Hearing that Hong Dali had chosen the candidates, the others who were not chosen sighed and blamed their parents for not giving them good looks to be lackeys. This was ridiculous!
Why else would looks be so important? If the women were not good-looking and the men were not fierce, they would not even have the chance to be lackeys. As for those who were not smart, they would not be able to be lackeys. Look at how quickly they changed the way they addressed each other. This was the only way to make their master happy, right?
Hong Dali was very happy now. "En, not bad, you have good eyes. Driver, where's the driver? "
Driver: "I'm here."
Hong Dali: "One, two, three … six, seven, eight, nine … six women and three men. Give them three cars. I want the best cars, the kind that will blind people when they go out! The men will be the drivers, and the women will sit behind. This way, it will be stylish to go out. "
"…" The driver wiped his sweat. "Okay, I'll arrange it now!" Saying so, he hurriedly went out to make the call.
The hearts of the six women and three men who were chosen instantly beat wildly. They looked at Hong Dali like devout believers worshipping a god.
As for the others that weren't chosen, all of them struck their chests and stamped their feet while sighing about how the heavens were blind.
"Okay, you, come here!" Hong Dali pointed at the prettiest girl among the nine lackeys, who was about 22 or 23 years old, and said, "Go and pour a drink for me and my wife." He then pointed at Tang Muxin and said to the rest, "Do you see her? She will be your mistress from now on! Her words are my words! You are not allowed to object, understand? "
The remaining eight lackeys instantly nodded and bowed to Tang Muxin. "Greetings, Mistress! Thank you for your hard work, Mistress! "
Tang Muxin was so angry that her face turned red. She stomped her feet and said, "Who is your mistress? Only a prodigal like him would do such a thing. Don't hold me back! "
The eight lackeys: "Yes, we will follow Mistress's instructions!"
"I said I'm not the mistress!" Tang Muxin felt like she was going to break down. Accompanying Hong Dali to squander today was an extremely wrong decision. It couldn't be any worse! She was a smart girl, but for some reason, when she was with Hong Dali, there seemed to be signs of a sharp decline in her IQ.
Tang Muxin was really afraid that she would become senile if she continued to stay here.
Hong Dali didn't care at all. With a snap of his fingers, a male lackey instantly came forward and licked his boots. "Young Master, what instructions do you have for me?"
Hong Dali was very satisfied with his reaction. He threw the bank card to him and said, "Go, get the manager to swipe the card. Five thousand yuan for each of you. Also, calculate how much you've spent tonight."
Giving five thousand as a service fee the moment they met was equivalent to a private stash of money! The eight lackeys immediately expressed their gratitude. "Thank you, Young Master! May Young Master live for ten thousand autumns and ten thousand years, enjoy immortal blessings and live as long as the heavens! "
Yup, my physical fitness isn't that great. These words were the most comfortable to hear. Hong Dali laughed heartily. "Well said, well said. Work fast. Let's go and have a seat over there. Oh, right, where's the light? Where's the music? All of you, come up! Yes, yes, yes, that singer. I'm talking to you. What are you looking at? Hurry up and sing, you'll get a tip. "
What was a nouveau riche? What did it mean to squander without blinking an eye? This was it!
Sleeping until one wakes up naturally, counting money until one's hand cramps. This feeling of squandering with one's eyes wide open was the best, wasn't it?!
Hearing this spendthrift who came out of nowhere saying that he would get a lot of money, the singer didn't wait any longer and started howling with all his might. Hong Dali couldn't help it after hearing two lines. "Do you dare to change to a better song? If you continue singing like this, I won't even be able to drink water! "
"Yes, yes, yes." The singer panicked and hurriedly changed to another song. However, the song that he changed still didn't reach Hong Dali's ears. Hong Dali was about to ask him to change again when he suddenly had an idea. He thought to himself, If I give him a tip, no matter how stupid he is, he should know to change to a song that he's good at. Yet, he came up with such an awful song. The others seem to like it. In that case, could it be that all songs in this world are like "Tears Behind Prison Bars"? This kind of song is very normal? What the heck, I can't live on like this anymore …
Before Hong Dali transmigrated, he loved listening to songs the most. This was because it was one of the few things that he could relax without spending money. The feeling of wearing earphones and reading a novel couldn't be any better. If all the songs in this world were like this … listening to "Tears Behind Prison Bars" would only cause his originally good mood to instantly become depressed, right?!
"Young Master, Young Madam, the drinks are here." Just as he was thinking up to this point, one of the nine lackeys, the prettiest maid, carried a high-end silver tray in her hands. On the tray were two glasses that shone with a charming purple light. In the glasses, there was an unknown liquid that smelled a little like jasmine. It looked very good. What was worth mentioning was that this maid was really smart. In just a short while, she had already changed into a maid's outfit. Look at her long black hair, look at her small waist, look at her thighs that were tightly hugged by black stockings, look at her rosy lips, look at her big fluffy eyes, look at the two rabbit ears on her head, look at the white pompom on her butt … Hong Dali almost had a nosebleed.
