The air was almost solidified, and the atmosphere was extremely silent. Everyone looked in the sound and saw a Wang Lang who was full of oil but was so powerful that he was like 20,000 or 50,000.

The crowd whispered, asking who this person was, why hadn't you ever seen him?

Jiang Wei's stepmother looked at Wang Lang's clothes and then sneered, "Young man, I said, her path to breaking folk songs is not worth so much. You really don't have to be unable to get along with yourself. Three hundred million will give her 100% waste."

Wang Lang ate the meat and looked very anxious, "I'm worried if my family has money, I can't spend it."

"Who are you? Have I invited you, come to my house?" The hostess frowned and stared at Wang Lang.

Lin Yaqi came to her senses, "Auntie, he is the dance companion I brought, I'm sorry not notified you in advance."

The hostess hesitated for a moment and said nothing. Yilong is now a listed company and its business is booming. Many people present have business cooperation, and some people even have to rely on Yilong to have food.

Jiang Wei stared at Wang Lang with swollen eyes. She never expected that this brick-moving person was so rich. Not only did he have money, but he also didn't take money as money. Looking at that expression, it seemed that his family was so worried that he couldn't spend it.

"Young man, I want to ask, what time is it?" Jiang Wei's stepmother suddenly looked playful. Wang Lang raised his wrist to look at the time, and then he found that Lei Huaer had put the watch on Wang Lang's backwards. He originally wanted Wang Lang to show off, but unexpectedly, he came to lose his stinky thing.

Wang Lang's expression remained unchanged. "Nine:38:167."

Jiang Wei's stepmother smiled and hugged her arms. "I thought she was a rich man. She turned out to be a rustic hat. She wanted to show off without any occasion. On this occasion, there were a few rustic hats that were worth hundreds of millions of yuan and could not wear a watch to be a tycoon here. I don't think you look like the stupid son of the landlord. You shouldn't be the little boy Lin Dongyang."

Many people laughed secretly.

"What do you mean? Why are you insulting Yaqi?" Jiang Wei shouted to her stepmother.

"I don't mean to insult Yaqi. I just talk about the matter. I can't wear a rustic hat that I can't wear even a watch. I still say 300 million. It's really a person who is worth hundreds of millions. No one is willing to pay 300 million to fund you. What a broken road? It's just him? It's really a person who is laughing!"

Jiang Wei clenched her fists, "You are qualified? What are you qualified? What are you qualified except to please my dad in bed? Look at your face, the villain is successful, I am the phoenix that has been removed from the shelves is not as good as a chicken. What about you, are you a chicken that has been put on the shelves or a chicken, and you will never become a phoenix in your life, because the blood of a chicken flows in your bones! You spend so much money to hide your inferiority."

The crowd was in an uproar, Jiang Wei's stepmother was furious, and many people didn't react. Jiang Wei's stepmother rushed up and slapped him in the face.

Bang!

His hand stopped in the air and was held by the hand that had been covered in oil. The owner of the oil hand smiled and his smile was so bad that he felt sour.

"I'm sorry, I like to show off, and I like to compare more money with you rich people. I don't have much money, but the money that comes from the sewer of my hands is enough to buy your property."

I just said that there are still people who may believe it for 300 million yuan, but no one believes it. Everyone present knows that the Jiang Group's property must be over 10 billion yuan. Even if you like to show off, you will never say such pretentious words.

Jiang Wei's stepmother struggled, "Relax your big pig's hooves!"

Wang Lang took the opportunity to wipe the oil on Jiang Wei's stepmother's hand.

The movement here attracted the real rich people who were talking about business there.

The owner of the family, Lin Qingyun, and a man with white hair and big framed glasses and Lin Qingyun's age came over together.

"What's going on?" the owner of the house asked.

"Jiang Wei is here again. She cried here on her son's happy day. She said she was not happy to listen. There was a rustic hat next to her. She kept asking for 300 million yuan and threatened to buy the property of the old Jiang family."

The hostess roughly explained the incident from her own perspective.

"I'm sorry Uncle Zhu, I'm here to cause trouble for you." Jiang Wei bowed.

The male owner waved his hand, "Jiang Yatou came here, it's nothing, it's all the big girl, why are you crying? Whoever bullies you, tell me, uncle, he will beat him!"

"Uncle Zhu is fine." Jiang Wei lowered her head.

"Is this?" The male owner raised his glass and pointed at Wang Lang who was still eating, "Why have I never seen him?"

Wang Lang insulted his greasy fingers, and everyone in the field showed contemptuous eyes.

"My name is Wang Lang, I'm sorry to bother you." Wang Lang grinned.

What did the male owner want to say? Lin Yaqi said, "Uncle Zhu, this is the dance companion I brought."

"That's good." The male owner smiled and looked at Lin Qingyun next to him intentionally or unintentionally.

The man next to Lin Qingyun frowned and stared at Jiang Wei. Jiang Wei's stepmother suddenly burst into tears and threw herself into the man's arms. "Husband, I feel so wronged. Look at Jiang Wei and outsiders bully me, so too, Jiang Yuan, turned his elbow out, look at my hand, I was caught by that old hat, I was so disgusting."

Jiang Wei's father frowned and stared at Wang Lang, "You did it?"

Wang Lang nodded confidently, "I stopped her from beating your daughter, and I didn't have time to wash my hands."

"You want to hit Jiang Wei?" Jiang Wei's father whispered, and Jiang Wei's stepmother in his arms trembled all over.

"No, no, he said nonsense, how could anyone who doesn't dare to eat rabbits and beat people? This old hat is slandering and slandering people with blood. He also threatened to fund Jiang Wei's folk songs, and said he would buy all our property for Jiang Wei." Jiang Wei's stepmother cried.

"Dad, don't listen to this woman's nonsense." Jiang Yuan couldn't stand it and spoke.

"This is your mother!" Jiang Wei's father shouted.

Jiang Yuan gritted his teeth and turned his head so angry that he stopped talking.

Wang Lang found that the scripts of this rich man’s family were different, and the lowest level had to worry about the grudges and hatreds of the two generations. Jiang Wei’s stepmother was no older than Jiang Wei.

Jiang Wei's father looked at Wang Lang, "You really said you want to fund my daughter's folk song path?"

Wang Lang nodded, "I said, what's wrong?"

"The red mouth and white teeth are gone when they touch it? Young man, ask, what are you doing?" Jiang Wei's father asked.

“Do some small business abroad.”

"What kind of small business is like?" Jiang Wei's father asked again.

"How should I tell you this?" Wang Lang wiped his hands, then pointed at the clothes on Jiang Wei's father, "You should be wearing a third-generation dress from the GM brand. This dress is only made in three thousand pieces every year, and each piece has a number. The higher the number, the more expensive it is. Your number should be in the middle and back."

"What, do you want to say that you are the agent of this clothing abroad?" Jiang Wei's father said.

"No, no, how could I pretend to be so low-key? I want to say that this brand belongs to mine."

The air solidifies and the needle can be heard.

"Do you want me to pretend to be a pussy for you?"
Chapter completed!