"I seal it! I don't have a four at all." Xia Dirui opened the lid of the dice cup with a smile. There were neither three nor four inside.

Zhang Moying was slapped by the little girl, and she angrily poured a glass of wine, and started again.

But when she plays psychological tactics, why is she the opponent of the genius little girl with an IQ of 18? After a few games, she threw away her armor and lost a lot. She drank most of the bottle of wine, and the other half was Xia Dirui.

The two of them had a good time and continued to ask for wine and continued to play.

"I'm calling six five points, do you dare to open it?" Zhang Moying shouted fiercely.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Xia Dirui was about to open the dice cup, and a well-dressed obese man pulled open the chair next to him and sat down. He looked at two girls like cockfighting, playing with the ZIPPO lighter in his hand casually. The golden Vacheron Constantin watch on his wrist flashed and smiled, "The long night is long, two little beauties are drinking here, don't you feel lonely? Why don't you play with you? I will pay for the bill tonight."

The man was about forty years old, with a fat head and big ears, a shaved beard. His hair was combed back with a big shiny back, and his eyes were filled with a stunning look. He was followed by two followers in black suits, and he was extraordinary. He was Fan Kun, the owner of Lianyuan Telecom, whom he met at the "Spanish Coast" restaurant last time.

Zhang Moying glared at her eyes and said, "We didn't invite you, why don't you go away!"

Fan Kun stared at Xia Dirui. His quiet appearance, calm side face, mature sexiness and young purity intertwined each other, made people unable to stop. The more I looked at him, he liked him more and more. He smiled and said, "Little Beauty, why don't Mr. Xu come out with you?"

After the life-and-death battle in Zhengde Casino, Phoenix will lose its territory on Cangwu Road, and Fan Kun is also scolded by Su Chengya, who is now acting as a human being with his tail between his legs.

It is obviously not his style to act low-key, but he dare not disobey his nephew's orders, so he ran to the bar to have fun.

At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, I just entered the bar and found Xia Dirui's beautiful face that could not be concealed by the dim lights.

Seeing that the little beauty didn't say anything, Fan Kun smiled with a saliva and said, "What's your name? Why don't your uncle take you out for fun? Uncle has a lot of money, you can go anywhere you want. Do you want to buy brand-name clothes? Necklaces, rings, bracelets, and high-end mobile phones, you can choose whatever you want."

Usually, Fan Kun is not always so direct, or vulgar when hanging horses outside. When society develops to this point, beauties become more and more picky and have more and more scheming appetites. Not only does men require wealth and beauty, but they also have temperament, demeanor and talent.

When you make an appointment with a beautiful woman, you must first have a very atmosphere place, such as the top floor of a five-star hotel, overlooking the ants, the night breeze is blowing, standing on the railing, chanting a poem similar to "As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, it will be better than countless people in the world", and turn to the beauty and wear a diamond necklace of more than ten carats.

Or the exotic southern European restaurants by the seaside, accompanied by flowers and wine by the windows near the sea, staring at each other with deep and melancholy eyes, gently shaking the Patus wine of 20,000 US dollars per piece, and said in a low and magnetic voice: "I have walked many roads, walked many bridges, seen many shapes of clouds, and drank many kinds of wine, but I have only loved a woman of the best age."

This is what it means to touch the heart.

You have to stand up with a fat belly like an eight-month-old pregnancy and say to the beauty, "How much does it cost to spend a night with you? Just offer a price." Only the beauty who is both silly and vulgar and has no grade will agree.

Like Fan Kun, a nouveau riche who developed through his sister's nepotism, knows what taste is?

Since I first met Xia Dirui at a Spanish Coast restaurant, I was distracted by her thrilling beauty and had no thoughts about food and food. In more than a month, my weight dropped sharply from 180 kilograms to 179.5 kilograms.

When I saw her again, I was so happy that I didn’t know what she was, and my IQ dropped sharply, and I just wanted to try my best to please her.

Xia Dirui ignored it and said coldly: "Get out, dead fat pig, I don't care about these things."

Fan Kun hurriedly said, "Ah? Then what do you like? As long as you can say it, I can give it to you."

Xia Dirui has been precocious since childhood. She is 13 or 14 years old and has an eighteen-year-old mentality. She can only be cute when facing Chen Huayao. When facing others, she is a mature style that is completely adult. Her eyes with black and white glances glanced at him and said, "Even if the whole world belongs to you, don't you think you are fat and ugly? When you reincarnate, your body and the ball are combined, and your brain cells are penetrated by inorganic substances, right? I want to grow like you... Don't say you are swaying in a bar, you don't even dare to show your face when you go out. You should hide under the bed every day and tremble. Praying for not being destroyed by humanity is serious."

Zhang Moying burst into laughter.

Fan Kun's fat face suddenly seemed to be strangled by a gorilla and thrust his mouth hard, from white to red to green.

Xia Dirui said again: "Your ugliness is obvious, as real and specific as the disposable foam lunch box in the garbage recycling bin. Needless to say, how much money can you have?"

Fan Kun finally came to his senses. When he heard the word "money", he turned proud again, straightened his back and coughed: "Not much, money is just an outside thing for me, only 700 to 800 million yuan. From the first ring to the sixth ring, dozens of houses are not something I can't afford. Cough cough... Say it, I will buy you whatever you want."

