249: Chapter 249 Come on, Let’s Hurt Each Other (Second Update) 249: Chapter 249 Come on, Let’s Hurt Each Other (Second Update) “Has this kid gone crazy over money?
If he has five million, I’ll donate five million right now,” a young man shouted.
“Damn, I can’t stand to watch this anymore.
This guy really knows how to put on a show.”
“Hehehe, boy, you’ve got quite an attitude.
I really want to see how you’re going to pull out five million,” Yi Bing said coldly.
Even Weng Shuang turned pale.
Five million, even for her, was all her savings, amounting to just over five million.
Unless she asked her family for money.
Immediately, Weng Shuang pulled out her phone.
“Weng Yufeng, come to Yunlong International Mall, seventh floor, right now,” she said.
Zhang Fan didn’t even glance at Yi Bing but urged her on.
“What are you waiting for, swipe the card.”
The girl was terrified by the huge amount Zhang Fan mentioned.
That’s five million, my God!
“Sir, please enter your password,” the girl said.
Zhang Fan’s fingers flew, and he quickly entered the password.
“Beep, beep, beep!”
A paper slowly emerged from the printer.
“This, has it transferred successfully?” someone asked in a low voice, sounding very deep.
“Damn, does this guy really have five million?
How could he possibly be so rich?”
A crowd began to exclaim.
Even on Weng Shuang’s face, a look of shock appeared.
This guy, wasn’t he just saying he didn’t bring any money for milk tea?
My God, five million.
Even she couldn’t just throw around such a huge amount of money.
This is money, not paper.
Yi Bing was shocked, and the woman by his side was too.
Five million, this guy really has five million.
Zhang Fan slowly turned his head, sneering, “Young Master Yi, you’re rich, so come on, let’s hurt each other a bit.
Whoever chickens out is the loser.”
“Right, that guy, come here.
Didn’t you say you wanted to donate five million too?
Come on, don’t chicken out.
I’m telling you, if you dare to run, I’ll break your legs.
Don’t worry, I can heal, and I guarantee your legs will work even better than before!”
“Hiss!”
The crowd listening to Zhang Fan’s words shivered.
They had seen Zhang Fan’s ability to fight.
Kicking Yi Bing was just like kicking a dog.
The person in the distance stood frozen on the spot, his face changing colors.
“Bro, I was wrong, I don’t have that much money,” the man said with a sad face.
Zhang Fan sneered incessantly, “Weren’t you yelling about donating five million just now, dumbass?”
Zhang Fan said, then he glanced at Yi Bing and gestured for him to go ahead.
Yi Bing’s expression shifted uncertainly, but soon, he sneered, “Heh, it’s just five million.
I’ll donate six million.
I don’t believe you have more money.”
As he spoke, Yi Bing had the girl at the front desk swipe his card.
The girl’s hands trembled.
Though this was a luxury store, she had never seen anyone casually throw around five or six hundred thousand.
“Hehe,” Zhang Fan chuckled lightly, six million?
Was that a lot?
He had forty million in this card.
Money, if it runs out, can be earned again, moreover, it was for a school donation in a poor mountain area.
Plus, this money came from Long Xiao; there was no way he was at a loss.
“Beep, beep, beep!”
“Alright, six million, make sure to take a good look,” Yi Bing said grudgingly as he waved the receipt in front of Zhang Fan.
“Oh, is that so?
Then I’ll just donate another two million,” Zhang Fan said, handing his card over again.
“Donating more?”
The girl at the front desk was shocked, it was already five million!
“Don’t worry, I’m not like someone who boasts about donating mere fifty thousand.
Hurry up, I’m busy,” Zhang Fan glanced at Yi Bing and then urged her.
“Hehe, just two million?
I’ll throw in another two million,” Yi Bing said after Zhang Fan, as he donated another two million.
“Little guy, you think you’re tough?
Let’s hurt each other some more, I don’t believe you have more money,” Yi Bing said in pain.
Damn, that’s eight million, shit!
But thinking of the three kicks he received from Zhang Fan, he wished Zhang Fan would go bankrupt.
