"It is also a victory to make your dream hall lose, isn't it?"

Everyone knows that the Dream Hall has devoted a lot of effort to Zhang Shidong, which contains antiques he and his companions have worked hard to get over the years. Most of them are things he likes, and some of them that he doesn't like very much have been replaced by various channels with objects he likes.

You, Zhang Shidong, are you rich, are you going to sell antiques now? Yes, no one will offend you at this time and reduce the price, but you have to know that it will be difficult to come back after taking action. If you rely on antiques to fill the big hole, isn’t it a loss?

I never thought of killing you with one blow. I thought of making you lose and let everyone witness your powerless side. You, Zhang Shidong, is not a god, and not all problems can be easily solved. There are always some people who can make you helpless. What we need to do now is to break your miracle, let you fall from the altar, damage your reputation among friends, and let your omnipotent funds be severely damaged, so that you can open the Dream Hall, which is called collection, and become a support vault.

Nalan Polu was full of confidence. The woman around him took back the sharpness that had already been released and became a yellow-faced woman commonly known as everyone. She squinted silently, like a hibernating snake, which could wake up and bite at any time.

A series of messages were transmitted from all over the place, but Su Xixi did not let a phone call and a message arrive on Zhang Shidong's mobile phone. The intercepted and sent the message to Tong Qiannian and Wei Desheng, and indirectly passed to Zhang Shidong.

The feminine woman laughed, and the goose bumps in the sauce bucket opened her eyelids and showed a grim smile. She didn't care that the sauce of egg sauce would enter her mouth when she opened her mouth.

Wei Desheng's face looked ugly, but he had no regrets.

Dong Qingqin has always been an unswerving fan. A person who can achieve great things does not regard you as you succeed. It is not the way you perform when you face failure. Losing means losing, it is no big deal. No matter how much you lose, you must have the courage to bear it and not admit defeat. This responsibility does not last long, how can you bear greater hardships in the future.

Now that Zhang Shidong has lost, this is not a big deal. Who hasn’t lost several times in his life, hold on, hold on, and hold on.

"Bored. Pediatrics, go."

When Zhang Shidong stood up and left, everyone thought he was trying to pretend that he was not caring. In fact, he was so depressed that he had to use this method to hide his frustration and collapse. After working hard for several years, he returned to the time before liberation. This time, if he wanted to make him bleed heavily, at least he had to let him float outside without his own liquidity.

Just as he walked to the entrance of the cafeteria, many cars outside sighed and started quietly and left, staying away from this right and wrong. It was too early to invest now. Zhang Shidong was not worthy of all the family's investment. He was still a little immature, so let's see it in ten years.

I lost like this, but I was quite strong before. As a result, I was not a silver-like gun tip or a powerful general. I only knew how to do it. It was not a little bit bad when I played the strategy. I haven't done it yet. I'll make you overwhelmed with a small move. It's too weak.

Tong Qiannian was stunned for a moment. Of course, she knew what role her man was. She was not a person who would admit defeat. Even if she lost everything, even if she bet on everything. He would stand there and tell everyone, "I'm okay, I can still fight. If you don't accept it, come."

“Is it really boring pediatrics?”

Tong Qiannian could only think like this, and only by thinking like this is in line with Zhang Shidong's personality and thinking logic, and only in this way can he be like him.

Standing on the entrance steps of the canteen, three steps are half a meter high. Standing on it, looking around, looking at the cars leaving and cars that pressed the window to show their position. The only few cars that neither left nor pressed the window were quietly huddled there, motionless, supporting but not knowing how to help. They could only put their position indirectly. Let’s talk about the rest in the future. The economic collapse will not hurt Zhang Shidong. At least within the system, similar blows will at most calm your arrogance and will not have a timely and devastating impact.

Twisted his neck, Zhang Shidong held his cell phone, looked around, and hugged his hands behind his head: "Look for someone, contact the route, and fly to Beihai."

When everyone thought that Zhang Shidong was exhausted and wanted to go to Beihai to monetize antiques, when everyone thought that he was too undeep and was lost, the private plane arrived at Beihai Airport. Ma Er had already driven a small RV at the airport. When he saw Brother Dong coming out, he immediately met him.

"Brother Dong, you're ready, I have someone borrowed a payment car."

Zhang Shidong patted Ma Er's back of the head: "Get out of here, even if you are so fooling around, if someone can get rid of things from me, then the Dream Hall will not be opened and close as soon as possible."

