The richest man in the world starts from picking up tatters

Seeing Liu Qingyan didn't catch up, Su Cheng slowed down.

Xindao this woman is too blatant.

He can't control such a woman.

"Brother Cheng, what a nice sister Qingyan, what are you running? If it were me, I would rather dedicate my body."

Hong Zhen jumped off the tricycle, wiped the sweat from his forehead and complained.

In his opinion, Su Cheng is really cheap and good.

Su Cheng disapproved.

"You kid doesn't understand my suffering. That's a thorny rose. It's good to be a friend. If you go further, you will only get hurt."

"Tsk tusk, is this the reason for being single?"

Hong Zhen yin and yang weird airway.

During the conversation, a girl with long hair who handed out flyers walked towards her.

The girl has soft black hair and a yellow butterfly hairpin. She looks like a college student who has come out to work part-time.

"Hello, brother, take a look at swimming and fitness."

The pure-looking girl smiled and passed the flyer directly to Hong Zhen.

Hong Zhen took it with a red face.

The girl nodded and said thank you, and went straight by.

"Hey, wait, why don't you give me a copy?"

Su Cheng summoned the girl, wondering.

The girl turned around.

Twistingly glanced at Su Cheng's strong biceps and that strong calf, his heart beating wildly.

"You, you are in good shape and don't need to exercise."

After talking with a sweet smile, he turned and ran away.

"Really, hehe."

Su Cheng twisted his arm and smiled very narcissistically.

And at this time, Hong Zhen's expression could be condensed with resentment.

"I am so old, what kind of body is still healthy!"

Hong Zhen angrily threw out the leaflet.

Su Cheng had quick eyes and quick hands, snatched it over and threw it into the woven bag.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for picking up a fitness leaflet, system reward (lucky jade talisman bonus): a powerful slimming stick!

The system prompt sounded suddenly.

Su Cheng was confused.

[Slimming stick: Which one is thinner, the stronger the blow, the more obvious the slimming effect.

Looking at the introduction, Su Cheng suddenly had a dark thought in his mind.

So on the way back to the Art Center, Hong Zhen kept trembling. He always felt that Su Cheng's eyes were a little wrong.

It's like doing something to yourself.

After returning to school and entering the office, Hong Zhen finally couldn't hold back.

"I said, Brother Cheng, if you always have any opinions on me, just say it!"

Hong Zhen complained about the way of heaven.

"Fatty, tell me honestly, are you short of money now?"

Su Cheng asked suddenly.

Hong Zhen was stunned and suddenly silent

Su Cheng stared at him.

After half a minute.

Hong Zhen said with a sigh;

"Brother Cheng, I don't tell you, my family is not rich. I lost Chu Yun's money at the beginning, and I almost bankrupted my family."

"I have been earning money to pay off debts for these years, and this school needs more money if it wants to run, alas."

Su Cheng was silent.

Unexpectedly, because of Chu Yun's incident, the fat man would have suffered so many wrongs.

He suddenly smiled and said:

"Fatty, your art center is very good. I plan to make some investment."

Hong Zhen's eyes lit up.

"Brother Cheng, how much do you want to invest?"

"This number."

Su Cheng stretched out a finger.

"One, one million?"

Hong Zhen said in amazement, this can indeed solve his temporary urgent need.

But Su Cheng shook his head.

"It's ten million."

The office suddenly became quiet.

Hong Zhen didn't react for a long time.

Su Cheng shook his hand and said, "Don't be confused, I have conditions."

"What conditions, you just say it!"

Hong Zhen wiped the halazi at the corner of his mouth.

I saw Su Cheng drew a one-meter long bamboo stick from the woven bag next to him, put it in his hand, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Hong Zhen glanced at the sharp edges of the bamboo sticks, cold behind his back.

"Brother Cheng, what do you mean?"

Hong Zhen didn't understand, but he always felt that it was not a good thing.

Su Cheng chuckled.

"It's meaningless, fat man, the condition I said is that if you let me knock a stick anywhere on you, I will give you a million!"

"What?"

Hong Zhen's face trembled, and the expression in Su Cheng's eyes suddenly filled with weirdness.

"Brother Cheng, so many years have passed, you, why are you taking this bite?"

The corners of Su Cheng's eyes twitched, what was the fat guy thinking!

"Which one I like, don't you agree to this condition, one stick is one million, there is no such good thing in the world."

When Hong Zhen heard this, his face was aggrieved.

He suddenly remembered what he had said to Su Cheng before, if he met a woman like Liu Qingyan, he would even dedicate this body.

But should we bear this kind of humiliation for the sake of this ten million?

Hong Zhen gritted his teeth, his face tense and his fists clenched.

In just 30 seconds, he experienced an extremely complex psychological struggle.

"Okay, I'm going to be fat!"

"Brother Cheng, if you want to say nothing, I'll just hold you on the third floor and jump down with you!"

