In My Senior Year, My Trillion-Dollar Net Worth Depends On Picking Up

"Okay, okay, then you come to teach me? How do you teach me?"

Mr. He had to change his lines, with a sneer and contempt all over his face.

He doesn't take Zhang Tong seriously at all.

A mere student without any foundation, if he can't fight, just buy a piece of tofu and kill him.

"Hey hey, I don't know how the boss will teach this idiot who came to the door for a beating?"

Luo Fat and the eight beauties are looking forward to and excited.

"If you are the general manager here, your salary must be very generous, and there must be a lot of rebates, right? The annual income may be several million or tens of millions?"

Zhang Tong said flatly, "So, my lesson for you is to fire you, make you lose this good job, and then check the accounts carefully, and if you can't find any problems, make a report and you will get a reward, and the bonus will be millions. You can’t hide your corruption problem anymore. Then call the police and let you go to prison for a few years. Of course, if you are not corrupt and accepting bribes, you will lose your job at most, and you can still die well.”

"What are you, you dare to say that you will fire me?"

Mr. He screamed in anger.

If he was really dealt with according to what the other party said, then he would be in a lot of trouble, and he would have to go to prison for a few years. This method was terrible and gave him a chill down his spine.

This boy may not be simple.

"I'm just an ordinary person, but I'm absolutely sure to fire you, just wait."

Zhang Tong is understated and calm.

"Do you know my boss? Hehe, do you know who I am? I am his confidant, his right-hand man, and I create hundreds of millions of profits for him every year. Also, I just buy shares on behalf of the boss. The person who bullies Luo Yan is the boss, what can you do to me?"

Mr. He was so angry that he didn't choose what to say, and revealed a big secret.

In this way, the other party should not dare to complain.

You can teach him a lesson yourself.

"So what? I can still fire you."

Zhang Tong was full of jokes.

"Let's have your Qingqiu dream!"

Mr. He roared angrily, "Give it to me, throw this bastard out."

"Come, come, I will single out all of you."

Fatty Luo seized the opportunity to pretend to be coercive, jumped out, and stood upright like a mountain.

Such a tonnage, calm and confident face, very deterrent.

The eight security guards were a little panicked. Could it be that this fat man is a bodyguard? Veteran Special Forces?

We are just ordinary security guards, we may not be able to do it.

So, for a while, they didn't dare to get close and hesitated.

I laughed at Zhang Tong and the eight beauties.

Luo Fat was also extremely proud, and pointed with his fat fingers, "You guys, don't say eight, let alone eighty. I can easily kill them with one hand."

The eight security guards were so frightened that they didn't even dare to go up.

"A group of idiots, they are students, this fat man is also a student, what kind of expert is he? Come on, beat him to death."

Mr. He was well-informed and saw that Fatty Luo was bluffing.

I almost couldn't help laughing.

You act, continue to act.

Immediately beat you into a pig's head.

"Lie down for me."

Feeling safe in their hearts, the eight security guards rushed up, wanting to besiege Luo Fatty.

"Daddy help."

Fatty Luo didn't dare to pretend anymore, and hurriedly backed away.

"court death."

Zhang Tong moved and rushed forward.

The hands just moved casually.

The eight security guards flew back upside down screaming in pain, fell hard to the ground, and lay on the ground in a mess.

But Zhang Tong has returned to his original position and is drinking.

As if what happened just now had nothing to do with him.

"My God, the boss is really good at fighting."

The faces of the eight beautiful staff were blushing, and their hearts were beating wildly.

This is especially true for Zhao Qian.

After all, she endured Zhang Tong's toughness every day.

Fatty Luo was also full of pride and self-confidence.

It seems to be saying: quack quack, this is my father, dare to bully me, my father can't beat you to death.

Mr. He was dumbfounded, his hands and feet trembled, his face changed drastically, and cold sweat flowed from his forehead.

Has he ever seen such a young man who can fight?

It is simply unheard of, unseen.

Overturned his cognition.

That being the case, can teenagers be simple?

If you are looking for trouble, you may be looking for abuse.

However, he is the boss after all, and he is still very cunning. He quickly calmed down and said with a sneer: "So you are very good at fighting, but what? you."

Before he could finish speaking, the door was pushed open.

Walking into a heroic and peerless beauty, followed by two strong and sturdy men.

It was Wu Na.

She didn't even look at the eight security guards lying on the ground, she walked up to Zhang Tong directly, and handed a box and a certificate to Zhang Tong, "The firearms and certificates you need."

"Firearms, a license to hold a gun? Damn, the boss is awesome."

Luo Fat and the eight beauties were all shocked and extremely excited.

"Sit down and eat together?"

Zhang Tong nodded and invited again.

"I'm busy, I don't have time to watch you pick up girls."

Wu Na turned and left.

So Zhang Tong opened the black box and found two guns, one long and one short, plus half a box of bullets inside.

The short gun is a pistol with a large caliber and obviously has a lot of power.

The long gun is a submachine gun, which seems to be the latest model.

Zhang Tong is not familiar with firearms, how to use them?

But there are instructions, and there are so many special forces security guards.

So he didn't panic at all.

But Mr. He panicked, sweating profusely, his face pale as paper.

Grandma, is this really a student?

Bring eight model-level beauties to dinner?

And a beautiful woman sent him a gun and a gun certificate?

That beauty is not simple at first sight.

Definitely a powerful figure.

Call the police?

Report a fart.

What's the difference between seeking death by yourself?

Don't mess with this bastard, he shot me down?

Thinking of this, his crotch was wet.

Scared to pee!

"Boss He, didn't you just say you wanted to call the police? Hurry up." Fatty Luo sneered.

"Call the police, call the police, what am I afraid of? Is it reasonable for you to beat my people?"

Mr. He looked stern, his eyes rolled wildly.

The door was pushed open again suddenly.

A middle-aged man with extraordinary vigor walked in, frowned and said, "What's going on?"

"Boss... why are you here?"

Mr. He became more and more flustered, and his face changed drastically.

Zhao Qian ignored him, walked up to Zhang Tong in fear, and said with a smile, "You are Zhang Tong, the owner of Tianbao Auction House, right? I am Zhao Qian, the owner of this hotel."

At that time, Zhang Tong promised Liu Qingsi, and he spoke in the Tongtian Treasure Group, "Does anyone know the owner of the Xiangnan Hotel? Help him to contact him and say that I have something to look for..."

The current Tongtian Treasure Group is not only a few people before, but more than 500 people. Many world-class rich people came to the auction last time, and they were all invited into the group. Zhang Tong is such a super magical treasure hunter, of course they would like to keep in touch.

Someone contacted Zhao Qian on the spot.

Zhao Qian came over in a hurry.

"What? This bastard is the boss of Tianbao Auction House?"

Mr. He almost knelt down.

Nima, it turned out to be Zhang Tong, a god who has risen to fame recently?

This kick hit the iron plate!

How to do?

What should I do?

Who can help me?