NBA: Opening breaks record

Chapter 172 Why Are You Hitting Someone?
Meng Hua turned his head, staring at Shen Sihai with eagle-like eyes: "Do you have to do this?"

His eyes were full of murderous intent, looking down from top to bottom, even though Shen Sihai was used to strong winds and waves, his aura was instantly suppressed, if he hadn't supported him with his flat head, he might have fallen down on the spot.

Meng Hua sat down and pointed to the empty seat beside him: "Sit down."

His voice seemed to have magical power, and Shen Sihai sat down unconsciously.

Meng Hua said: "Uncle Shen, it's not that I don't give you face. Don't say I came here by car. Even if I don't drive, I'm an athlete and I don't drink at all. And I don't know how to punch alcohol. I don't know the rules. You didn't say the rules just now. If you are willing, let Xiao Song drink for you. If you don't, then you can tell me what to do. I'm in a hurry, so I really have to go."

As soon as these words came out, there was a lot of scolding.

Meng Hua's eyes glared fiercely, and when he stared over, everything fell silent.

A height of nearly 1.9 meters is nothing in the NBA. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is still very tall.

His muscles are nothing in the NBA, but in the eyes of ordinary people, they are still very powerful.

A tall and mighty man glared at him fiercely, why did he make a sound?
Naturally, Shen Sihai disagreed with the conditions he proposed, but he was sophisticated in the world, and he also saw that Meng Hua was definitely not someone who was easy to deal with.

How could this be a student at school, he might be a god of killing, and he didn't have many lives in his hands, so how could he have such eyes.

But it would be too embarrassing to agree directly.

He thought for a while, glanced at the two people's clothes, and said politely: "Little brother, it's not that I don't agree. As the host, I called everyone to come and come to toast you, but if you don't drink, what do you think my brother will save face for?"

His tone has become much gentler, and his words have become more and more harmonious. He absolutely does not want to conflict with Meng Hua.

Meng Hua said with a smile: "I received a call, just saying that there is a sorority, and I didn't say anything about the club."

Song Siying nodded her agreement.

Pingtou said: "These are all the expenses paid by President Shen. The rent here is not cheap. You don't know what the dishes are at night. President Shen is very interesting."

"Then I'm the host, can I not drink?"

"Are you doing something?" Pingtou raised his eyebrows, his cheek muscles trembled, and he didn't want to go any further, you drive a fucking second-hand car, can you afford something?
Secretary-General Wang sneered: "Do you think it's just a meal? You'll have to go to the bar later. Young people, you must save face and suffer. Chairman Shen is enough to save face for you. Don't toast and eat fine wine."

Meng Hua didn't bother to pay attention to him, and looked at Shen Sihai.

Shen Sihai looked around and said with a smile: "This is what you are willing to do, and I didn't lie to you when I went to the bar later. It was the same with the last trip, you can ask them..."

"How much?" Meng Hua felt that he had to leave quickly, otherwise he might put his fist into someone's mouth.

Seeing that he really wanted to be the host, the corner of Shen Sihai's mouth twitched: "The last time I spent [-]..."

"Is [-] enough?" Meng Hua interrupted him again. He was a little distressed. Judging by the luxury of this club, the unit must be US dollars.

Shen Sihai's eyes widened, and he said quietly, "It's dollars."

"No problem, wechat transfers RMB to you, and the exchange rate is calculated according to today's rate, is that okay?" Meng Hua took out his phone.

"Yes." Shen Sihai was a little surprised. He didn't want to save the fifty thousand dollars. It would be too embarrassing to spread the word, but when it comes to this, if Meng Hua can really afford it, he can't help it.

What worried him even more was that Meng Hua calmly said [-] dollars. When he reminded him that it was US dollars, he was not surprised at all, as if [-] dollars was nothing to him.

You won't offend some great god, right?

But in the Los Angeles Chinese circle, I have never heard of such a brave junior.

Meng Hua added Shen Sihai to WeChat, calculated the exchange rate, and transferred the money to him directly.

Just as he was about to get up, a prompt popped up on the interface.

Insufficient balance!

Impossible, he clearly remembered that there were more than 200 million in the associated card.

He looked at the BJ time on the screen, his parents should be taking a lunch break at this time, and it would suddenly cost [-], although they wouldn't ask, they had to worry about it secretly for a long time.

Borrowing money from teammates?

It doesn't work, even though most of them are very rich, they borrow [-] rashly, they should be able to borrow, but they have to explain for a long time, it's a bit embarrassing to put it in a public place.

Looking for Liu Feng?
He should not have fifty thousand.

It was so embarrassing, his eyes rolled wildly.

Shen Sihai glanced at Secretary-General Wang and blinked, as if sand had entered.

Secretary-General Wang immediately laughed, and walked diagonally opposite Meng Hua: "How about it, do you want to continue pretending?"

Song Siying turned her head and looked at Meng Hua who was slightly embarrassed, she was very surprised, this is a lot of money, but you should be able to afford it.

Even if you don't have that price to endorse, your annual salary is more than 70, which is only one month's salary. Although it hurts, since you boasted that you would invite me, there is no reason to back down.

Keeping promises is the most basic bottom line for a man.

Pingtou observed the words and expressions, and said to the person beside him: "He just drove over in a broken Chevrolet. I thought he was very poor. I didn't expect him to treat him. He is really a low-key rich man."

