Excellent security guard

200 million!

When giving the check, Wu Shaoling suffered from a severe toothache, and his cheeks were a little swollen.

When did security guards become so awesome?It seems that Wu Shaoling himself has never taken other people's 200 million huge sums of money all at once, and this method of collecting money is too shameless.

Traveling expenses?

Thanks to him, a security guard, he had the nerve to say it.

Wearing a security uniform, Xie Yifan strode into the golden Milan, followed by Wu Shaoling. The two went straight to Gao Xiang's pre-booked box, attracting countless people's attention.

It is said that Wu Shaoling is not someone who can stand on the stage in Jinling City, but he is still considered to be half of the Gao family, so many people know this dirty and bottomless brat.

"Eh? Young Master Ling, when did you change your job to be a servant?"

"Hey, isn't this Young Master Ling? Why are you so sullen? Could it be that your father was stabbed in the ass?"

"Hahahahaha..."

Someone jokingly teased, and the voice followed by Ling Shao seemed to have given Wu Shaoling a lot of face, it sounded like an affectionate one, and the laughter was full of unscrupulous contempt.

Wu Shaoling's teeth were itching with hatred, but he didn't dare to attack, so he could only nod with a sneering smile.

Don't look at this kid who looks like a dog on the outside, he looks like a majestic son, in fact, in the upper circles of Jinling City, he is not even a fart, even his cousin Gao Xiang abused him, let this guy go to the door to pretend to be doorman.

Suddenly, Wu Shaoling was stunned for a moment, and when he looked up, he found that there was a very serious smile in his bright black eyes.

"Young Master Ling, you are very unprofessional."

Xie Yifan said slowly.

"Huh? I don't understand what nonsense you are talking about. Let's go now."

Wu Shaoling was startled, quickly lowered his head, and blushed with embarrassment when he spoke.

In normal times, Wu Shaoling would not have felt so used to being bullied by those celebrities in the yamen and the sons of aristocratic families, let alone blush, but today, he was really ashamed.

Hey, people are unlucky, if you fart, you will hit your heels!

Wu Shaoling really hated himself for agreeing to his cousin to come out and lead Yifan into the door. Now that he thought about it, he stood outside the door with a silly look just now, and he really seemed like a follower, waiting helplessly for his master to come.

But, that guy is just a security guard.

Do the security guards understand?

Wu Shaoling never thought that he would be reduced to such a sad look on a security guard's face, and more importantly, when Gao Xiang arranged it like this, he had no opinion at all.

In the elevator, only Xie Yifan and Wu Shaoling were left.

Xie Yifan showed a loyal smile and said, "Do you know what a profession is?"

"Eh? What?"

Wu Shaoling rolled his eyes angrily when he was already full of anger, and his tone of voice naturally didn't bother to pretend to be friendly, it seemed very blunt.

Xie Yifan chuckled, and sighed leisurely: "Professionalism is called losing weight after starvation, experience after being beaten, persistence after being sloppy, leisure after being a lazy person, and being a dog. Got it, do you understand?"

Ding Dong!

The elevator door opened, and Xie Yifan walked out with a bright smile.

But his words seemed to touch a certain sad nerve in Wu Shaoling. After a long pause, he realized that he was called a dog by Xie Yifan, and blood was everywhere in the elevator that he almost vomited.

Son of a bitch!

If you don't pretend, you will die!

Golden Milan is the most famous private club in Jinling City, but its reputation is not outside, but inside.

In today's society, clubs are no longer as mysterious as they were in the last century, especially after people's consumption levels gradually improved, the so-called clubs have also entered the consumption field of ordinary white-collar workers.

However, no matter how famous those clubs are, they only secretly hold one or two face-to-face carnivals occasionally, or dare to conduct small-scale activities that can stimulate the nerve endings of consumers after entering the early morning.

It is precisely because of this that those ordinary clubs have become synonymous with troubles. Fights and riots are not uncommon, and jealousy and jealousy may happen from time to time for a box princess.

How can a person with real status go to such a place for consumption?Nothing to weaken your own reputation.

But Golden Milan is different. Here, no identity is allowed to enter without the approval of Golden Milan. Inside the club, light music dances, beautiful and sexy female bartenders shuttle among the crowd, and under the brilliant lights, it is a luxurious scene.

Of course, the most attractive things must be more than these. In Golden Milan, no matter who you are, no matter whether you are young, impatient, frivolous or impulsive, as long as you stay in your box honestly, famous wine, beauties, and the most exciting shows... ...everything you need, even if you poke a hole in the sky, no one will trouble you,

But on the contrary, if you think you have a bit of face and refuse to be a "rule person", Golden Milan has a security team composed of two hundred special veterans, and you will pay the price for your recklessness. The bloody cold-faced killer will let you spend an "extraordinary time" that will never be forgotten.

In short, Golden Milan is definitely a magical private club that can turn the arrogant and ferocious wild dogs that grin their teeth outside into extremely docile little sheep.

At this moment, Gao Xiang, the largest shareholder of Golden Milan and the head of the three masters of Jinling, is sitting on the sofa with a smile on his face, with aristocratic elegance all over his body, playing with the huanghuali Buddha beads in his hand.

"Gao Xiang, buddy, let's get to the top of the story. If you just sit here all night, I won't accompany you."

The person who spoke was a soldier, with the rank of captain on his handsome military uniform. Although his appearance was not considered heroic, he was very attractive, especially the fortitude that gleamed in his swarthy face. It gives people two distinct feelings.

Gao Xiang didn't speak, just smiled and continued to play with his prayer beads.

The captain's face darkened, he stood up abruptly, and said, "Damn, it's not fun, I'm leaving."

"Hey, let me say Bai Yonghao, why are you bragging that you are from a mysterious army, why? Is it just a matter of definition? I see, it doesn't matter if your bastard boss is not a good soldier, it's more important to come back and have fun with us brothers. "

This time it was another person who spoke, and the three of them were actually about the same age, but this time the person who spoke was not tall, so it was hard to be spotted just now when he was nestled in the sofa.

"Shen Fan, you're courting death, aren't you?"

When Bai Yonghao heard that Shen Fan belittled his troops, he immediately turned his head fiercely, and even his eyes shot out a cold murderous look.

"You are a son of the provincial party committee secretary and a young governor of the province. If you really fight, the golden Milan will be very lively tonight."

Gao Xiang finally spoke with a smile, and when the two of them sat back down again, he said with a smile: "But then again, this golden Milan is the common property of our three masters of Jinling after all. Who owns the things in the end?"