Chapter 404 Am I worth eighty dollars?

"Hey, wake up, wake up~"

"eng I'm so sleepy. Let me sleep a little longer."

"Why are you sleeping? It's almost dawn."

“.”

Fu Guiyin felt dizzy for a while. The aftereffects of the strong liquor and the release of hormones made her feel like she was flying. At this moment, she felt like she had no strength left in her body.

But someone kept pushing her shoulders and even slapped her in the face, forcing her to open her eyes with great effort.

The man in front of me gradually became clearer.

He is about 30 years old. At first glance, he really looks a bit like Xu Ziliang, but upon closer inspection, why does he look so greasy?

He does not have the elegance of a gentleman at all, but only the slickness that has been polished by the vicious practices of society.

But think about it carefully.

Forget it, forget it. Don’t judge a book by its cover. I guess it’s not a loss!

But the next moment, another younger, smaller man appeared behind the greasy man, and then several exquisite printouts were thrown at Fu Guiyin's face.

"Put on your clothes right now and get out!"

“.”

[What is going on? What does this mean? Why are you throwing money at me?]

Fu Guiru was familiar with this printed material, it was called "Great Unity", a RMB with a face value of ten yuan. It could not be circulated in the international market at all and was a low-value local currency.

Fu Guiyin was stunned, completely stunned.

Why did this person appear in this room and why did he give her money?

But the greasy man didn't wait for Fu Guiyin to wake up, and he was busy putting clothes on her, stuffed money into her hands, and helped her out the door.

"Bang~"

As the door closed, Fu Guiyin, who was numb and confused due to the hangover, finally understood what was going on.

I have been misunderstood, and the misunderstanding is unbelievable.

Count the banknotes in your hand, one, two, three, four, five, eight in total.

Eighty dollars. I am a lady with a net worth of tens of millions, but I am only worth eighty dollars?

It's my fault that I went to the wrong door, but give me eighty dollars. Do you want to die?

After the greasy man pushed Fu Guiyin out of the door, he held his waist and smiled, "Where did Mr. Nakamura find this good stuff? Although it looks a bit old, it's actually very good.

The skills are pretty good, and the clothes and cosmetics seem to be of high quality, too. They should be high-end local products."

The man named Nakamura looked up at the greasy man and said coldly: "Her divine chanting is not professional enough. If Mr. Ai has the opportunity to go to Fuso in the future, I can let you see what the real high-end goods look like."

"Really? This is really something to look forward to."

Ai Zhixin had a very bright smile on his face, very expectant, and very polite.

But he used all his strength to control his two rows of teeth and prevented them from biting each other hard.

After all, you can't laugh while gritting your teeth.

[I'd be stupid to go to Fuso! Last time I almost died at the hands of your grandfather. You vampires may appear civilized and polite on the surface, but you're crueler than evil spirits at heart.]

Just ten years ago, Ai Zhixin witnessed with his own eyes his family groaning in pain at the hands of Nakamura Kenshou.

All their money was squeezed out and they were made to cry, but that old man Nakamura still disliked that their Shen Yin was not professional enough.

Ai Zhixin still doesn't understand what kind of mentality some Japanese women have that allow them to let out the kind of cry that can be understood as the "joy of being conquered".

Compared to them, those girls in Lighthouse are not subtle enough, not real enough, not gentle enough, too fucking rough, and too fucking unprofessional.

And this guy named Naoto Nakamura actually said "Shinyin is unprofessional" right in front of him. Is he mocking him?

If it wasn't related to his father and his own revival plan, Ai Zhixin would have slapped him in the face right now.

In his opinion, this kid, who was half a head shorter than him, was much less powerful than him.

Naoto Nakamura looked at Ai Zhixin, who was smiling, but his expression was very solemn.

Ten years ago, he was still young and had not had any in-depth contact with Ai Zhixin's family, but his father and grandfather had both told of the treacherous nature of Beile's family.

The Beile family was so servile that the Nakamura family became complacent and fled to the lighthouse.

This time the two families cooperated, and it is said that after answering the call from Prince Beile, my grandfather smashed his favorite teapot into pieces.

So this time, Naoto Nakamura came to cooperate with Ai Zhixin with a very cautious attitude.

But now it seems that the other party still doesn't seem to be able to straighten his spine?

Could it be that the eagle gave birth to a night owl, and each generation is worse than the previous one?

"Bang, bang, bang~bang, bang, bang~"

Ai Zhixin and Naoto Nakamura were still thinking about their own things, but suddenly there was a knock on the door outside.

Ai Zhixin frowned, walked over and looked through the peephole, and found that Fu Guiyin, who had been weak all over just now, was banging on the door frantically with red eyes.

Ai Zhixin suddenly felt a little flustered, because Fu Guiyin's expression at this moment was so scary. If she had a knife in her hand, Ai Zhixin would think she was going to come in and kill someone.

So he quickly turned around and asked Naoto Nakamura: "It's that woman just now. Did you pay too little? I said that this level can't be priced this way."

But Naoto Nakamura was not panicked at all, and said coldly: "I hate people who raise the price at the last minute the most. They have no sense of contract at all. Don't worry, the hotel will kick her out."

"Yeah?"

Ai Zhixin was skeptical, but Naoto Nakamura just said that he had been in the mainland for four years, so he should know the situation in the mainland better than he did.

A few minutes later, the hotel staff came over.

But the result was different from what Naoto Nakamura said, because Fu Guiyin was a resident of the hotel and had the key to the hotel room as evidence.

If the hotel staff hadn't tried their best to stop them, the two men would have been scratched like big cats by Fu Guiyin.

Naoto Nakamura showed extremely high physical fitness and disappeared from the room in a few seconds, leaving Ai Zhixin alone to deal with Fu Guiyin's anger.

After Fu Guiyin had been furious for a few minutes, she began to run out of strength. After all, kidney deficiency doesn't just happen to men. Women can also become weak if they are too promiscuous.

"Report J, you can't run away, you are dead."

Fu Guiyin began to threaten Ai Zhixin viciously.

Ai Zhixin suddenly panicked. When he was in Beijing, Lao Song had told him that the work style here was very strict. How could he be so careless?

So he said carefully: "Misunderstanding, this is all misunderstanding, beautiful lady, please don't inform the police, this kind of thing has a very bad impact in the mainland, and both you and I will be in trouble. How about we have a drink and chat first?"

"Have a drink? Chat?"

Fu Guiyin looked at Ai Zhixin who suddenly became "humble", and suddenly felt a strong sense of joy in her heart.

Ai Zhixin is still somewhat like Xu Ziliang, and this kind of humble flattery has been Fu Guiyin's long-cherished dream for many years.

This humble attitude and this submission of letting oneself be manipulated by the opponent simply made Fu Guiyin love it to death.

Fu Guiyin hooked the key to her room on her finger and turned it briskly like a windmill, just like her cheerful and mischievous mood at the moment.

"Okay, go to my room and have a nice drink."

(End of this chapter)