Chapter 20 Mayor Jiang's Classic National Curse

To scare away Liu Mingcheng, Hong Dali followed Ji Zhiruo to the class. On the way, Hong Dali casually stuffed the bank card with more than 500,000 yuan in Ji Zhiruo's hand, and said with a smile, "I gave you the money, and thank you for speaking for me just now."

Ji Zhiruo's family can be considered a multi-millionaire, otherwise how could he be able to study in the most expensive private school in Beijing? It's just that although her family conditions are good, it's obviously not enough compared to Hong Dali. To her, more than 500,000 yuan is not a small amount. The girl turned red with fright, and said anxiously: "Master Dali, I can't accept this money." of!"

"If you ask you to accept it, you will accept it. There is so much nonsense." Hong Dali didn't care about that much, more than half a million is an astronomical figure in the eyes of others, but to him it is actually just a day's pocket money. Of course, he mainly needed Ji Zhiruo's help for one thing: "By the way, can you drive? Liu Mingcheng's car will drive me to the school gate after school at noon, and then I will ask my dog ​​legs to put away the spoils." As he spoke, he handed over the car keys that Liu Mingcheng handed over.

"Then, well..." Although Ji Zhiruo didn't want to accept the money, she dared not disobey Hong Dali's order, so she could only accept it nervously, and then asked in a low voice: "Master Dali, you really didn't pay for it just now." something?"

"It's okay, what can I do?" Now Hong Dali's health status has reached 45 points, although it is still a lot worse than the average person, but just now he fell on purpose, and he was prepared, so any problems will be solved. No.

As the two walked, Hong Dali occasionally secretly observed Ji Zhiruo.

This little girl is far less beautiful than her fiancée Tang Muxin, and compared to Ling Xiaoyi, she is no more than a sibling, but she has a gentle temper and a sense of responsibility. It is a good thing to have such a classmate.

Of course, the most important thing is that if you want to know the class you are in, with the help of such a little girl, you will get twice the result with half the effort.

Soon, the two arrived at the gate of Class 14, Grade 2, where Hong Dali was in the death class. Far away, Hong Dali heard deafening noises coming from the classroom. Of course, these are nothing. What really caught his attention was that he saw Tang Muxin waiting at the door of the classroom.

"You go in first, and help me bring my schoolbag in by the way." Although Hong Dali didn't know which seat he was in, he was always quick-witted and directly stuffed the schoolbag into Ji Zhiruo's hands. If you stay in the classroom like this, your seat will naturally be where your schoolbag is, it's very simple.

"Well, okay, then I'll go in first." Ji Zhiruo took Hong Dali's pure crocodile leather schoolbag worth tens of thousands of yuan, and said, "Master Dali, be careful, there are many messy things on the floor in the classroom, please don't fell."

"Okay, I know." After sending Ji Zhiruo away, Hong Dali walked up to Tang Muxin and asked strangely, "You came here to find me?"

Tang Muxin looked Hong Dali up and down, and her tone was very gentle: "Dali, I heard from my classmates that you fell, and I was a little anxious, so I came to take a look. Are you okay?" Looked up, down, left, and right.

"Ah, it's all right." Hong Dali was quite surprised by Tang Muxin's words: "But you always dislike me, why did you take the initiative to come here today?"

This girl has always been very concerned about her status as a prodigal son, and she is rarely kind to herself. It was beyond Hong Dali's expectation that she could come here today to care for herself.

Seeing that there was no one around, Tang Muxin blushed and said in a low voice, "Who... who took the initiative? I was thinking, and... no matter what, I'm your fiancée now,

You've always been weak, I'm afraid you'll get hurt..."

This little girl has a conscience. In fact, Tang Muxin didn't have a good face towards her, and Hong Dali really didn't blame her at all.

I am a prodigal son, but this Tang Muxin is a heavenly girl who is outstanding in both character and learning. It is completely reasonable for him not to be seen by her. If she is in a hurry to marry herself, it means that she worships money and has something wrong with her character.

So Hong Dali has never been angry with her since then, and hearing her say this now, Hong Dali also spoke softly: "Then thank you first, I'm fine, don't worry, I'm in a good state now. "As a result, before he could say a few words, the tone of the conversation changed instantly: "By the way, I asked Xiaoyi to get a dog. Come with me to see at night? There are Tibetan mastiffs, chow chows, huskies, and Satsuma. There can be a few hundred pieces, I plan to spend more money tonight, and if I don’t have enough houses, I’ll buy another one hundred and eighty units.”

"You...you know what a prodigal is!" Tang Muxin's pretty face flushed with anger, "I'm ignoring you, you took so many houses in that poor place just to raise dogs, it's really maddening!"

"Eh? It's not that serious, is it? Anyway, it's our house in Tianjing, the capital city. I can only be considered a small prodigal if I buy some fixed property. Why do you react so violently?" Hong Dali couldn't help but want to break up with her. Teasing: "I still feel that the defeat is small!"

"You go prodigal, I'm going back to class!" Tang Muxin snorted coquettishly, her pink and rosy mouth rose high, she turned around and ran away.

"Is it that scary?" Hong Dali sniffed: "Forget it, go back to class first, I woke up so early today, I have to catch up on sleep."

...

At the same time, Tianjing City Government Building, twelfth floor, mayor's office.

"Mayor Jiang, I came to disturb you so early, didn't it delay you?" Hong Dali's father, Hong Weiguo, leaned on the back of the sofa in the office and smiled at Mayor Jiang who was writing at his desk.

Mayor Jiang is about fifty years old, with a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He looks similar to Hong Dali's sketch actor Zhu Shimao when he was on Earth. At this time, I don’t know what I’m writing, and my writing is flying, but I replied: “Old Hong, don’t be joking. What kind of relationship do we need? But I’m also quite curious, you Come to me, what's the matter?"

Hong Weiguo took a sip of tea, and when Mayor Jiang's secretary left and only himself and Mayor Jiang were left in the office, he said, "Actually, the incident started because of my prodigal son."

"Your family's Dali?" Mayor Jiang frowned, and asked in doubt: "What happened to him? But it's not right, it doesn't look like it from your expression. But under normal circumstances, you should pay him back for spending some money when he spends a fortune." You won't take it seriously, will you?"

"I don't pay attention to normal things, but this time is different." Hong Weiguo said slowly: "This prodigal kid didn't know why he went crazy last night, but he actually bought some real estate from Ye Laixiang on the West Fourth Ring Road , Said he wanted to raise a dog."

"Buy a house and raise a dog vigorously?" Mayor Jiang stopped writing in shock: "How much did you buy?"

"The property worth 33 million yuan, after deducting his prodigal part, is actually worth about 30 million yuan." Hong Weiguo said helplessly.

"Damn it!" Mayor Jiang, who had always been steady and kept his expression unchanged in front of the collapse of Mount Tai, immediately uttered a classic national curse after hearing Hong Weiguo's words.