?"

Driver: "The subordinate is here."

Hong Dali: "One, two, three... six, seven, eight, nine... six women and three men, give them three cars, a good car, the kind that makes people blind when they go out! The man is the driver, and the woman sits behind , This is the style of going out."

"..." The driver wiped his sweat violently: "Okay, my subordinates will make arrangements now!" He said and hurried out to make a phone call.

The six women and three men who were selected suddenly had their small hearts beating wildly. They looked at Hong Dali as if devout believers were worshiping the gods.

As for the other people who were not selected, they all beat their chests and stamped their feet, sighing that God has no eyes.

"Okay, you, come here!" Hong Dali pointed to the most beautiful girl of about 22 or 3 years old among the nine dogs, and said, "Pour a drink for my young master and his wife." He pointed again Tang Muxin said to the rest of the people: "Did you see her? From now on, you will be your hostess! Her words are mine! Don't object, do you understand?"

The remaining eight scumbags immediately nodded and bowed to Tang Muxin: "Hi, mistress! Mistress has worked hard!"

Tang Muxin's pretty face flushed from anger, she couldn't help stomping her feet and said, "Who is your mistress? Only a prodigal son like him can do such a thing, don't drag me!"

The eight dogs: "Yes, follow the instructions of the hostess!"

"I told you I'm not the hostess!" Tang Muxin wanted to break down. Accompanying Hong Dali to go prodigal today, this decision is really wrong to the extreme, it cannot be more extreme! I think she is also a smart and exquisite girl, but she doesn't know what to do with Hong Dali, and there are signs of a sharp drop in IQ.

Tang Muxin was really afraid that if she stayed like this, she would become dementia.

Hong Dali didn't care about it, snapped his fingers, and immediately a male dog kneeled up and licked him: "What do you want, young master?"

Hong Dali was very satisfied with his reaction, and threw the bank card to him directly: "Go, ask the manager to swipe the card, you guys will have 5,000 service fees each, and by the way, calculate how much you spend tonight."

This meeting will give five thousand service fees, which is equivalent to private money! The eight scumbags immediately thanked Dade: "Thank you, young master! The young master will live forever, and enjoy immortal blessings forever, and live as long as the sky!"

Well, my physical fitness is not good, this is the most comfortable to hear, Hong Dali laughed loudly: "It's easy to talk about it, and do things quickly. Let's go and sit over there. Well, by the way, what about the lights? What about the music? Come up! Yes, yes, just the singer, what about you, why are you staring blankly? Hurry up and sing, your tip is indispensable."

What is a local tyrant? What is a prodigal who does not blink? This is!

What is it if you sleep until you wake up naturally, and count money until your hands cramp? This kind of prodigal feeling with your eyes open is the most enjoyable, isn't it? !

Hearing that the big guy who came from nowhere said that consumption is indispensable, what are the singers waiting for, he opened his throat and howled desperately.

Hong Dali couldn't help but listen to two sentences: "Do you dare to change to a better song? If you keep singing like this, I won't even be able to drink water!"

"Yes, yes, yes," the singer hurriedly changed songs in fear, but the changed songs still couldn't reach Hong Dali's ears. Hong Dali was about to ask him to change again, when suddenly his heart moved, and he said to himself: "Supposedly if I told him to tip him, no matter how stupid he is, he should know how to sing well. But he made such an ugly song, and others seem to like it quite a bit. So, is there a song like "Tears behind bars" in this world? Is this kind of song normal? Waller mows the grass, I can't live through this day..."

Hong Dali liked listening to music the most before traveling, because it was one of the few things that could relax him without spending money. The feeling of reading a novel with headphones in your ears can't be better. If the songs in this world are all of this kind of virtue... Listening to "Tears Behind the Bar" can only make my originally pretty good mood suddenly become depressed, is there any reason? !

"Young Master, Young Master's Madam, drinks are here." Just as she was thinking of this, the most beautiful maid among the nine dog legs was holding a high-end and elegant silver tray in her hand. Inside were two charming purple lights. There is an unknown liquid in the glass, which smells of jasmine, and it looks very good. It is worth mentioning that this maid is really clever enough to break through the sky. In such a short time, she has changed into a maid costume, look at the long black hair, look at the small waist that can't be grasped, look at that The thighs tightly hugged by black silk, look at the rosy mouth, look at the big hairy eyes, look at the two rabbit ears on the top of the head, look at the white pompom on the buttocks...