In fact, Fan Kun's assets are only tens of millions of Chinese coins, and he can use even less liquid capital, no more than 10 million. He was just hit hard by the beauty before, and tried every means to earn back his face. He deliberately exaggerated dozens of times. I thought that this thing would not be able to find out even if the account book was placed in front of you.

Xia Dirui said lightly: "I want a cruise ship like the Emperor Chengzu. Can you afford it?"

Fan Kunwu's smug face immediately held back his smugness, and said, "Uh..."

The "Emperor Chengzu" cruise ship is the most luxurious cruise ship in the world's history. It has a displacement of 5,000 tons, a length of 370 meters, and a width of 52 meters. It has twelve floors above and below, including tennis courts, golf courses, ten swimming pools, and 160 rooms that are more luxurious than the presidential suite of the Sailing Hotel.

The home port that docks all year round is Xiangjing Port, which cruiss in the Zhonghai, Jinwei, Changlian, Lan Island to Xiangjing routes. The overall cost is 6.2 billion yuan, comparable to an aircraft carrier. For example, the Titanic and Queen Elizabeth are like the difference between a tractor and a Ferrari in front of it.

Even if you buy Fan Kun’s entire wealth, it won’t be enough to play for half a month.

Xia Dirui took a sip of wine, and her red lips made Fan Kun's eyes instantly straighten, saying, "Can't afford it? Then I want a Mild horse, your money should be enough, right?"

Fan Kun swallowed his saliva with difficulty again, and didn't even say a sound.

"Milde" is the most expensive horse racing in Zhonghai City and even in the country. It is a pure blood species from Kazakhstan. Last year, it was transferred by Qianjiashun Company to the racecourse of the Cao family consortium. The transaction price was 250 million Chinese coins. Fan Kun's net worth is also very good.

Xia Dirui curled his lips and said, "Okay, I want a duke-level membership card for Zhenguan Club."

Zhenguan Club is one of the top business clubs in Xiangjing City. It is said that there is the shadow of MPs behind it, and it is only open to top-level wealthy people, provincial celebrities and cadres at or above the department level.

Applying to join a member requires them to go through their layers of review. If you don’t have a billion yuan in net worth, don’t mention it. You can’t get in with your relationship.

The membership card is divided into three levels according to membership status. The lowest is the Earl level, and then the Marquis level, Duke level, Prince level, and Emperor level.

There are only a few dozen people in the country who are qualified for Duke. The membership fee of one year alone costs 20 million yuan, and there are even fewer members at the Prince level. As for the Emperor level, I have never seen it.

At this time, Fan Kun felt his whole body numb and said in a daze: "This, this..."

Xia Dirui said: "You can't afford it, you can't get any one, and you dare to claim to be rich? If I do, I will die quickly. The internal organs of the body are useless, so it's a little meaning to donate fat to the soap factory to make soap."

"You, you!" Fan Kun's pitiful self-esteem was peeled off by her blood. He stood up in anger, kicked over a bench, pointed at Xia Dirui and shouted: "You have to leave if you don't leave tonight. I'll kill you!"

He reached out and grabbed her chest.

Xia Dirui didn't expect the fat man to be angry and wanted to commit crimes. He hurriedly stepped back and avoided him, saw clearly where Fan Kun came from, grabbed the beer bottle and came on his forehead.

When it's time to do it, the little girl completely adheres to her brother's style.

There was a "boom".

The beer bottle was not broken, and a red mark was left on Fan Kun's forehead, but he woke up, and his expression became even more ashamed and annoyed, saying, "What a girl, I dare to hit your master!"

The follower behind him suddenly said, "President Fan, why not let Tang Su teach them a lesson, and it would be better to take the wildness of this savage girl?"

"Soup?"

The follower leaned forward and whispered a few words.

Fan Kun was stunned for a moment, and his ugly smile opened: "Okay, since you don't want toast and drink, don't blame me for being rude. Xiao Wang, grab them into the private room!"

The two followers immediately stepped forward, one by one, and grabbed Xia Dirui and Zhang Moying's wrists.

The two girls were so anxious that they struggled desperately, but they could not resist the strength of their followers. After trying to scream a few times, they were immediately covered by their mouths. In this case, their brains were a hundred times more flexible, and they could not help but face the strong and reckless enemy.

There were noisy people in the bar and the scene was chaotic, and no one noticed all this.

They were taken away by a nearby private room, including their mobile phones.

Xia Dirui was angry and annoyed, and looked at the gap and kicked an important part of a follower. How did the follower think that Wenwen's weak little girl would do this trick? She fell to the ground in pain.

Seeing this, another follower came over fiercely and raised his hand to slap her in the face. He only beat Xia Dirui so hard that he threw him to the sofa, and scolded: "Bitch, are you looking for death?"

When Fan Kun saw the beauty being beaten, he felt a little regretful at first, and then he remembered the conversation before him, and became anxious again. He became angry and became angry, and he became brave and shouted: "Give her some color!"

Xia Dirui covered her face, so calm that she was creepy: "Don't be excited, you will be dead when my brother comes."

"Your brother? Haha, it's that little bastard, right? OK! Then I really hope to see him! But it's not in this place."

The "Tang Shop" mentioned by Fan Kun was Tang Junlin, the director of the Strawberry Road Police Station. After receiving a call, he rushed to the private room with two police officers and rushed into the private room with a bad expression.

"Mr. Fan, we came as soon as we received your call. What's going on?" Tang Junlin bit hard on the word "report to the police".
Chapter completed!