Super Rich: Compensation for failure is 10,000 times

The old man was beaten, and the old man was beaten.

"... Compensate for a failed card..."

Zhang Hao jumped up with joy when he heard the system's heavenly voice, and the depression of being coldly rejected by Zhou Yaxin just now was swept away.

Almost at the same time, a card appeared in his trouser pocket.

He took it out and admired it immediately.

Like a beautiful poker card, there was a number on it: 1/18.

Obviously, this is a set of 18 failed cards.

As long as you get 17 more cards, you can show magic.

I just don't know what kind of magic it will be?

"It's not too difficult. I've already got one."

Zhang Hao was beaming, and retreated to the stall and continued to set up the stall.

"I'm so embarrassed. Just now, a handsome guy selling things on the street confessed to me."

"Me too. I almost ran away at that time."

"If it wasn't a street vendor, but a wealthy man, that would be great."

"..."

When Zhou Yaxin entered the club, she heard a lot of such discussions.

She was stunned. Could it be that the street vendor had confessed to many beautiful women?

Isn't that harassing beautiful women?

This can't go on.

Not only did she think so, other calligraphers were also furious.

But it was not easy to argue with a street vendor.

Therefore, the club was filled with a strange atmosphere.

There was also a hint of discordant sound.

With a "swish", Xie Lei drove a BMW car and stopped in front of Zhang Hao. She gave Zhang Hao a coquettish look, "What did you do last night? Otherwise, wouldn't it be great for us to come here together today?"

Last night, she didn't tell Zhang Hao about today's calligraphy conference, and when Zhang Hao returned her car this morning, she didn't tell him either.

I was just worried that Zhang Hao would come to set up a street stall.

Because there would be many beautiful women of quality.

Maybe there would be a beautiful woman who knew Zhang Hao's background and agreed to his confession.

Wouldn't that mean I had one more competitor?

But I never expected that Zhang Hao would come here by himself.

"Why are you dressed so beautifully?"

Zhang Hao's eyes were a little dull, and he was also a little angry for no reason.

Xie Lei was more beautiful than ever today.

A one-shoulder off-shoulder chiffon shirt and a black leather skirt.

Black hair cascaded like a waterfall.

The peaks were angry, as if they were about to burst through the clothes.

Her eyes were big and bright, and the red lips that Zhang Hao had tasted yesterday were as beautiful as petals.

Sexy and gorgeous, bright and dazzling.

But she was much more beautiful and sexy than Zhou Yaxin.

She was also the type Zhang Hao liked.

"Are you going to attend the calligraphy conference later?"

Xie Lei's pretty face was slightly red. Was the great writer stunned?

Did he like her dressing like this?

"Why would I, a street vendor, go to a calligraphy conference?"

Zhang Hao finally woke up, his old face slightly red.

"Masters are among the people, clowns are in the palace. Now I finally understand that this sentence is true."

Xie Lei looked at Zhang Hao deeply, then drove to the parking lot and parked the car.

Then she walked into the club.

But she found a secluded place and chatted with Zhang Hao on her phone.

"Great writer, I had a dream last night, and there were you and me in the dream."

"Did you dream of me?"

"Do you regret going back last night? Don't regret it, let's make an appointment tonight."

"..."

Zhang Hao was completely speechless, but somehow, a strange feeling surged in his heart.

Is this his confidante?

Said that he is her only man?

Make an appointment tonight?

More and more people.

More and more beauties.

"Ding, the host failed to confess to the beauty, failure points +10."

"..."

Continuous sounds rang out.

Unfortunately, I didn't get the failure card again.

Although there are many beauties today, only Xie Lei is a super beauty, and Zhou Yaxin can barely be counted.

"Staying stall owner, are you looking for death? How dare you harass my goddess Zhou Yaxin?"

A well-dressed, arrogant man in his thirties rushed out of the clubhouse, aggressively kicking Zhang Hao and Jiang Baixue's stalls away with two feet, and many hairbands, accessories, and shoes flew all over the floor.

It can be seen how much strength he used.

His name is Lu Aishu, a rich second-generation, and a talented calligrapher.

He is very famous.

He has been trying hard to pursue Zhou Yaxin for several years.

He is basically about to succeed.

As soon as he arrived, Zhou Yaxin told him about this.

So, he came out to cause trouble.

He thought to himself, a stall owner, he can crush him if he doesn't want to, and bully him however he wants?

He suffered a lot.

The goddess I pursued so hard, you, a stall vendor, can only kneel on the ground and worship her, and you dare to confess? It's just lowering the goddess's level and humiliating yourself!

If I don't teach you a lesson, you don't know how powerful I am.

"What happened?"

"The stall was kicked away? Did the stall vendor offend that person?"

"I heard that the stall vendor confessed to a beautiful woman, and she was the person this person liked, so she was angry."

"Forget it, forget it, stall vendor, don't bother with him, the poor should not fight with the rich."

"..."

The onlookers talked a lot.

"Kneel down and apologize, otherwise, I will beat you to death today."

Lu Aishu raised his fist and shouted murderously.

"You still want him to kneel down and apologize? This is too much, right?"

"Who stipulated that stall vendors can't confess to beautiful women?"

"..."

Everyone was indignant.

Jiang Baixue also rushed over and sneered, "Do you think we are easy to bully? I'll break a few of your teeth later."

"Hahaha, you think too highly of yourselves. To me, a few stall owners are just trash and ants. I don't even have the interest to bully them."

Lu Aishu pushed Jiang Baixue to the ground.

Then he kicked Zhang Hao in the face.

He looked very agile.

He was obviously a very skilled martial artist.

Zhang Hao had been sitting there, with some hair bands hanging on his body and hair.

He didn't say anything and just let the other party be arrogant.

Now his eyes turned cold, and he reached out with his left hand, grabbed the other party's foot, and pulled it casually.

With a plop.

Lu Aishu sat on the ground with his legs spread out.

He was slapped to the ground by Zhang Hao again.

He stepped on his face again and said calmly: "Shabi, if I don't teach you a lesson, do you think I'm easy to bully?"

"Fuck, this idiot is good-looking but useless, now he's been taught a lesson."

"It's awesome to set up a stall, cool..."

"Well done."

The onlookers applauded excitedly.

Lu Aishu was too arrogant just now.

And he was the first to attack.

He deserved to be beaten.

"Ahhh..."

Lu Aishu was furious and struggled desperately.

But it was useless. The foot on his face was like a mountain.

The more he struggled, the heavier it was.

His head was stepped into the mud.

"Why are you hitting people?"

Zhou Yaxin, who chased out, was furious when she saw such a scene, and she was about to grab Zhang Hao's face.

But she was pushed by Zhang Hao.

She staggered several steps and almost fell.

She didn't dare to get close anymore.

She could only worry on the side.

I also secretly complained, Lu Aishu, Lu Aishu, you said you are a Taekwondo master, it is easy to beat a dozen hooligans, but you insisted on coming out to teach the stall owner a lesson, and I couldn't stop you.

Now you are being stepped on?

What can I say about you?