Chapter 131: Having Money but No Place to Spend It

  A swift figure stretched out from behind the swordsman and tapped the body of the green viper once.

  "Lapis lazuli, I need an explanation." Qingfeng withdrew his hands and stood up.

  "Eldest Uncle, stroking the carved wood, replied evasively: 'Elder Sister, since the Gong family has gone to the capital, don't stir up trouble again, I've promised.'"

  Having finished speaking, he didn't wait for Gong Shuiyuan to open his mouth. He stood up and walked slowly past Qingfeng's side, with a flash of sword light. Qingfeng's face changed, and similarly, a dazzling sword aura flashed out from his waist to block Taishu Luli.

  Tai Shu Luli left the room, Knife Guest stared with his eyes wide open, covering his throat, his body shrunk down, limp on the ground, his hand left his throat, and scalding hot blood gushed out from the wound caused by the sword, his body kept convulsing until he took his last breath, his stiffened body came into contact with the ground at zero distance.

  The clear wind was as pale as dead ash, and the soft sword in his hand pointed remotely at the departing Uncle Luli. He hesitated for a moment, not daring to truly draw his sword, watching as the knife guest died there. He didn't move, but the sword guest who was with the knife guest did, drawing their sword and charging towards Uncle Luli. In the Dust Sect, killing someone was so easily let go?

  As the swordsman charged out, Qingfeng's face also couldn't hold on, shaking his soft sword and about to charge up. With a whooshing sound, an eagle swooped down from the sky, Gong Shuiyuan's sword left its scabbard, forcing Qingfeng to retreat and dodge her attack.

  Tai Shu grasped the eagle's claw with one hand, and as she rose into the air, the swordsman's corpse fell to her feet. She had killed two people in succession at Dust Sect, leaving calmly, with a warning implication.

  "You are too arrogant." Qingfeng took a deep breath. Killing two people was not a big deal, but losing the face of Dust Sect could not be forgiven.

  "Gong Shuiyuan sighed: "A strong culture breeds a strong group, a weak culture breeds a weak group. Don't you know that, Qingfeng? Go to the Mountain Gate, Uncle Liuli will be waiting for you there, or let your Dust Sect's elders go instead. Don't make any rash moves, this matter involves the government. If you don't want to be kicked out of this country, at least behave yourselves until it's over. Do you really think Uncle Liuli is going to stand up for Zhang Shidong? He's nothing but a thing, and sooner or later he'll pay the price for his arrogance."

  Qingfeng looked at the two corpses on the ground, closed his eyes. After a long time. His eyes were all red with blood. His pupils dilated, and he suddenly retched, accompanied by mucus constantly flowing out of his mouth. Qingfeng's expression became extremely ferocious, as his throat swelled and an even more unbearable retching sound, a shiny, oily round ball was vomited from his mouth, hanging with a few threads of blood.

  "For the sake of becoming stronger, I am willing to pay any price."

  ………

  Breakfast was finished at ten o'clock, and before those who had been simmering all night lay down, Feng Cuzi came with a compensation of 500,000 yuan for the store and goods, and brought a video tape of the new clothing store that was more luxurious in decoration and higher-end in clothing. For Kong Zhu, this money was a bit hot to take, but she was happy in her heart. If she wasn't the youngest sister of this family, she would have collapsed under the pressure years ago. Her older brothers and sisters all lived well, only she had an unhappy family life and poor material conditions. According to Kong Zhu's character, running a store was very difficult for her. In order to make her life better, she persisted. Now she didn't need to persist anymore, and the worries that had been printed on her mind gradually dispersed.

  At the scene, Kong Zhu immediately asked Feng to help contact the store owner to discuss the price. Without saying much, Feng didn't even make a phone call and directly agreed on a price of 800,000 yuan. He then took out a check on the spot, clearly having prepared in advance.

  "Go ahead." If it were the day before, anyone who dared to pat and beat him would be a good brother, but if it was a stranger, he would be beaten to death. Today is different, the person who patted him is Zhang Shidong, and Feng Quezi feels that he can finally breathe a sigh of relief, no need to worry anymore. Last night, his mind kept thinking about the footprint on the ground, someone who could make the butler lower his posture to make friends must be extraordinary, being fierce in front of him was useless.

  Mayor Zhao gave Kong Jing Sheng a few days off, and with Zhang Shi Dong, this team of young people had its mainstay.

  On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, Zhang Shidong and others continued their madness from last night. Kong Tianci drove Zhang Shidong's unique Porsche in the entire city, speeding on the highway with a sense of accomplishment. Along the way, he kept making phone calls until he got a definite reply, then drove directly to a road that was all too familiar to him, and arrived at a small district that was all too familiar.

  After sending a text message, the fingers with some excitement tapped on the steering wheel. When a very fashionable and stylish young girl came out of the unit door, she excitedly opened the car door and welcomed her.

  The girl was also leading a big boy of eighteen or nineteen years old, who was introduced as the cousin of Guo Qian, Kong Tianci's girlfriend. At first, he was shouting that someone had invited him to go somewhere to play, but after seeing the two cars brought by Kong Tianci, his eyes lit up and he shouted that they would also go somewhere to play.

