Peerless prodigal system

In the face of various speculations from the outside world, Wu Liang did not make any response.

He also knew that he would not hide his true identity for too long.

I believe that after a while, it may be exposed.

However, Wu Liang is not an underground worker, and his identity exposure does not have much impact on him. After all, he hides his identity purely because he does not want to attract too many people's attention, and there is no other conspiracy.

Fuli International Hotel, in a certain lake view villa, Wu Liang was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, enjoying the warm sunbathing with the lake breeze blowing.

"Sirou, go and make me some tea. For a change of taste this time, let's make a pot of Dongting Biluochun."

Wu Liang sat comfortably under the warm sunshine, his body and spirit were relaxed.

But at this moment, the cold and familiar voice in his head sounded again.

【Ding】

[The host's daily prodigal rating: low level]

[Prodigal Way: Slightly monotonous and boring]

[Warning: Deduct more than [-] points, I hope the host will not forget the original intention and be hardworking and prodigal]

Hearing this voice, Wu Liang frowned.

"Fuck! I was deducted [-] points! When did the requirements for daily prodigals become so strict?!"

The system said that the way of prodigal is monotonous, which is a bit nitpicking.

Since you are a prodigal, you only need to spend a lot of money, isn't it very monotonous, and this is unavoidable.

Wu Liang guessed that it might be that the method of prodigal money through the Internet recently has become a little monotonous. If other methods of prodigal property are interspersed, it may not be so monotonous and boring.

The system warned him this time and deducted [-] points from him.

The originally relaxed and comfortable expression was indeed affected.

However, a bright smile bloomed on the corner of his mouth immediately: "Hehe, as a prodigal son, how can such a small matter trouble me!"

Then, he took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Li Muzhi, keep an eye on the music beach. I have a bigger idea, to build the music beach into the largest music park in Huadu!"

"Okay brother-in-law, I will quickly find someone to make a design plan, and it is estimated that the expansion will continue."

Li Muzhi absolutely obeyed Wu Liang's orders, because he had experienced Wu Liang's methods before, and knew that Wu Liang had financial support from the prodigal group behind him, so building a music park would not be a problem.

After finishing the call with Li Muzhi, Wu Liang regained his relaxed and comfortable mood.

"This little request doesn't bother me at all. I'm a professional prodigal, and I'm trustworthy."

This was not a sensational decision, but Duan Xiaoming, who had been following Wu Liang's movements, scratched his heart.

Duan Xiaoming took his sister for a spin in a sports car. On the way back, he heard his assistant call to report the news, and he became absent-minded for a moment.

At this moment, the road ahead suddenly became congested, and it was the rush hour to get off work.

But Duan Xiaoming was absent-minded and didn't notice that the car in front had slowed down.

Give it a jerk.

Bang!
Crash!
It hit a Bentley Mulsanne.

Although Duan Xiaoming braked in time, he still bumped into the Bentley Mulsanne in front with a purely digital license plate number.

Immediately, he slapped the steering wheel hard, and cursed loudly: "You're paralyzed, what a f*cking bad luck!"

At this time, the owner of the car in front got out of the car with two young men and came to find Duan Xiaoming to argue.

Looking at the opponent's posture, it is not good.

A man with a tiger head tattooed on his chest patted on Duan Xiaoming's car door.

"Cao Nima, get out of the car, get out of the car quickly!"

Behind the man, the two young men were also shouting.

"My elder brother asked you to get out of the car, get out of the car right now!"

"You bastard, how do you drive, don't you have eyes?"

Duan Xiaoming was already depressed, but at this moment he was yelled at by some bastards, opened the car door, jumped out of the car, and said harshly to the bastards: "Don't yell, I have money, I can afford to pay, and you won't open it!" Looking at Lao Tzu's car with dog eyes, does it look like someone who can't afford it?!"

For Duan Xiaoming, finding the insurance company was too troublesome, and he wanted to use money to settle the matter in private, after all, he hadn't finished listening to the assistant's report.

However, those three bastards didn't give Duan Xiaoming any face at all.

"Your Ferrari is amazing, you idiot, you crashed Young Master Zhou's car, can you afford it?"

Duan Xiaoming calmed down a little. He raised his eyebrows and asked angrily, "Young Master Zhou? Which Young Master Zhou?"

"Damn! There is only a famous young master Zhou in Huadu, who else do you think? It's Zhou Shao's birthday and we are going to pick up Mrs. Young Madam. If you delay your business, smash your Ferrari!"

The two sides were torn apart, but Duan Xiaoming didn't expect that the other party was not a good opponent either.

Although the owner of the Bentley Mulsanne was not at the scene, judging by the posture of these people, they were not afraid of provoking Duan Xiaoming at all.

It seems that the identity of the car owner is even higher than that of Duan Xiaoming in Huadu.

After Duan Xiaoming calmed down, his original arrogance also subsided a lot, because he guessed that the young master Zhou mentioned by the other party was probably one of the five young masters.

Duan Xiaoming has always coveted the position of the Five Young Masters in Huadu, and has always been dissatisfied with the five rich young men, but if he really wants to confront him head-on, he is still inferior.

Duan Xiaoming swallowed his anger forcibly, and said to the three people: "I will write down this account for you. If I am not in a hurry, the three of you will never run away. Next time you see me, hide and don't know How did I die!"

Duan Xiaoming's words are very confident, but if he really has the confidence, he will continue to go down with the other party. He really has a certain fear of the owner Zhou Shao, and now he speaks harshly to Zhou Shao's little guy, just to find Save face.

"Xiao Liu, let's do this first. After I finish this mess and go back to the company, you can tell me in detail why that guy wants to build a music park!"

Duan Xiaoming ended the call with his assistant Xiao Liu, and then negotiated and mediated with the party who was bumped.

Afterwards, when Duan Xiaoming returned to the company, the more he thought about it, the more depressed he became.

"That Wu Liangsha pen is enough to annoy me, and the bastard from the Zhou family has also come to provoke me. It's really reckless!"

Duan Xiaoming was very depressed.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

"If it wasn't for Wu Liang, I wouldn't be absent-minded, let alone drive into Zhou's car. It's all because of that Wu Liang!"

This is a bit forcing Wu Liang to take the blame.

Wu Liang was blamed for losing the bet, Wu Liang was blamed for crashing a car, Wu Liang is his father, and he is responsible for all his actions.

"Speaking of which, what exactly is Wu Liang going to do on the music beach? According to the assistant, he's making a lot of noise this time, and the construction team is already busy."

Duan Xiaoming frowned and thought deeply.

Duan Xiaoming has always paid attention to "Music Beach".

It can be said that he sent people to closely monitor Wu Liang's movements. When he learned that Wu Liang had suddenly made a move to build a music theme park on that beach, he was also ready to move.