God of Rebirth Investment

It was his, and sooner or later it was his.

Don't be in a hurry at this time.

"Can I go?" Ni Yu woke up instantly.

"Of course!"

"Sorry, wait for me to get off, I'll be fine soon." Ni Yu said and got up quickly.

Seeing that seductive figure made Chang Dong furious again, and he couldn't help complaining to the people who were at the same table last night, damn it, why did you persuade me to drink?

What a waste of time!

Because of the rush of time, after Ni Yu got dressed, she didn't have time to put on makeup, so she just put on some moisturizing cream and went out.

However, in Chang Dong's eyes, she, with her plain face facing the sky, unexpectedly had the pure and bright feeling of hibiscus coming out of clear water, which made him feel even more regretful.

In Yanjing in the morning, there were many people and vehicles, and even the air seemed a little hot.

Although Changdong's driving skills are good, he can't drive in Yanjing, so he can only follow the traffic flow and move slowly, neither in a bad mood nor in a bad mood.

Although he was already late, but... who called him the boss?

Being late this time may give the newly formed wifi sharing project team a bad impression, but... if it's not good, it's not good, anyway, he just snatched this piece of fat.

It is best to have a bite;

If you can't eat it, the impact is not big.

The two giants, Chopsticks Hand and Jinji Toutiao, have already settled down, and they even picked up a wave of Xiaohongshu. His future is already guaranteed, and his mentality is much more relaxed.

What's more, there are still several opportunities to get rich waiting for him in the next few years, so there is no rush in this mentality.

Pay attention, the sudden wealth here is not the sudden wealth in the eyes of ordinary people, but the sudden wealth viewed from the eyes of billionaires.

At least in units of tens of billions!

In cranky thinking:

"squeak--"

A harsh voice suddenly sounded in the car.

Chang Dong subconsciously slammed on the brakes and realized that his car had been scratched.

He glanced at the rearview mirror and got out of the car quickly.

Sure enough, he saw a waste collection tricycle full of scrap copper and iron, parked next to his Lamborghini. A steel bar protruded from the tricycle, scratching an ugly half-meter-long scratch on his cool body.

This scratch is so ugly, it's like a knife on the face of a peerless beauty.

ugly!

Violation!

Irritability!

Depressing!

Beside the waste collection tricycle, a grizzled old man looked at the place where he was scraped in a panic. His dark old face was pale, and his lips were trembling with fright.

"Fuck, this is a Lamborghini, right?!"

Suddenly there was an exclamation from the side of the road. The word "Lamborghini" almost instantly attracted pedestrians and even some car owners.

"It's really a Lamborghini logo!"

"This car costs at least two or three million yuan, right?"

"Hey, you are so young, you are a proper rich second generation!"

"Yeah, the girl in the co-pilot is really pretty."

"It's over, it's over, this old man must be finished, he even scratched this kind of car, and he can't afford to sell him!"

"Damn, I don't believe it anymore, at the feet of the emperor, he still dares to play tricks?"

"Young man, are you new to the society? Are you being bullied by others? Just a letter from a lawyer can sue you to your death!"

Even in the capital of Zhuxia, where luxury cars are everywhere, luxury cars of the Lamborghini level still attract the attention of countless people.

Especially when this kind of luxury car was scratched by a scavenger, it was just an ordinary car scratching incident, and it escalated into a conflict between rich and poor in an instant!

The old scavengers were already terrified, but when they heard the comments from the people around them, they became even more terrified!

With dry lips, all blood loss, the whole person was almost completely stunned, his eyes looked around without focus, as if asking for help, as if fearing, as if escaping.

Chang Dong listened to the discussions of the people around him, and watched many people take out their mobile phones to take pictures and record videos, his brows furrowed into the word Chuan.

He realized that if this matter is not handled well today, it will definitely have a great impact on him!

In his previous life, he saw a lot of cases where a luxury car accident caused a crisis of public opinion, where mud was brought out by pulling carrots, and he was miserably cheated.

No matter who is right or wrong in this matter, it doesn't make any sense to dwell on it now.

When the rich and the poor collide; when the powerful and the disadvantaged are in friction; laws, morals, rules, and many other things will be blurred.

All contradictions will rise to a confrontation on the level of consciousness.

Thinking of this, Chang Dong took a deep breath.

He moved.

Accompanied by his gesture, there was a commotion among the onlookers, and countless mobile phone cameras were aimed at him.

Chang Dong walked to the side of the discarded tricycle, reached out and pulled out a steel bar covered with rust.

"What is he going to do?"

"He's not going to hit someone, is he?"

"Too arrogant!"

"At the feet of the Son of Heaven, he dared to hit someone?"

"Quickly record it, it's definitely breaking news!"

"Damn, keep your voice down, you're going to kill me!"