Strongest Wastrel

As my words came out, over a hundred Yihan bodyguards, without any reason, immediately blocked off the people Ouyang Zhanteng called over, from the inside to the outside, layer after layer, the situation was extremely big, as long as the other party dared to make the first move, they would definitely suffer an endless amount of punches!    

    

"You!" Ouyang Zhanteng's face changed as he looked at the figure that was like a long dragon.    

    

On the other hand, the restaurant manager turned pale with fright, jumping out to criticize them, "What are you doing? Who let you smash these windows? "    

    

I grabbed the manager by his collar and lifted him up, "I got someone to smash him, okay? It's exactly because you deserved a beating that I smashed it. "    

    

Relying on the fact that the restaurant was his place, the manager confidently said: "You let me down, so what if there's a lot of people? Don't you have to pay for it if it's broken? "    

    

"Compensation? Why not compensation?" Not only will I have to compensate you, I also have to buy this western restaurant! " I put the manager down again and glanced back at Director Qiao.    

    

Director Qiao immediately understood what I meant. With a wave of his hand, dozens of bodyguards carrying black leather bags immediately squeezed through the crowd. Ouyang Zhanteng's men didn't even dare to stop them and immediately made way for them to submit.    

    

Dozens of bodyguards stood in a row.    

    

I said, "Take out 10 million yuan first and throw him into the hospital until he dies!"    

    

When the manager heard this, he thought I was boasting and immediately laughed.    

    

However, before the manager could finish laughing, one of the bodyguards immediately pulled open the black leather bag, revealing the brand-new red notes inside. He grabbed them one by one and smashed them onto the manager's body!    

    

Pa ~    

    

Clap, clap ~    

    

Papapa ~    

    

A stack of money, in the hands of the bodyguard, was like a worthless tool, smashing onto the manager. The sky was full of money, so the manager had nowhere to hide.    

    

Especially when it hit the manager's face. The sound was even louder than a slap, causing him to fall to the ground from the pain.    

    

A total of ten million bills crazily smashed against the table. The manager struggled to get up and cried out, causing the entire restaurant to be filled with money.    

    

Even Ouyang Zhanteng was affected. He kept on backing away and desperately dodged. The people that he brought along all widened their eyes as they were shocked like never before.    

    

"Not enough! Another ten million! " I said unhappily. Another bodyguard opened the black leather bag, grabbed a stack of money and threw it away.    

    

I didn't stop until the manager was powerless to struggle and buried by the money until only his head was visible and his face was bruised and he was on the verge of death.    

    

Then, I looked back at Ouyang Zhanteng. Just one glance was enough to scare him into trembling.    

    

I said, "Were you going to make me kneel and kowtow just now? Can you tell me again? "    

    

Ouyang Zhanteng couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and didn't dare to say it out loud.    

    

Without saying anything, I instantly grabbed onto his hair and pulled him to the position of manager. I waved my hand and shouted, "Give me 50 million in cash and smash this bastard to death. This old man will use money to smash you to death! "    

    

Before Ouyang Zhanteng could react, dozens of bodyguards reached their hands into the black leather bag in unison, took out money and threw it at him.    

    

In an instant, countless bills flew out. The scene was extremely shocking. It landed heavily on Ouyang Zhanteng's face. He screamed in pain, but none of the people he called out dared to stand out. They all looked like turtles that had shrunk their heads.    

    

Other than that, the guests in the restaurant were so scared that they couldn't even stand properly when they saw this scene.    

    

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

    

"Isn't this posture a little too terrifying?" "This is the first time in my life that I've seen someone use so much money to smash someone …"    

    

"If I spend tens of millions on it, how long will I have to spend on it? Isn't this too wasteful? "    

    

"If this continues, even if Ouyang Zhanteng doesn't die, he will at least have to stay in the hospital for a year and a half."    

    

"He looks so familiar, so familiar. Just who is he?"    

    

"Wait, look at the symbols on the clothes of these bodyguards, it's Yihan company!"    

    

"I remember, I remember, he is …" The number one prodigal son of the East Tomb, Lee Shaobai! "    

    

"Rumble …"    

    

"..."    

    

"Ah ~ ~" Ouyang Zhanteng was smashed half to death. Gradually, the money surrounded him and he fell onto the ground as he screamed miserably, piling up mountain after mountain of money beside him!    

    

Right at this moment, an angry middle-aged man rushed into the restaurant and scolded, "Fuck, who caused my restaurant to become like this? Which one of you is the boss? Do you want to die? "    

    

However, the moment the middle-aged man who called himself the restaurant's owner walked to the center of the crowd and saw the scene in front of him, he felt as if his throat was stuck, and his legs went limp from the fear of the overwhelming amount of money, "This …" This is? Manager? Young Master Ouyang? "    

    

I raised my hand to signal the bodyguards to stop before turning my face to the side to look at the middle-aged man who was so shocked that I couldn't help but ask, "You're looking for me? "Are you the boss here?"    

    

The owner nodded and stammered, "I … I … I am … may I ask, who are you?"    

    

"You don't need to know who I am. You only need to know that from now on, I will be the boss of this place and your restaurant will be yours. As for the money, I will leave it here with you. I think you must have made a lot of money, but whether or not you can take it away will be up to your ability. " I pointed to the notes on the floor and spoke lightly.    

    

After saying that, I turned around and left. Everyone followed me and left the restaurant, standing outside in unison.    

    

Immediately after, Ouyang Zhanteng was dragged out of the money heap by his own people, his body was covered in injuries, but he still had consciousness. He glared at me with extreme hatred, "You dare to touch me, my people don't dare to touch you, but my dad definitely received the news, when he arrives, you're done for!" Don't run if you have the guts! Do you know who my father is? "    

    

"Ouyang Yun!"    

    

"The wealthiest man in Dongling!"    

    

"You can't afford to offend him!"    

    

I stood outside the restaurant and ignored Ouyang Zhanteng, silently waiting for the person that Director Qiao arranged for me to come over. I wanted to teach him a good lesson later.    

    

Very soon, the guests slowly walked out of the restaurant. Their faces were all pale, but they couldn't bear to leave. They chose to stay behind and watch, whispering to each other.    

    

"This is too wasteful. 70 million to buy this western restaurant?"    

    

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

    

"I've seen a prodigal one, but I've never seen such a prodigal one. Seven times!"    

    

"..."    

    

Finally, the owner of the restaurant directed a few waiters and dragged the manager out of the money pile. He ran up to me and asked, "Sir, may I ask if you really want to buy my restaurant for a high price of 70 million yuan?"    

    

"Nonsense!" This young master not only wants to buy it, but also wants to flatten this place! " "No," I said.    

    

"… …"    

    

Author's Note: Everyone is too excited, I can only be earlier!