Hong Dali almost had a nosebleed. He was stunned for a while before he remembered to take the drink. At the same time, he didn't forget to give her a thumbs up. "Good job, good job. You're really good. Pretty lady, what's your name and how old are you?"
Hearing Hong Dali's question, the girl hurriedly answered, "My name is Ling Xiaoyi. I'm 22 this year."
"Not bad, reward!" Hong Dali instructed the lackeys around him. "Did you see that? Learn from her. As a lackey, you have to have the self-awareness of being a lackey! Remember to give Xiaoyi 5,000 yuan for her pocket money later. "
"Yes, yes!" The lackeys nodded furiously. At the same time, they thought to themselves that when they returned, they must think of all kinds of ways to gain Young Master's favor. As for work — to be a lackey for a Young Master who casually tipped them 5,000 yuan, with transportation equipment, what work was there to do!
Now, the few of them had more or less guessed the identity of this young man. He was definitely the famous superprodigal from the Hong Family, Young Master Hong Dali!
As expected, the girl beside him kept humming. "Hong Dali, you prodigal, do you know how big a sum 5,000 yuan is? Who gives so much money in one go?" Speaking up to this point, Tang Muxin also felt a little wronged. "I … I usually only get 500 yuan a day …"
Without another word, Hong Dali said, "Lackeys, do you know what to do?"
The other lackeys looked at each other, not understanding what was going on. Ling Xiaoyi was the smartest. She respectfully said to Tang Muxin, "Since Young Mistress is a little tight on cash, I'll give the money that Young Master gave me to Young Mistress first. I hope that Young Mistress will accept it."
Hearing her say that, the other lackeys instantly screamed and pinched their own thighs — they were really stupid. They missed such a good opportunity to show their loyalty just like that …
As expected, Hong Dali was quite satisfied with Ling Xiaoyi's performance. He laughed loudly and said, "En, not bad, not bad! You have good eyesight, you're good material to be a lackey! " Saying so, he didn't forget to lecture the others. "Look at the few of you, you don't know how to cherish such a good opportunity. You're really stupid. In the future, all of you better be smarter. Being a lackey is also very particular. When you come back, give Xiaoyi a tip of 5,000 yuan. In the future, she'll be your leader. When I'm not in trouble, just listen to her. Do you understand?"
"Understood!" The other lackeys stood at attention with a "pa" sound.
Tang Muxin looked on dejectedly. "This prodigal … I, I've really lost to you …"
Just then, the lackey who had asked the manager to swipe his card ran back and reported to Hong Dali. "Reporting to Young Master, the bill for tonight's expenses has been calculated. Up until now, the total amount spent by everyone here, including our tips, is currently 73588 yuan. "
"Pu —" Hearing this number, Hong Dali, who was drinking his drink, spat it out. He said in shock, "How much did you say?"
"7 … 73588 yuan." The lackey wiped his cold sweat. "Young Master, isn't this money … a little too much?"
"Too much my foot!" There were so many people, including the tips he had squandered, and only 73588 yuan had been spent? Hong Dali hurriedly pulled out the Great Prodigal System in his mind. After taking a look, he instantly flew into a rage. "The money wasn't much in the first place, and the 50,000 yuan tip was not included. I must have squandered in the wrong way!"
There was still one and a half hours left, and he still had to squander 201912 to complete the mission! And the tips were not included!
But there were so many people in the nightclub, and only a little more than 20,000 yuan had been spent. How long would it take to complete the mission?
It was obviously too late to change the venue now. Hong Dali thought for a while and decisively ordered, "Inform the manager, the boss, and all the guests present. Ask them to call their friends over! I'll pay for everything tonight. Go now! "
"O … OK!" The lackey wiped his sweat and ran out to inform Hong Dali.
Tang Muxin was speechless. "This prodigal is really willing to do anything for the sake of squandering. I have no choice but to cancel the engagement!"
Just as she was thinking up to this point, the boss of Ye Lai Xiang Nightclub hurriedly ran over. When he was in front of Hong Dali, he wiped his sweat and asked, "Young Master Dali, do you have time to listen to me for a while?"
Hong Dali leaned on the sofa as a few maids massaged his legs and peeled fruits for him. He looked as rotten as he could be. He ate a peeled grape and humphed. "What's the matter? Can't you see that I'm busy? " To be a prodigal, one naturally had to have the awareness of a prodigal. Without such an attitude, one would definitely not be a successful prodigal!
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