"Lamore! If there's anything you're not satisfied with, you can say it! I'll satisfy you! There's no need to be like this. "The knockoff Pacquiao roared." You're making it very difficult for me! "
Lamore was unmoved. "There are too many things I'm not satisfied with. Let the brothers see for themselves. What car are you driving? It's a German Mercedes-Benz! What about mine? It's a Dongfeng produced by Hua Xia! Although mine looks bigger, there's a world of difference in value. "
The knockoff Pacquiao quickly said, "I can give you a Mercedes-Benz! I can give you any Mercedes-Benz you want! "
"You live in a seaside condominium with three floors. There's a swimming pool, a home theater, and all kinds of luxurious facilities." Lamore continued, "What do I have? I'm still living in an old house in the slums. Of all the brothers here, has any one of you moved out of the slums? "
These words were in everyone's hearts. If the knockoff Pacquiao didn't live in such an extravagant house, they could endure living in an old house in the slums.
But as the boss, he lived in a seaside villa that occupied several acres of land. His brothers actually had to return to the slums every night to live like the slums.
In fact, they were poor to begin with. The knockoff Pacquiao gave them a pitiful amount of money every month. Although they had food to eat and drink on a daily basis, it wasn't anything high-class. It was just to fill their stomachs.
And they had to work every month to get money. If they didn't work, they really had to starve and didn't get a single cent. It was worse than working in factories.
Even if they did work, if it wasn't dangerous work that put their lives on the line, the money they could get was pitifully little.
If he wanted to make more money, there were only a few ways. Gambling, drugs, and pornography were all in the hands of the copycat Pacquiao. He would only cooperate with those in power when it came to making money. Even if he got the benefits, he would only share it with those in power.
As his brothers, they just ran errands and didn't get any benefits at all.
For example, the business of "transporting poison" was a profitable business with little capital. The money that his brothers who helped him deliver the goods was pitifully little. It was no different from the money that an ordinary truck driver could get.
That was why the knockoff Pacquiao was unpopular.
Many of the brothers present even felt a trace of understanding towards Lamore's actions today.
This was a very scary thing, and it was what the copycat Pacquiao was most worried about.
"Money, in the end, everything you said was because of money! I'll give you money! "The knockoff Pacquiao said," How much money do you want? I'll give it to you! "
Lamoer shook his head. "Now that things have come to this, it's no longer a matter of money. Boss … you've already disappointed our brothers."
At this moment, Pacquiao felt real fear. He realized that the problem could no longer be solved with money. Lamore didn't just want money, he wanted the power in his hands.
As long as Lamore had the right, he could do whatever he wanted to do by himself.
"Lamore, don't do anything stupid." The knockoff Pacquiao was already panicking. He knew his brothers too well. Lamore was a desperado. He was the kind of person who would do anything to achieve his goals.
This kind of person was a double-edged sword. When he could be used, he was a sharp weapon to attack a city.
If this kind of person couldn't be used, he would be a terrifying threat.
The knockoff Pacquiao had never been as worried as he was today. The moment Lamore's ambition was revealed, he knew that he was in the biggest trouble of his life.
"All this time, I've worked hard for you. Now, I don't want to do that anymore." Lamore said, "I believe that I can do whatever you can do, but I'm different from you. I can lead my brothers to live a better life!"
With that, Lamore threw all the money he got from Xu Yun into the sky!
Thousands of dollars flew all over the sky. At this moment, the underlings who were still living in the slums couldn't care about anything else.
Every thousand pesos could allow their families to live a good life for a week. This was the temptation!
They worked under the boss every day. There were very few people who could get more than thirty thousand pesos a month. It was very pitiful.
Thirty thousand pesos was only about four thousand yuan. Those who could get this amount had to exchange their lives for it. If they were not careful, they could lose their lives. This was the most terrifying thing.
While everyone was picking up the money, Lamore made the most important decision in his life.
He believed that this was the turning point of his life! As long as he took this step, everything here would be under his control in the future!
Lamore strangled the boss's neck with all his might. The boss's face turned the color of pig liver. He never thought that Lamore would use this method to deal with him!
All the brothers were picking up the money. No one looked up to see what was happening.
Everyone, including Hindustani, only had a few pesos on the ground. This was enough to make them go crazy.
Xia Qiuyu couldn't help but sigh. The people here really hadn't seen money before.
The knockoff Pacquiao struggled with all his might. He desperately wanted to scream, hoping that his brothers could find him and save him. But at this moment, everyone only had money in their eyes!
Money was the most powerful thing.
At this moment, the knockoff Pacquiao suddenly understood that his most precious thing was not money, but his underlings.
If he could let the group of brothers under him live a happy life like him, they wouldn't have ended up like this today.
No one raised their head for him. No one was worried about whether his life would be threatened by Lamore.
Just like that, for a full two minutes, everyone was immersed in the process of picking up the money. Just like that, all the money that Lamore spilled were all picked up by his underlings.
Xu Yun knew that he didn't misjudge people. A person who was willing to throw money out at the beginning was a person who could achieve great things.
The reason why some people could succeed and why others couldn't was very simple. It was "EQ."
EQ determined everything.
La Mole was able to throw the money away before he received any support. Everyone who picked up the money had taken his things. If he wanted to rise up, these people would be short-handed. No one would stand out to stop him.
When the last bill was picked up by Hindustani, their boss, the knockoff Pacquiao, had completely stopped breathing.
Lamore let go of his hand. The knockoff Pacquiao's body slowly lay down. Finally, it made a muffled sound.
Everything was over.
Lamore personally sent him away. From now on, everything here belonged to him. From now on, he was the boss here!
"If anyone can't stand what I did today, you can stand up and scold me now," Lamore said calmly. "As long as you think I did something wrong, you can say it."
The money was already taken. Who would stand up and say anything! That would be too unkind.
"Since there's no one, I want to say something." Lamore continued, "I, Lamore, stand here today and promise all my brothers! As long as I, Lamore, have food to eat, I will let my brothers have food to eat. If I, Lamore, have a Mercedes-Benz, my brothers have a BMW to drive! I'm definitely not like him … I will treat everyone equally. I will never enjoy myself! "
These words were too exciting!
Who cared if what he said was true or not. At this time, it was necessary to win people's hearts!
"Lamore! Boss! Lamore! Boss! "Hindustani was the first to take the lead and shout. Soon, everyone followed.
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