Ma Er smiled with a sensation. It was really uncomfortable if Brother Dong came here for a while. The slight pain made him feel relieved. Brother Dong is still Brother Dong, and his feelings will not fade even if they meet.

Wei Desheng followed Zhang Shidong to Beihai and took a bus to Pingjiang. He didn't know what the purpose was to take him at this time. Is he really not caring about embarrassment? He was so cruel that he still had to continue to fall?

In the RV, Zhang Shidong sat in the single sofa, put his feet on the coffee table, and watched the entertainment program on TV that was unnutritious but enjoyable. From time to time, he would giggle and giggle with the host.

Wei Desheng is going crazy. This man was so arrogant when he was picking up himself. Why do he look a little bit terrible now? When is it still so moody? Don’t you care about what might happen in the future? Not only money, but countless people are watching. Once you lose, there will inevitably be people who have gathered around you to choose to wait and see, and some people will gradually retreat, no longer being brave enough to move forward to you before.

The question was solved by Pingjiang. In the Dream Hall, Ma Er had already arranged for someone to prepare a sumptuous meal. The essence of Northeast cuisine was presented on the table. The newly killed pork and the fish made from the glacier. In the Northeast, which had a little bit of New Year flavor, the big pot dish is the protagonist of the table. Wei Desheng was very hungry but had no idea how to eat.

The inner hall of the Dream Hall was opened, and Zhang Shidong stepped in and opened the world of the basement exclusive to him and her women with his fingerprints. There, there were not only memories that belonged to them, but also the preparations made by a humble nouveau riche over the years to leave a back-up for himself.

In the huge hall, Ma Er walked into the hall with bags of money and took out the money from each cabinet in bundle. Wei Desheng, who was following behind, was stunned. No, Brother Dong could do such a nouveau riche. How much money would he have to hide? Damn, there are also jade, Asian rhinoceros horn cup, Ruyi, pearl, gold, Damn, there are so many gold ingots.

What a nouveau riche's behavior. When you have money, you frantically fill your home with all kinds of valuable things. Those antique big money, silver dollars, and Atlantis coins covered the entire huge stainless steel cylinder.

"Pretty, take out all the cash here. The gold is not gold ingots, and the gold bricks, gold bars and gold balls are all exchanged."

Wei Desheng had an appetite. The US dollar, euro, pound, and RMB were stuffed into the wallet like waste paper, bulging, and a bag weighed dozens of kilograms. In the Dream Hall, money was just a piece of paper, not high value, and it was all over the floor. The scene of money in the room was really satisfactory. When Wei Desheng saw it, of course he had an appetite. With so much money, it was pure nonsense that Nalan Polu and others wanted to suppress Zhang Shidong by relying on money. At least before all the valuable items in this basement were consumed, no one could shake him in terms of money.

Over the years, whenever anyone has money, he will send some of the new money he exchanged. Zhang Shidong himself has this special hobby and everyone is willing to play with him. At worst, he can use the money to make a few beds in the future. As long as he is happy to play, he can do whatever he wants, and he will just play games with him.

Who would have thought that a few years later, when someone blocked him in money, would such a large amount of spare money be used, and where is the money in the world that has free money here? Even if the bank still has interest, the money placed in the Dream Hall is completely a decoration without any unnecessary effect. If it weren't for the vacuum sterilization and various anti-corrosion measures when it was built, you would hardly find any use for this money except for slowly ulceration.

"Brother Dong, I have already contacted the gold matter. Beihai can't afford it. There are still some you need to contact..."

"Okay, I'll be responsible for underwriting the rest."

Ma Er's report was not over yet. Wei Desheng waved his hand and took over the big bag. All the big problems were solved. The remaining little things were just a little bit, just say hello.

"Brother Dong, you won't just use this car to transport the money to the airport, right?" Wei Desheng expressed his discomfort about Zhang Shidong's intention to transport money in a RV.

"Otherwise, tell others clearly with an armored vehicle that I have money here, so come and grab it."

At this moment, Ma Er pulled out a wheel box from another warehouse, which could be loaded into the size of a person, opened the lock, and opened the box. The gun rack inside was filled with a shiny M16 that would be maintained at the highest level.

Zhang Shidong reached out and grabbed one, took out the magazine from below, took out the bullets and quickly pressed them into the magazine. After more than ten seconds, the magazine was quickly installed and adjusted and raised toward Wei Desheng.

"No, no, Brother Dong, this joke is not affordable."

"Do I need to create another single-player rocket launcher?"
Chapter completed!