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Lu Feng simply said the matter again. When Maha on the phone heard something like this, the sky had fallen on Sirami's side. For him, isn't it just a sentence?

"Where is her address?" asked the other end of the phone.

"Wait a moment, I'll go and ask." Lu Feng stood up, hurriedly walked towards Sirami, looked at her and asked, "Where is your address?"

"Karal!"

Lu Feng told his disciple to Maha, who hung up.

Originally, Lu Feng didn't plan to go with her on this trip, but Maha got involved. This was not a simple matter. At the same time, Lu Feng wanted Silami to see Maha's strength.

Here, except for a few people, he can be said to be an existence covering the sky with one hand.

Half an hour later, the convoy set off, and Lu Feng and his team rushed to Karaal by car.

Karaal, a small town on the fringe of Bangkok, now Bangkok is definitely a bustling metropolis, but less than two hundred kilometers away from it, this town is extremely poor.

The houses here are simple and simple, made of simple wood. Because the climate is not too cold, they are wrapped in straw mats, and they won’t freeze in winter.

The garbage was dumped everywhere on the street, and the filthy smell rose to the sky. The children here were barefoot, and everyone was yellow and thin. The word poverty was interpreted to the extreme.

Sirami is like a big star here. Everyone knows that Sirami has gone to a good university, but the burden of disease has caused the family to suffer bad news. Such a thing happened today, which is also embarrassing.

Silami's home is a simple wooden house. The upper part is a room where people live, and the lower part is home to a few sheep. Not to mention her house, this is the village and town. Thieves have to walk away with tears when they come.

The door of Silami's house was closed, and there were twenty or so people standing outside the door, all of whom were sluggish young people, standing at the door with a guy in his hand and shouting.

As the car entered, such a luxurious convoy quickly attracted the attention of the people in the village, and many children ran after the car.

The car stopped at the door and the door opened. Sirami got out of the car and yelled to the group of people: "What are you doing? Don't hurt my family. Didn’t it say that it’s a good time for half a year. It’s only a few months. Keep coming to remind you!"

The head of a forty-year-old man, bald, looked back at Sirami, smiled, and felt a bit wretched by touching his bald head.

"Sirami, are you back?" He was talking, saw the car next to him, looked around Lu Feng and the others, and said: "What? I found a backer in the city? There are only two today. Choose, either pay back the money, or you follow me."

"Where is my dad?" Silami looked at the closed room and said nervously: "What did you do to them, did you?"

"Your dad is paralyzed, what can I do to him? Don't worry." The man stared at Lu Feng and said: "Boy, if you have money, don't you? If you have money, pay it back."

"It doesn't matter to me, talk to you!" Lu Feng replied.

"Oh, he's still a foreigner!" The man sneered, "I've all started playing foreign goods? I don't say much. If you don't follow me, one million baht, bring it!"

"One million?" Silami was stunned when he heard this number. At that time, he only borrowed fifty thousand baht to see a doctor. It took less than three months, a twenty-fold increase.

The folks who looked around were shocked when they heard this number, and they shouted that it was a robbery.

One million baht?

The money Silami earned in the dance hall, plus the original savings, was only one hundred thousand baht. This amount of money is just a drop in the bucket for one million baht.

"How could it be a million?" Silami argued with them.

What's the use of talking to these people? If they don't pay the money today, they will demolish the house. If they come back tomorrow, they don't know what to do.

Sirami's crying eyes were red, and she felt helpless at this moment. Listening to the cry of her mother in the room, she turned her head and looked towards Lu Feng in tears.

The door of the house opened, and a young man in his twenties came out with slippers on his feet. He looked very lazy. He looked at Sirami and said, "Can your man do you? You can't get a million, these cars If you don’t have any money, you can go with Pizhen."

"How can you say that!!" Silami looked at his brother.

"Don't you have to marry in the end? Whoever marries is not married. If that man can't help, then find someone who can help you. What's the use of reading so many books? In the end, don't you still want to be a dancer? People, serve people! It's better to marry a rich man, the whole family can follow along and enjoy the blessing, I can also buy a car!"

Her brother's words stuck to her heart like a knife, Silami couldn't cry anymore, she just felt sad, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't fill the house.

Lu Feng leaned on the car, smoking a cigarette and basking in the sun. He didn't want to ruin other people's good deeds.

The man named Pizhen saw that Lu Feng was unwilling to be nosy, so he was not polite, and he took the guy in his hand to his waist and walked towards Sirami with a smile, muttering in his mouth. Writing: "It's so white!"