Hong Dali barely managed to spit out the nosebleed, and he was stunned for a while before he remembered to take the drink, and at the same time he didn't forget to stick out his thumb: "You want it, you're so kind, beauty, what's your name?" Name, how old is this year?"

"My name is Ling Xiaoyi, and I am twenty-two years old." Hearing Hong Dali's question, the girl quickly answered.

"That's right, watch the reward!" Hong Dali ordered the other dog legs around: "If you see it or not, learn from it. To be a dog leg, you have to have the consciousness of being a dog leg! Remember, I will give Xiaoyi five thousand A piece of pocket money."

"Yes, yes!" Several dog legs nodded desperately, and at the same time thought to themselves, when they go back, they must try all kinds of methods to please the young master. Being a dog's leg, with transfer equipment, and a fart class!

Now several people have more or less guessed the identity of this young man. He is definitely the super prodigal son of the Hong family who has lost his fortune so well known to everyone, Master Hong Dali Hong!

Sure enough, the girl next to him kept humming: "Hong Dali, you prodigal, do you know how much 5,000 yuan is, how can you give so much money just by making a move?" Having said that, Tang Muxin I also feel aggrieved: "I...my daily pocket money is only one hundred yuan..."

Tang Muxin's pocket money is only one hundred yuan a day? That is indeed a little less...

Hong Dali didn't say a word: "You bastards, do you know what to do?"

The other scumbags still looked at each other, but Ling Xiaoyi was the smartest, and said respectfully to Tang Muxin directly: "Since the young lady is in a hurry, then the young lady gives me the consumption, please respect the young lady first, please The young mistress will definitely accept it."

Hearing what she said, the other scumbags immediately screamed and pinched their own thighs -- the real grandma was stupid, such a good opportunity to show loyalty was missed...

Sure enough, Hong Dali was quite satisfied with Ling Xiaoyi's performance, he laughed loudly and said: "Well, not bad, not bad! A bit of eyesight is a good material for being a dog's leg!" He did not forget to teach the others a lesson: "You Look at all of you, you don't know how to cherish such a good opportunity, you are so stupid, be smart to me in the future, and you are also very particular about being a dog's leg - give Xiaoyi a tip of 5,000 when you come back, and she will be yours from now on Heads up, I'll just listen to her when I'm not here, do you understand everything?"

"Understood!" One of the other dog legs "slapped" to attention.

Tang Muxin watched from the side with her head downcast: "This prodigal son... I, I really lost to you..."

At this time, the dog who asked the manager to swipe his card ran back and reported to Hong Dali: "Report, young master, the consumption bill for tonight has been calculated. So far, the consumption of everyone present, including ours The tips of several people are currently 73,588 yuan in total.”

"Pfft—" Hearing this number, Hong Dali, who was drinking a drink, spat it out in one gulp, and asked in surprise, "How much did you say?"

"7... 73,588 yuan." The dog leg wiped off his cold sweat: "Young master, this money is...is it a bit too much?"

"What a lot of farts!" With so many people and so many tips, the total cost was only 73,588 yuan? Hong Dali quickly pulled out the big prodigal system in his mind, and after a glance, he jumped out of anger: "I don't have much money, and the tip of 50,000 yuan is not counted in it. I must be a prodigal in a wrong way!"

There is still an hour and a half left, and the prodigal 201912 is still needed to complete the task!

But there are so many people in this nightclub who only spent a little over 20,000 in total, so when will they be able to complete the task?

It is obviously too late to change the place now, Hong Dali thought about it, and ordered decisively: "Notify me, notify the manager, the boss, and the guests present, and tell them to call me all their friends! Tonight I will pay for everything, hurry up!"

"Okay... okay!" The dog leg wiped his sweat, and ran out all the way to report.

Tang Muxin was speechless after seeing all kinds of things: "This prodigal son will really do anything for the sake of prodigal family. This marriage will not be retired!"

Just thinking of this, the owner of Ye Laixiang Nightclub hurried over, waited in front of Hong Dali, wiped his sweat and asked: "Master Dali, I wonder if you have time, can you listen to me for a few words?"

Hong Dali leaned on the sofa, and a few maids pinched his legs and peeled the fruit. It looked as corrupt as possible. He ate a peeled grape, and then hummed: "What's the matter? Didn't you see that my young master is busy?" To be a prodigal, one must have the consciousness of a prodigal. Without this style, one is definitely not a successful prodigal!