Chapter 372

As my words spread, hundreds of nominal security guards immediately blocked the person called by Ouyang Zhanteng without any reason, from the inside to the outside, layer after layer, and the scene was extremely powerful. Do it first, and you will definitely suffer endless fists!

"You!" Ouyang Zhanteng looked at the figure like a dragon, his face changed.

But the manager of the restaurant was shocked and jumped out to accuse, "What are you doing? Who told you to smash these glasses?"

I grabbed the manager by the collar and lifted him up, "I was the one who beat him up, how about it? I did it because you deserved the beating you said."

Relying on the fact that the restaurant was his place, the manager said confidently: "You let me down, so what if there are too many people? Don't you need to pay if you break it?"

"Compensation, why not? Not only do I want to pay, but I also want to buy this western restaurant!" I put the manager down again, and turned to wink at Mr. Qiao.

Mr. Qiao immediately understood what I meant, and with a big move, dozens of bodyguards carrying black leather bags squeezed in from the crowd in an instant. Ouyang Zhanteng's people didn't dare to stop him, so he hurried out of the way. Totally scared.

Dozens of bodyguards stood in a row.

I said: "Take out 10 million first, and throw him to death until he is hospitalized!"

When the manager heard it, he thought I was talking big, so he laughed.

But before the manager finished laughing, a bodyguard immediately opened the black leather bag, revealing the brand-new red banknotes inside, grabbed piles of them and threw them at the manager!

snap~

slap~

bang bang~

Stacks of banknotes, in the hands of the bodyguard, were like worthless tools, and they were thrown on the manager uniformly. The banknotes were all over the sky and the manager had nowhere to hide.

Especially when it hit the manager's face, the sound was louder than a slap in the face, and the pain caused him to fall down immediately.

A total of 10 million banknotes were thrown wildly, and the manager couldn't get up, screaming again and again, causing banknotes to fly in the entire restaurant.

Even Ouyang Zhanteng was implicated, he kept stepping backwards, desperately dodging, the eyes of all the people he brought widened, and they were shocked like never before.

"Not enough! Ten million more!" I said dissatisfiedly, and another bodyguard opened the black leather bag, grabbed the wads of money inside and threw it away.

I didn't ask people to stop until the manager was beaten so weakly that he was buried by money so that only his head was exposed, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was dying.

Immediately afterwards, I looked back at Ouyang Zhanteng, and just one glance made him tremble with fright.

I said, "Just now, did you want me to kneel down and kowtow to admit my mistake? Can you tell me again?"

Ouyang Zhanteng couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, but didn't say anything.

I couldn't help but grab his hair in an instant, drag him to the manager's position, waved my hand, and shouted: "Give me fifty million cash and smash this bastard to death. The son of the richest man in Dongling is very Is it awesome to be rich? I will use money to smash you to death!"

Before Ouyang Zhanteng could react, dozens of bodyguards put their hands into the black leather bags, took out the banknotes and smashed them, completely smashing them to death.

In an instant, countless banknotes flew out, and the scene was extremely astonishing. They smashed hard on Ouyang Zhanteng's face. He screamed in pain, but none of the people he called dared to stand up. They all looked like turtles. .

In addition, the guests who were stranded in the restaurant were so frightened that they couldn't stand when they saw this scene.

"Who is this person? This is Ouyang Zhanteng, the son of Ouyang Yun."

"This kind of posture is too scary, right? It's the first time in my life that I've used so much money to hit people..."

"Tens of millions are used to smash people, how long will it last? Isn't this too prodigal?"

"If it falls like this, even if Ouyang Zhanteng won't die, he will have to lie in the hospital for a year or so."

"It looks familiar, it looks familiar, who is this person?"

"Wait, look at the logo on the clothes of these bodyguards, this is Ngee Ann Company!"

"I remember, I remember, he is... the number one prodigal son of Dongling, Li Shaobai!!!"

"Wow~~"

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"Ah~~" Ouyang Zhanteng was smashed half to death, gradually surrounded by banknotes, fell to the ground and screamed desperately, piled up mountains of money around him!

Just at this juncture, an angry middle-aged man rushed in outside, cursing: "Damn, who made my restaurant like this? Who is the boss of you people? Do you want to die? "

However, as soon as the middle-aged man who claimed to be the owner of the restaurant walked into the crowd and saw the scene in front of him, his throat seemed to be stuck, and his legs were so frightened by the overwhelming banknotes that his legs went limp, "This... This is? Manager? Mr. Ouyang?"

I raised my hand to signal the bodyguards to stop, then turned my face, glanced at the shocked middle-aged man, and asked, "Are you looking for me? Are you the boss here?"

The boss nodded and stammered, "I am, I am, please, are you?"

"You don't care who I am, you just need to know that from now on, I'm the boss here, I bought your restaurant, as for the money, I put it here, about 70 million, buy you a There are more than enough western restaurants, right? I think you should have made a lot of money, but whether you can take it or not is up to you." I pointed to the banknotes on the ground and said lightly.

After I finished speaking, I turned around and left, and all the people followed me out of the restaurant and stood outside in unison.

Immediately afterwards, Ouyang Zhanteng was also dragged out of the money pile by his own people. He was smashed and bruised all over his body, but he was still conscious, and stared at me extremely resentfully, "How dare you touch me? Dare to touch you, but my dad must have received the news, and when he comes, you will be finished! Don't run away! Do you know who my dad is?"

"Ouyang Yun!"

"The richest man in Tanglin!"

"You can't afford it!"

I stood outside the restaurant door, ignoring Ouyang Zhanteng, silently waiting for the person whom Mr. Qiao arranged for me to come over, thinking that I would take care of him later.

Soon, the guests walked out of the restaurant slowly, their faces turned pale, but they were reluctant to leave, and chose to stay here to watch and whisper.

"It's too prodigal, 70 million to buy this western restaurant?"

"I think this western restaurant is only worth 10 million at most. Is he crazy?"

"I've seen a prodigal, but I've never seen such a prodigal, seven times!"

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In the end, the owner of the restaurant commanded a few waiters, dragged the manager out of the money pile, and then ran up to me by himself and asked, "Dare to ask this gentleman, do you really want to buy me at a high price of 70 million yuan?" cafeteria?"

"Nonsense! This young master not only wants to buy it, but also razes this place to the ground!" I said.

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