"You have no money, come with me!"

Sirami cried, Lu Feng smoked a cigarette and looked at the scene before him. He sighed and said, "Aren't these Yang Bailao and Huang Shiren?"

Pizhen hugged and hugged, and the two sides continued to tug, and all of his little brothers watched vigorously from the side, and the noise continued.

Before Pizhen could get in and out of his hands, three jeeps galloped up, bringing a cloud of dust, the car stopped, and a dozen people in military uniforms walked down.

"What are you doing?" With a low drink, the man in his thirties took the lead. Without a word, he took out the gun in his arms and shot the entire magazine in the sky.

The gunshots rang through the air, and the villagers looking around were frightened and turned around and ran away.

At this moment, let alone the group of Pizhen people, even Silami was dumbfounded. A dozen people came over. The man who took the lead took a look at Silami and asked, "Is it Silami?"

Sirami nodded blankly, wondering what these people were looking for.

"Hello, I am the captain of the royal guard squadron, La Manna, Prince Maha has sent me to protect you!" La Manna saluted Sirami and looked at the people of Pizhen.

Pizhen is already fighting with two legs at the moment, he is out to fight, and of course he knows who is in charge of this country.

"Ye... I'm sorry, we are good friends!" Pi Zhen squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.

Fifteen minutes later, the twenty-odd people were all waiting to be captured. After the court’s ruling at noon, they were killed in the afternoon. For them, it means taking care of the court’s face and going through procedures, otherwise they will be all abrupt. It's not a big deal.

All the leaders in charge of this area have come, saying that Sirami has set an example for women in the area. They study hard and are admitted to university. They will be rewarded with a house and will also give out a certain amount of rewards.

All this changed so quickly, Silami instantly became the pride of Baili. She looked at the people in the village, at this moment, besides envy, she was envy.

No matter how many people who had trouble with her family, they all smile now.

She felt the benefits of power for the first time. It turned out to be so easy to change. Everything she ever wanted was at her fingertips. There was no need to declare war on fate, and no need to bet on a lifetime.

Even her disobedient brother, standing in front of La Manna at the moment, became a good boy, and everything was surrendered.

This feeling caused a crack in her rock-solid heart. If she only needs to pay for something that is not so important to get it, then this is definitely a good deal.

In many cases, persuading a person with word of heart is not as shocking as reality.

At noon, Lu Feng had a meal with Sirami in a restaurant in Bangkok. Ramana had gone back after completing the task, and Lu Feng could feel her difference at the dinner table.

There are many people in this world who don’t look down on wealth. That’s because most people in this world have never had a rich life. They simply stayed at the InterContinental Hotel for a period of time, had a few Western meals, and took a few trips in a luxury car. The little girl has already fallen, not to mention the power that can be controlled by her own feelings in her hands.

There are too many people in this world who hate privileges~www.readwn.com~ They don't hate privileges, they just hate that privileges cannot be used for themselves!

Sirami was eating, looked up at Lu Feng, and asked, "Can I still see him?"

"Of course, he has sent someone to help you." Lu Feng looked at her and said, "You can listen to the story of Cinderella and the prince, but don't take it seriously. Remember, there are many women around him. How can you stay? It takes you to use your mind."

"I know!" Silami understood that she had no prominent family, and she said to Lu Feng: "As long as you help me, I will naturally not forget you. I have no background and I hope you can help me."

"Cheers!" Lu Feng held up the red wine glass and touched her.

This matter no longer needs Dagui’s help from the middle. As Maha and Silami walked in, countless invitations floated like snowflakes. There were even many bosses who wanted to sponsor them and give them millions. Ten million red envelopes for condolences.

Lu Feng refused all the money, leaving Sirami to stay in the hotel with peace of mind. He went to see Thong Pala in the afternoon. In just a few days, he lost a circle and rushed to various announcements every day. Makeup artist, just like a celebrity treatment.

"Have you chosen the venue?" Lu Feng asked.

"It has been selected, the big stadium can accommodate more than 10,000 people, and we have begun to promote, the price of the ticket is very low, one baht, and it is currently sold out." Kevin looked quite excited, said; "The patriotic label It’s really emotional."

"If there are only labels and no product strength, it will be nothing but we are different. We have this strength." Lu Feng said with a smile: "Next, let these big international companies welcome Iron Fist!"

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