Rise of the Wasteland

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"Fuck, this guy spends more than 100 million euros a day, more than one billion! Crazy, he's crazy!" Liu Zonghan frantically danced in his room, seeing the news as if he was in his chest. Remember the hammer, stuffiness, depression, bitterness, uncomfortable vomiting blood!

When the underground forces throughout Europe were going crazy for the "hundred-century reward" of 100 million US dollars, the target of the reward was actually soaringly spent more than 100 million euros on the Champs-Elysées.

One day, this is just one day!

You need to know that the Euro is more than the US dollar, which means that 'Lin Sen' easily gave away one or five 'century rewards'.

Tyrant, naked Tyrant!

This ability to spend money is even stronger than the big dogs in the Middle East. At least I have never heard that big dogs wipe out more than 100 million euros on luxury goods at one time.

By the way, the media also exposed the 'Flying Palace' of 'Lin Sen'. The super-luxury A380, which was valued at more than 500 million US dollars, has also become a testament to the extreme wealth of Linsen.

There are not a few people in the world who are richer than 'Lin Sen', and their billions of dollars are everywhere. But rich money may not be able to be spent. Money that cannot be spent is just a number. Spend it out to make people crazy and even sought after!

The phone rang, and Liu Zonghan heard the manic voice of "Poison Spider" coming out from it. "I want to kidnap that guy. I must kidnap that guy. It's too cheap to kill him. I want to kidnap and blackmail. Then tear up the ticket and get a reward. "

Liu Zonghan knew that 'Poison Spider' had always been a little mentally abnormal, but now this strong emotional fluctuation is obviously too stimulated. But he also agreed with the small changes in the plan for the first time, and asked, "Did you track your goals today?"

'Poison Spider' stabilized his tone, "I went there in person, and even met him up close. I watched him swipe his card with his own eyes. At that time, people in the bank rushed to the on-site VIP service because of the huge flow of funds. There are even policemen protecting it.

Media reporters packed him in groups, and more people wanted to interview him than the **** in the nightclub. This guy really caused a sensation. Some bankers and entrepreneurs and even real high-level social figures have begun to discuss him. Now no one sees him as an ordinary actor. "

‘Luxury’, this is the biggest label on ‘Lin Sen’ ’s forehead. In the past, people thought that 'Lin Sen' should be very rich, but it was unclear exactly how rich it was. Today, everyone is an eye-opener, this guy has more than one billion if he has money.

"I have to reschedule the plan, and I will keep in touch with you. No matter how difficult this time, this fat sheep must be eaten." "Poison Spider" hung up the phone and was busy setting up new traps.

Liu Zonghan in the room could only take a few deep breaths in a row to calm himself down. "Stabilizing, stabilizing, stabilizing, the goal is valuable, isn't that a good thing? I should get closer to him, get to know him, and gain his trust. It's worth even looking down."

Out of the room, Liu Zonghan decided to use more snacks. The success of this operation lies in the details. When he went to the suite of ‘Lin Sen’, he wanted to find an excuse to spy more, and saw that ‘Lin Sen’, which was being protected by the Paris police, came back.

'National lover', this is the new nickname given to 'Lin Sen' by the French media. At this moment, the big name was smiling and greeted those who were constantly trying to know him. The manager of the hotel was standing behind him with his head raised, and several waiters were proud of eating farts behind Linsen.

There were a lot of guests in the hotel, all of them were trying to get to know Linsen's ghosts. ‘Lin Sen’ waved from time to time, walking slowly.

Liu Zonghan was standing at the door of the 'Lin Sen' suite and watching 'Lin Sen' walked with a small sense of restrained momentum. In the subconscious, he had acknowledged that there was a huge gap between him and 'Lin Sen'. Still can't make up or get closer.

Riding his head, Liu Zonghan stood to the door. He greeted the coming Linsen with his brightest smile, "Mr. Lin, ..."

In the shortest time, Liu Zonghan organized a speech. He was going to tell a little joke first to get closer, then complimented the ‘Lin Sen’ extravagant without a trace, and finally asked if he could get a seat next to each other at dinner. Normally such small requests will not be rejected.

‘Lin Sen’ was walking to the door of his suite and saw a smiling Liu Zonghan. He kept at his feet and waved with great enthusiasm: "Hi ..., bye ...!"

The hotel manager hurried forward and rushed to open the door to Linsen, ...

'Lin Sen' and the national security personnel around him stepped in. Waiting for everyone to go in, and when ..., close the door.

The hotel manager stood sternly at the door, refusing anyone to approach the suite, and forbidding anyone to disturb his VIPs, as if he were a loyal dog.

Behind closed doors!

Liu Zonghan with a smiling face was standing at the door.

Don't cry, don't cry!

Never let your tears fall.

Keep smiling at this time, be sure to smile, face is important!

But ... I can't help it ...

Wow ... mad!

Treated me like a pug.

The hotel manager standing at the door of the suite looked at Liu Zonghan with a serious expression, and four Paris policemen were also on guard, staring at him-the owner of the suite is a big master, and what is it about sending a few police officers? Waiting for a good uncle is serious!

The Paris police looked at Liu Zonghan's eyes as if the city management drove the hawkers-go, go, we all know what you want to do. But don't bother you here.

Liu Zonghan came from the tragedy, almost grabbing the ground with his head!

In the suite, Zhou Qingfeng fell weakly on the sofa in the living room. Even the Guo'an female officer who was with him was exhausted and had no strength to speak--they both mourned their wallets had shrunk sharply, and one mourned that they could not have had so much money in their lives.

In the room, Minsk was absent, and it looked like he was hooked up by a woman living in a hotel. The butcher is also dressing up ~ www.readwn.com ~ It seems that there is also a night event. Zhou Qingfeng came back softly and collapsed, only the dog meat that could not go out at home came forward to comfort the owner.

"It's better for you to be a stupid dog. You don't need to spend any money on me." Zhou Qingfeng shouted 'dog meat', and a packet of tears came out of his eyes.

The butcher glanced at Zhou Qingfeng and asked, "Where is Lina?"

"She went to the Louvre and said she wanted to see 'Mona Lisa', so the Louvre left her alone for two hours.

She also said that she would like to appreciate pure art alone, so she drove me back, who did not understand art, so as not to disturb her.

But in fact there were not many people around her. The police chief in Paris preached for her personally, and a bunch of reporters followed her ass. "

At the end of Zhou Qingfeng, he added, "The portrait is a piece of rag more than five hundred years ago with a little paint and paint, which cost 50 yuan to hang, and the name of an art treasure is worthless. This is ridiculous!"

vulgar!

The butcher compared Zhou Qingfeng with a middle finger, and then handsomely went to the appointment. It is said that more than one woman asked him, but also famous ladies in Paris.

Zhou Qingfeng continued to fall down and pretend to be a dead dog, but Caterina, who had been at home for a day, came out again. Han Niu kicked Zhou Qingfeng on the sofa with his foot, "Hey! Come out with me."

"I'm tired."

"Tired up for me."

"I'm really tired."

"You spent more than a billion for Lena, and I will spend so much!"

Next week Qingfeng jumped up with a spirit, shouting loudly: "Don't, you don't want this prodigal!"

"Men make money, women spend money. Isn't this normal? You said it yourself." Caterina raised her chest, righteous.

Uncle Zhou's wallet seems to be dead!