His voice is not loud, it seems to be chatting privately, but it can be heard by everyone present.

The person beside him smiled and said, "I can do this kind of low-key too. Is it all this kind of performance art now? President Peng Cishen, if you strike out, you will lose your face."

Another student wearing glasses continued: "Don't talk about this kind of pottery. There are a lot of pottery on the road. The quality of Chinese people is really poor. That's why I wholeheartedly went to study in the country of Magnesia."

Meng Hua turned his head and glanced at the two of them with disdain: "Isn't it only 5 yuan, why are you like this?"

The student replied: "Aren't you in a hurry just now? Then transfer the money quickly. If you have no money, I have a suggestion. Put your girlfriend on hold."

Everyone laughed, and the laughter was full of wretchedness.

Meng Hua's face turned cold, he took off his coat, and stared straight at the student: "Be careful what you say, if I beat you here today, they will at most help you call the police, and ants should never provoke elephants."

He glanced at Shen Sihai, and said with disdain: "What's the point of this kind of fraternity? I have money in my card, but my parents may have transferred some of it."

He turned around again, stared at those who wanted to laugh, and said, "What's so funny, I can find someone to transfer it to me, and I can borrow [-] yuan with just one phone call. You can use your heads to think about whether you have the strength or not."

It's ridiculous.

He laughed at these stupid birds, and also laughed at his vulgar behavior.

It's a dimensionality reduction blow.

He dialed Wu Shuying and deliberately turned on the speakerphone.

How difficult it is to pretend to be aggressive on the court, he pretends to be perfect, and off the court, it's pediatrics.

Everyone listened quietly. They couldn't help but look forward to it, even looking forward to someone lending him money. After all, if they continue to pretend like this, it will be very embarrassing for anyone watching.

"Sister, what are you doing?"

"Go, go, when did I become your sister, don't come here."

Just after hearing Wu Shuying's words, some people couldn't help covering their mouths and sniggering.

"Sister, where are you?" Meng Hua had no choice but to change the name. If she didn't serve the rich woman well, how could she be willing to give money.

"What's the matter, tell me quickly, I'm very busy." Meng Hua was very anxious before, and suddenly called her to make friends. There must be something, and he must not want to pick on her.

"I have something urgent, you transfer [-] dollars to my WeChat, and I will give it to you when I get back at night."

"Okay, not even fifty thousand dollars, how bad you are."

Everyone looked at each other, is she talking about me?
Wu Shuying asked again: "Where did you fool around and ask for so much money all of a sudden?"

Meng Hua mentioned the private club where the meeting was held.

On the other end of the phone, there were bursts of sneers, and the voice suddenly became cold: "I have no money, bye!"

"Hey, hey, hey." Meng Hua just wanted to tell her not to joke, when a "beep beep" came from the opposite side.

The man wearing glasses was furious, pointing at Meng Hua: "You you you..."

As a college student, he felt offended.

Repeatedly, again and again, this is humiliating the face of Huaxia students.

Pingtou pulled Meng Hua, not wanting Meng Hua to be very stable, but he almost fell himself.

Fiercely said: "You trash, don't waste everyone's time, we still have to drink."

It was indeed a waste of everyone's time, and Meng Hua never thought that Wu Shuying would take him to the gutter.

It seemed that he had to wake up his father, and he said, "I'll make another one. This time it will be fine."

"Hit your sister!" Secretary-General Wang suddenly launched an attack, and poured a glass full of wine at him.

Meng Hua moved sideways, the fastest step in history, and his long arm grabbed the cup like lightning.

Blocked by his force, Secretary-General Wang raised his arm, turned the wine glass to the owner, and poured a full glass of red wine on himself.

There was a sour taste in his eyes. Secretary-General Wang screamed and grabbed the towel on the table to wipe his eyes desperately.

Meng Hua wasn't paying attention to him. He stretched out his long arm just now, and his arm seemed to touch something.

He looked at Song Siying in astonishment, this is unscientific.

She has been dressed tightly, and she doesn't want to tear off the disguise, so she does.

Song Siying stomped her feet, blushing with shame, she didn't expect that the first time she suffered in her life would be Meng Hua.

Stinking rogue!
She really wanted to scold, but she couldn't get out of her mouth anyway.

Don't scold, embarrassing; scolding, even more embarrassing.

Forget it, let's just pretend it didn't happen. With her IQ off the charts, she instantly made the choice that was most beneficial to her.

The gap between humans and pigs can be seen from these details.

The pig next to her didn't know what to do, after wiping its eyes, it rushed up to Meng Hua.

Meng Hua stretched out his hand to block Song Siying from behind, and kicked Secretary-General Wang who was rushing forward.

Ah ~
Secretary-General Wang screamed, and then fell heavily to the ground with a thud.

Although there was a Persian rug, the bottom was hard marble. He was shocked and frightened, his whole body was shaking like chaff, his limbs were weak, and he couldn't get up.

After all, the glasses are still students, and have never been beaten by the society. Seeing Meng Hua being so rampant, he shouted: "Don't hit anyone."

Meng Hua turned his head not to look at him, but mainly because he was afraid of someone sneaking up on him.

When did the glasses see such a fierce gaze, and the lips kept trembling: "I...I...I want to call the police."

It's just that he didn't hear clearly what he said.

Song Siying stretched out her hand to grab Meng Hua, her face sullen: "Why are you beating someone?"

(End of this chapter)