Be A Millionaire Overnight

Seeing that Zhang Qiang was stopped by Lee Na, the short man slapped his face even more arrogantly and said, "Come on?" Hit me!? Bastard! "    

"Pah!"    

A straightforward voice sounded.    

The short man was knocked to the ground. Ye Zichen covered his face with a blank look, not knowing what happened.    

"Who gave you the courage to look for my brother Zhang Qiang?"    

Wan Qian looked down on him and said.    

At this moment, quite a few people who were exercising in the gym had seen what was happening over there. They all gathered around to take a look at what was happening.    

There weren't many people who dared to cause trouble at the gym. Because most of the people here were crouching tigers and hidden dragons. Ordinary people did not have the time or the mood to come here and exercise. All of them had some ability.    

"Brother Qian."    

Zhang Qiang looked at Wan Qian. He never expected Wan Qian to take the initiative to attack him. It was very different from what he had seen at school.    

Previously, he would only choose to swallow his anger and take a step back.    

"How dare you hit me!?" "You're courting death!"    

The short man quickly got up and wanted to fight back, but Wan Qian grabbed him by the neck and threw him out.    

Everyone in the gym was dumbstruck.    

How much strength did this fellow possess? Although the man was short, he was at least an adult, weighing at least one hundred and thirty catties. Just one hand was raised so high. A single hand weighed at least 200 Jin of strength!    

They were all here to train, so they paid more attention to the topic of strength.    

The short guy had never been humiliated like this before. He was thrown out the door like a child and angrily came in again. It was also thrown out by Wan Qian once again.    

After going back and forth three times, he didn't dare to enter the store again. Wan Qian was too strong, so he couldn't fight back.    

He needed to call his old brothers to save the situation. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to hang out in this gym anymore.    

"Brother Qian... He is the owner of a winery. "We have over 30 million in assets …"    

Lee Na reminded him. He was afraid that Wan Qian would offend someone he shouldn't and hurt himself.    

"Thirty million. "Heh …"    

Wan Qian shook his head with a smile. This little bit of money was not even worth a dime of his own, yet he still had the nerve to show off in front of him. You really overestimate yourself.    

"Brother Qian, why don't you go first?" He must have called for someone. We'll say you left later. If I can't find him, then it's not a big deal. "    

Zhang Qiang advised on the side.    

After all, Wan Qian had offended his girlfriend.    

"It's fine, I'll just wait here. "Let's see who he can call over."    

Wan Qian said in a relaxed manner.    

Those people that he had called over were all subordinates of his subordinates …    

There was no number at all.    

No wonder he dared to talk back to Wan Qian. That was because Wan Qian was someone he couldn't even get close to.    

Zhang Qiang had no choice but to greet the other coaches in the shop, saying that if there was a conflict later, everyone should help out.    

After a while, the short man and a few big guys entered the gym. He pointed at Wan Qian and said, "That's him!"    

The few men walked towards Wan Qian without saying anything.    

"You hit my bro?"    

A big guy looked up and said to Wan Qian.    

"He stuck his face out for me to hit. He even said: You're going to hit me? I've never had such a request in my life. Of course we have to satisfy him. "    

Wan Qian shrugged helplessly.    

The short guy saw that Wan Qian still dared to talk at this time, and was extremely angry: "Beat him up! "If anything happens, I'll bear it!"    

With a price of thirty million, there were still some small powers in the region.    

"Who dares to make a move!"    

Zhang Qiang shouted. Seven or eight fitness instructors also walked over from behind and stood beside Zhang Qiang to support him. But it was just support. If they really did make a move, they would just stand to the side and watch.    

After all, he couldn't afford to lose his job because of this.    

The big guy looked at the seven or eight fitness instructors behind him, feeling a little weak in his heart. A fitness instructor, right? Do you know that this gym has half of my brother's shares? You don't want to work anymore, right? "    

"Who the fuck are you bluffing for! Why didn't Sister Feng tell me that the gym has a stake in it! "    

Zhang Qiang shouted at him.    

