Wang Yao was afraid of running into the police station, and seeing that the situation was deadlocked again, he immediately became impatient.
"You guys take your time to discuss it, we're leaving now." Wang Yao said, then turned to leave again.
Hui Shuo was really anxious now. His parents' intention to abandon him was too obvious and too resolute. In his desperation, he simply pulled out the cloth bag from his arms and threw it on the table in front of the security guard.
“It’s all…it’s all yours, all the money I have is here…Father, Mother, don’t go, wait for me…” Hui Shuo jumped to Wang Yao’s side.
Holy crap, a heavy bag of money, almost 100,000 yuan! Wang Yao's eyes turned red when he saw it. He quickly turned to Hui Shuo and said, "You and Hua Gu go back to your room first. I'll take care of things here."
"Huh...?" The security guard seemed to have something to say, and Wang Yao's eyes widened.
"What are you yelling for? All the monk's money is on your table, what are you still yelling for?"
As Wang Yao was speaking, he stepped forward and grabbed the cloth bag on the table and all the money that Hui Shuo had taken out.
"I am..." The security guard turned to look at Boss Yu's family. He hoped that Boss Yu's family would be satisfied with the amount that Hui Shuo had brought out, but unexpectedly, Wang Yao held the heavy money bag and banknotes in his hand, and his thoughts immediately changed.
Money feels completely different whether you have it in your hand or not. That's why we say Jack Ma is great; he created online payment, so we no longer need to carry cash. As a result, people only have one concept about money: whether they have money or not.
When you have money, you don't feel anything when you spend it. You just tap your phone a few times and see that simple things are delivered to your home. It's hard to feel the heartache of taking out banknotes. But when you run out of money, tapping your phone doesn't work anymore, and by the time you regret it, it's too late.
If you want to stimulate consumption, you can't expect people to hold onto cash. Holding those colorful bills in your hand and asking them to spend money means they have to go through the torture of taking out money one bill at a time, which is not a pleasant experience.
Only by turning money into intangible, perceptible numbers, and fundamentally solving the pain of spending money, can consumption be truly stimulated. Jack Ma's cunning lies entirely in this.
Once Wang Yao actually got hold of the money Hui Shuo had pulled out, his mind completely changed. He finally understood how much sacrifice Hui Shuo had made for his parents. Damn it, now, not even the police, let alone the Heavenly King himself, could make Wang Yao hand over a single penny.
"Damn it, are you really not afraid of retribution? Do you know that Boss Yu is standing right by the door? You're still eyeing the money he gave you for praying for blessings. Aren't you afraid of dying?" Wang Yao glared at the security guard, clutching the money tightly in his hand.
This kid is the worst; we need to take him down first before we can get away.
Upon hearing Wang Yao's words, not only did the security guard feel a chill, but even Boss Yu's own family members were terrified and turned pale.
Wang Yao focused his mind on the system and silently activated the immortal technique "Light Punishment" to scare these guys, otherwise tonight's events would never end.
"Host intends to use the Immortal Technique: Minor Punishment. Using it will consume 300 points of spiritual power. Abandoning it will consume 100 points of spiritual power. Confirm use?"
In Wang Yao's mind, a large hand with its five fingers spread out appeared, gently waving. The security guard in front of him, Boss Yu's friends around him, and the women from Boss Yu's family on the sofa all appeared in his mind.
"Use it." Wang Yao selected the security guard in his mind and made the decision silently.
"The punishment has three levels: mild, moderate, and severe. The spiritual energy consumption is the same. Please confirm the severity of the punishment."
Upon hearing the prompt in his mind, Wang Yao was slightly taken aback. It had already been said to be a "light punishment," yet it was differentiated in intensity? Then he thought again, this "light punishment" could even deal with immortals, so now that he was dealing with mortals, he naturally had to differentiate the intensity.
He only wanted to teach these guys a lesson, not kill anyone. He decided to use a mild "light punishment" in his mind. Then, the image of the security guard suddenly appeared in Wang Yao's mind, and he slowly swung his large hand with five fingers outstretched.
There was a sharp "smack" sound, and the security guard yelled "Ouch!" He leaned against the table, covered his face with one hand, and trembled all over. To be honest, the slap didn't hurt much, but the security guard was scared half to death.
No one laid a hand on him, yet he was slapped in the face. If it wasn't that damned Boss Yu who did it, then who was it?
Wang Yao had never used this magic before. He had wanted to use it when he encountered the widower but hadn't been able to, so he wasn't too sure about the effect of "light punishment".
Now that he had used it, he was immediately very confident. He had a clear understanding of the severity of the "light punishment." He had been afraid of hurting people before, but now he was certain that the "light punishment" was indeed very mild. He estimated that even a severe punishment might not be able to hurt these mortals.
"Slap!" Then another crisp sound rang out, this time it was Boss Yu's wife, who was sitting on the sofa, who also got slapped. The woman covered her face, completely stunned.
"You damned devil, you just left without saying a word. I'm here to seek justice for you, why did you hit me?" the woman cried out, covering her face in grievance.
"Slap!" Another sound rang out, and Mr. Yu's friend covered his face, dumbfounded.
"Old Yu, Brother Yu, stop hitting me, I know I was wrong..." Boss Yu's friend was so scared that his face turned white. He thought to himself that he was just looking for trouble. He should have just taken the guy surnamed Yu to the hospital and that would have been the end of it. Why did he have to help his wife make a scene at the hotel?
If this troublemaker surnamed Yu had been kind enough, it would have been fine. But his attempt to flatter backfired, and instead of a kind word, he got beaten up. Who can he complain to now?
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