  As for Guo Qian, Zhang Shidong was unwilling to comment. As long as Kong Tianxi liked it, that was enough. Being a bit of a spendthrift wasn't an unbearable flaw. With Ershu's connections from Wang Jian's side, the family's conditions would improve, and in the future, they could afford to indulge Kong Tianxi's extravagance in keeping a canary.

  Today, Zhang Shidong was willing to stand up for his brother and found a bank branch that was still open on this day, which took some effort.

  As Zhang Shidong took out an ordinary canvas bag from behind the car and entered the bank, Su Xixi said to Zhang Yiqing, Wang Yu and others: "You guys have fun today, Dongdajie is going to give himself a show for his brothers. I'm looking forward to Guo Qian's friends not being blind and stepping on Kong Tianci."

  "Huh?" Zhang Yiqing was puzzled.

  "Your brother kept his school days' dream lover as a mistress, brought her to a nightclub, spent over 10 million, and the stage was filled with red banknotes..."

  Kong Jingsheng, Yu Meidan, Wang Yu, and Zhang Yiqing were all stunned, thinking that relying on their reputation to get back over a million yuan for Little Sister Kong Zhu was already impressive enough, thinking that the current Zhang Shidong was already impressive enough, but unexpectedly they still underestimated him.

  Zhang Yiqing counted on her fingers and muttered: "Xixi sister, do you think I should buy a Brabus Wagon."

  Su Xixi smiled and said: "The streets of Pingjiang may not be suitable for opening, but it's okay, I'll be responsible for finding someone to help you renovate when the time comes."

  Brady wins!

  For people like Kong Jing and Wang Yu, such cars only exist in legend. Let alone the whole city, even if they were put in the entire Beihai Province, how many would there be?

  Kong Jing Sheng couldn't help but say: "Didn't you say Xiao Dong works at a mobile phone company?"

  Su Xi naturally understood his meaning: "In a prosperous era, people collect things, now everyone is playing with collecting, we can't compare to them."

  It's just an ordinary canvas bag, if it were carried by the elderly to the morning market, it would be a complete vegetable basket. At this moment, stacks and stacks of 100-yuan bills are placed in it, filling the bag to the brim, hoping that they can be useful someday.

  Carrying money everywhere is a behavior of nouveau riche, but for some people, this way is the most humiliating.

  Everything went as expected by Zhang Shidong, and Kong Tianxi was indeed buried. In the midst of a group of men and women cheering and lifting him up, it could be seen that the leading man among them had a crush on Guo Qian. Guo Qian was a materialistic person but had true feelings for Kong Tianxi, seeing this scene she stopped Kong Tianxi from impulsively falling into their trap.

  What's going on today? Is Tianyi treating us to something special today? Did he have to kidnap our little Qianqian and now has to splurge to make up for it?

  Then the handsome man who led the way very generously ordered wine worth tens of thousands of yuan, and a group of young people played in the closed KTV super VIP luxury suite during the day.

  "Lao Kong, you're not that stingy, are you? Today there's a lot of wolves and little meat. The brothers and sisters you brought didn't play with everyone together. Let's pick out some princesses from outside, you don't mind, do you?"

  "Heavenly brother, we've said it before, if you want to live a life of luxury as a young master, can you handle it?"

  Zhang Shidong shook his head, beckoned to Kong Tianci, and pulled out the canvas bag that had been casually thrown aside earlier. He slammed it directly onto the coffee table, which was filled with various items. Several bottles of beer on the edge fell to the ground, causing the singer to stop singing and put down the microphone, bringing an end to the music accompaniment. Someone turned on the big lights inside the private room, and more than 20 people quieted down and looked at the coffee table.

  Zhang Shidong glanced at the red wine and foreign liquor on the table, and said lightly: "I've been selling cut cakes for a while now, I have money but nowhere to spend it. What's with this cheap wine? Can you drink it? Tianci, you're not being honest either, hurry up and get some good stuff."

  The money in the cloth bag was shaken out in dozens of stacks, and the red head of Lao Gong's old man entered everyone's eyes. Kong Tianci, who had already been unable to hold back his impulse, with Zhang Shidong's support, suddenly gained confidence. To know that just now at the bank, he had only withdrawn 200,000 yuan, but unexpectedly there were people here waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

  With the money, he had enough confidence. Kong Tianci beckoned to the service staff in the room and muttered a lot, finally shouting at the service staff who opened the door and went out: "Take away all these things, they are taking up space here."

  This damn society is controlled by those with money, they are the big shots.

  Among the ranks of friends who drink and eat together, if you have money, you are the father, the grandfather. Kong Tianci has never experienced such a wonderful feeling in his life. When money no longer needs to control the rhythm of spending, money is not just money, but the person spending it is also not just human, but a god. At least in the eyes of those who don't think money is everything, you are a god.

  In this house, there are some people who don't care about Kong Tianxi's behavior, just watching the show, watching 'money' playing with a group of people who worship money.

  There is also a large number of people who are conquered by banknotes, they look at Kong Tianci as if they have seen the legendary god, looking at his spending state, their eyes are filled with envy, jealousy and hatred, completely immersed in the pleasure brought by money.