"You don't believe me?" Hoh, just you wait. "    

The big man then gave his so-called big brother a call, "Hey, Brother Hu, I'm Little Wang. Hey, there are a few fitness instructors causing trouble in this gym downtown, do you think you can let them go? Yes, this one downtown. "Sure, I'll give them the phone number."    

As the big guy said this, he passed the phone to Zhang Qiang, but it was picked up by Wan Qian.    

"I'm Wan Qian, tell your people to slap their own mouths and scram. Otherwise, you know the consequences. "    

Then, without waiting for a reply, he returned the phone to the big man, indicating that he should answer the call.    

The big guy looked at Wan Qian in surprise. He didn't know what Wan Qian was talking about. Do you know Hu-ge? This was the business elite of the Mo Capital region! A figure worth tens of billions!    

How could he let Wan Qian say that?    

But when I got the call, I didn't think so.    

He only heard Hu-ge crazily scolding him on the phone. He actually messed with Wan Qian. They were ordered to immediately smack their own mouths, the kind that made 'pow pow' sounds. Otherwise, he would personally drive over here and smoke them.    

F * ck, can't you do something every day, just cause trouble for yourself. How can you mess with Wan Qian!? Even your father has to keep his tail between his legs!    

After hearing that, the big man's hand was shaking as he placed the handphone on the table beside him. Because Hu-ge wants to hear the sound of their slaps.    

"Hey, big brother, what are you doing?"    

Seeing that the person he called hesitated, the short man couldn't possibly listen to Wan Qian and slap his own face, right?    

"Pah!"    

The big man took the lead and slapped himself.    

"Pah!" Again.    

Just like that, he slapped his face ten times consecutively, and the sound entered his ears.    

Everyone in the gym was shocked. They didn't expect Wan Qian's words to actually cause the big man to cut himself. Just how strong was he?    

"Scram."    

Wan Qian said as he saw the big man slap his face.    

The phone on the table only hung up after hearing Wan Qian's voice.    

Without a word, the big man left with his men. He knew that he had offended someone he shouldn't have. There was still some awareness of this when he was in society. Only the short man was left standing there in a daze, not knowing what to do.    

"Who else do you know? Call me." Let me know him too. "    

Wan Qian pulled a chair over and sat down.    

Behind him stood Zhang Qiang and a bunch of burly fitness instructors, glaring at him like tigers stalking their prey.    

He was so scared that he ran out the door and left after cursing into the gym.    

The men he had just called out were the most formidable figures that he could come in contact with. Those in the meat business were worth several hundred million.    

He didn't expect them to be slapped so hard by this young man, not to mention him.    

He had wanted to act cool in front of his ex-girlfriend, but he ended up getting slapped in the face. He was unwilling to accept this and wanted to go back to check up on that young man's background.    

It was better if he didn't check, because the more he checked, the more he felt guilty. In the end, they even wanted to run away. This person could be expressed with three fingers in Mo Capital. Being an upper-class person was definitely not something that he, a little owner of a winery, could afford to offend.    

"Beauty, these coaches' private lessons, I bought them for ten years. How much does it cost? "    

After the short man left, Wan Qian said to the front desk.    

The coach was surprised. He never expected Wan Qian to be so generous. One buying for ten years!? They charge three hundred dollars an hour, eight hours a day for two thousand four hundred dollars. Three hundred and sixty-five days was eight hundred and seventy-six thousand, and ten years was eight million and seventy-six thousand.    

There were eight coaches standing there, and that was the 70.80 million!    

The front desk jumped up in surprise when they came up with this number.    

"Have you calculated it well?"    

Wan Qian said as he casually flipped through the fitness magazine beside him.    

Actually, they didn't buy their private lessons to help him build up his fitness, but to reward him for helping to build up a team. This was Wan Qian's usual style.    

To be your enemy, I am sorry. Being your own friend, sorry, I let you earn soft hands.    

"Forget it... It had been calculated... Brother, in total … Seventy-eight million! " The front desk unhesitatingly said the sum. He had never seen such a large amount of income since the gym opened. I'm afraid the investment in the whole gym is not as large.    

The coaches behind him were even more shocked. No one had ever thought that their ten years of private lessons would have so much money.