Hmph, when you’re out of money, you just ask the family for it!
“Oh, then I’ll raise another two million,” Zhang Fan said.
“Another two million!”
“Oh, I just happen to have some money left, whoever flinches is a coward,” Zhang Fan taunted.
A group of people stared at Zhang Fan almost dumbfounded.
Damn, that makes eleven million now.
Is this guy from some major family?
Fuck, in the whole city of S, there’s only the Ouyang Family from the major families.
Fucking hell, so rich yet dressed like that, carrying an old Nokia model from years ago, fuck, are you just out to disgust people?
Worthy of the amount of money you’re carrying?
“Fifteen million!”
“Shit, how much money does this guy have?
Didn’t he say that was his last bit?
Fuck, how can he drop two million without even blinking?”
The crowd was at a loss for words.
The last bit?
Was that fuck really his last bit?
Especially seeing Yi Bing’s bloodshot eyes, everyone was speechless.
Damn it, just how much money do you have?
Can you just quantify it in one lump sum?
“Sir, your balance is now insufficient,” the girl said carefully as she handed Yi Bing his card back.
Yi Bing’s face instantly turned red.
“How could it not be enough?
That kid still has some,” Yi Bing roared pointing at Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan smiled coldly, “Hey, you’ve run out, huh?
Weren’t you acting all high and mighty just now?
How come you don’t have enough money?
I donated a million more than you, don’t chicken out now, keep going.”
“Ah, it’s just sixteen million.
For an heir of the Yi Family, that’s all the money you have?
Stepping out with such little money, you dare to show off?
How can you face yourself?” Zhang Fan continued to mock.
He had donated seventeen million and still had twenty-three million left in his account!
The crowd around was sharply inhaling.
Sixteen million?
That’s not enough?
This, damn it, is a huge amount of money.
No kidding, out of all of us here, who the hell carries so much money?
Fuck, even with a big family business at home, it hasn’t been handed down to them yet.
Having eight or nine million would be incredible.
Who the hell would trust their own people to squander a few tens of millions?
Yi Bing’s eyes were incredibly bloodshot, he yelled at the front desk girl, “My card can be overdrafted by twenty million, how come it’s all gone?”
“Sir, sorry, but the overdraft feature of your bank card does not apply for donations,” the girl explained.
“Ah, if you don’t have money, don’t come out and pretend.
Now you’re shivering, huh?
What were you saying just now, ‘whoever flinches is a coward?’ Do you admit I’m your grandson?” Zhang Fan relentlessly said.
Why don’t you keep acting tough?
Weng Shuang, after all, is your aunt, how dare you talk back to her?
“Yo, Zhang Fan, how come I meet you everywhere?” Ouyang Feng walked in, his arm around a pure-looking girl, looking at Zhang Fan in surprise.
“Ouyang, can you lend me some money?” Yi Bing looked at Ouyang Feng like he was his last hope.
“Borrow money?
For what?” Ouyang Feng asked.
“This kid and I are competing in donations.
I just need a little more to surpass him,” Yi Bing said pointing at Zhang Fan.
Ouyang Feng’s eyes twinkled, then he said, “Sure, how much?”
“Ten million!” Yi Bing said with reddened eyes.
“Fine, eleven million back within a month, OK?” Ouyang Feng said.
“Fine!” Yi Bing gritted his teeth and said.
“Alright, go write the IOU, and I’ll transfer it to you now.”
Soon, Yi Bing had the IOU written.
“I’ve transferred the money,” Ouyang Feng said.
“OK!
Kid, come on, let’s continue,” Yi Bing yelled at Zhang Fan.
Ouyang Feng walked up to Zhang Fan with a smile, patted him on the shoulder, and said, “Brother, are you selling that Da Hong Pao tea?
The price my grandpa mentioned, ten million per gram.
You still have so much, I just want a hundred grams!”
The people around were suddenly silent.
Ten million a gram?
A hundred grams?
Ten billion!
To hell with it!
Is this even tea?
Wait, this kid has tea worth ten billion?
And he still has some to spare?