Chapter 463 The Landlord's Foolish Son

"How much money do you have now?

Wang Dacong looked at Shen Lang's smile at this time, like a fraudster.

After thinking for a long time, he was afraid and said: "No...not much, Brother Langer, don't look at me like that, I'm scared."

Um? ? ? ?

"You're so scared, what's wrong with me?"

"Why don't you take a look in the mirror? You look like a fraud when you smile now. Do you look like you are cheating me out of money!!!"

Shen Lang... retracted his smile and whispered, "Can you see this?"

Mr. Wang...bastard! ! ! ! ! Did you just admit it directly? ! ! ! !

"What, you are overthinking, how is that possible?" Shen Lang said with a kind smile.

Mr. Wang... Guess whether I believe it or not.

Shen Lang walked up to Young Master Wang and patted Young Master Wang on the shoulder: "My nephew, listen to me..."

Young Master Wang directly made a stop gesture with his hand.

"Wait!!! What is this name!!!"

Shen Lang coughed lightly: "It's not important!"

"Important!!!" Young Master Wang said firmly.

"Didn't we agree at the beginning that everyone should have their own issues!!! Why am I a generation shorter than you when we are almost the same age?"

Shen Lang curled his lips and whispered, "Doesn't this make you appear close?"

"I need you, but you just want to take advantage of me." Young Master Wang rolled his eyes at Shen Lang.

"Okay, Brother Cong, that's it."

"I heard that your father gave you 500 million?"

"Well, there are still 450 million..."

Shen Lang........

"How long have you been eating your damn money? How long have you spent your money?"

"I rewarded the anchor. I also bought two cars." Mr. Wang said straightforwardly.

Shen Lang..........

He patted Mr. Wang on the shoulder and said, "You are indeed a silly son of a landlord."

"Go away, didn't you praise me back then and say that I could become famous?"

Shen Lang rolled his eyes: "Is this how you fight for fame? If I can at best find a chance to cooperate with a guild, write a script, earn 10 million, directly become famous, and then ask the guild to refund me 8 million , you have this title, you just like to show off, and you give gifts to female anchors every day, just to satisfy your vanity. "

Shen Lang's words came true. Isn't that what Wang Dancong is like? Damn, he suffered so much injustice abroad. His first love left him because he had no money. When he returned to China, revenge grew, and his father gave him money again.

When he sees a good-looking girl, he can't help but buy gifts and let the female anchor kneel down and lick him to satisfy his little vanity. If you have money, you are a master. This feeling is addictive.

(Refer to Brother Wuji here.)

Young Master Wang was a little embarrassed by what he was saying, and so on.

"You said, the guild can still refund the money!!!"

Shen Lang rolled his eyes: "Aren't you talking nonsense? How many of those big brothers on the list were arranged by the guild to deliberately fool the people, stimulate consumption, get all the rich back, and all the poor. In the anchor industry, how much money can be earned? The money is all common people's money, it's just a way to make money. The water is deep here. If there is more money, there will be a lot of room for manipulation. You have been abroad for so long, and you don't know about the black industry chain? "

Mr. Wang......

"I am still naive!!!"

Shen Lang patted Mr. Wang on the shoulder: "However, it's not easy for a silly boy like you to do such a thing. Otherwise, the national husband will pretend to be a coward and return the money. If this spreads out, it won't let others A joke, right?"

Young Master Wang was convinced: "Ah, yes, that's what I think. To open up the pattern, isn't it about money? My father has plenty of it."

Shen Lang...the corners of his mouth twitched...

"If you want to enter the live broadcast industry, my evaluation for you is that you have a vision. This industry is indeed a hot spot. Although your current operation is a bit of a waste of money, you have indeed made a name for yourself. In addition, you are old Dad, I'm helping you, you kid, you can make it happen."

Shen Lang was like a boss or godfather at this time, full of brilliance.

Young Master Wang squinted at Shen Lang: "Can you please stop giving your seniority to my dad all the time?"

Shen Lang coughed lightly: "I'm used to it, I'm used to it. I'm used to this when I fool people."

Mr. Wang...you are like a fraud! ! ! ! It's still too late for me to leave now! ! ! !