After Hong Zhen said it, he directly put on the appearance of Renjun picking.

Su Cheng's mouth was crooked.

Don't you just hit a few sticks, it's like death or life.

He couldn't understand the fat man's world.

So he wants the fat man to disappear.

"Snapped!"

Su Cheng tapped Hong Zhen's fat buttocks with a stick.

Hong Zhen wailed, and the screams sounded immediately, very clearly in the corridor.

The students who were learning painting, the teachers suddenly woke up from the state of class.

"Brother Kun, do you hear anything?"

Some students asked secretly.

Zhou Kun frowned and said in his heart, this voice seemed familiar.

"Keep practicing, don't be distracted!"

The female teacher in her 30s said with a sullen face.

However, her voice just fell, the next second.

"Ah~"

There was another scream, like the sound of a crow croaking.

The students suddenly lost interest in continuing to study and looked out of the classroom.

"Continue studying!"

The female teacher performed lion roar skills with a dark face to shock the restless students.

Then she walked out quickly on high heels.

As soon as she left the classroom door, she actually saw other teachers walking out the door curiously.

"Ah~! Three million!"

"His~! Four million!"

"············"

The screams were mixed with numbers.

The teachers heard a feeling of pain and happiness.

They also determined the source of the sound.

It is that wonderful principal!

The teachers looked at each other, and invariably glanced their heads into the classroom, and said in a nearly roaring manner:

"Leave me quiet. There is surveillance in the classroom. If anyone dares to move before I come back, let him run to the playground!"

The group of students immediately guarded themselves.

"Jang Hyuk, guess if the principal was beaten by someone?"

As soon as the female teacher left, Zhou Kun suddenly whispered to Zhang He behind him.

Zhang He was stunned, a little uncomfortable with Zhou Kun's change.

Zhou Kun made a cut.

I thought that Zhang He was immersed in the painting and directly grabbed Zhang He's drawing board.

"What a daze, let me see what you drew, hiss!"

Zhou Kun took a breath.

Drawing board.

A brightly colored oil painting appeared before Zhou Kun.

The picture shows a woman in red. She sits quietly in front of the window, looking out the window, the sun is falling on the ends of her hair, beautiful and peaceful.

Of course, this woman Zhou Kun recognized.

This is the woman I painted this morning, Liu Qingyan.

"Jang Hyuk, did you paint this?"

Zhou Kun couldn't believe it.

At such a level, even he couldn't draw it.

"I'll go, this painting is too good!"

"It's that big beauty, it's so sensible!"

"Jang He, I bought it for 500 yuan!"

"I'm out of 600, don't grab it with me!"

The surrounding students all came over and exclaimed.

Zhang He's face turned red, and Guan nodded shyly.

"Yes, I just paint casually."

Draw any picture······

Zhou Kun pondered this sentence, how did he feel so familiar.

Special, isn't this what the old man said?

For a time.

Zhou Kun suspected that Su Cheng secretly taught Zhang He what secret.

"You painting, I am willing to bow down, but I won't just give in!"

Zhou Kun said fiercely, as if he had made some determination.

Returned the drawing board to Zhang He and continued to work hard.

He was really stimulated.

Zhang He was very surprised. He drew quite well after hearing Zhou Kun's meaning?

In fact, he also felt as if some potential change had happened to him.

Now when he looks at everything around him, he has a strong desire to make them appear on the drawing paper, and his inspiration often explodes.

The reason for the change has to start with a bottle of six walnuts.

In the corridor.

Five or six teachers stepped lightly and quietly approached the principal's office.

Through the glass window.

They saw a terrifying scene.

A strong man holding a three-foot bamboo stick with an evil smile on his face.

And that stick fell on the principal's body time and time again!

"Oh! Six million!"

"My Cao! Seven million!"

"Fack..."

The principal Hong Zhen grinned in pain.

That bamboo stick was on his waist, neck, back of head, limbs, and any strong defenses on his body were not immune.

But what surprised all the teachers was...

The principal was obviously being beaten, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his expression was full of pride.

The teachers who saw this scene were very incomprehensible. They looked at each other as if they had seen a ghost.

"It's over, Principal Hong is crazy, and he has become a masochist."

"What is it that he shouted seven million and eight million?"

"I heard that our school's operating funds are insufficient and the loan is not available. The principal has been worrying about this. Is it because he can't handle the pressure and is crazy?"

"Then what does it mean to be crazy, I think the principal is quite happy."

"Think carefully, everyone, it seems we will have to leave soon."

Several teachers whispered.

All frowned, worried about their own future.

"Stop! Ten million, enough!"

After the tenth stick was knocked down, Hong Zhen shouted immediately, he only felt that a layer of skin was lost all over his body.

Su Cheng retracted the bamboo stick and looked at Hong Zhen with awe.

"I said Brother Cheng, you can't speak without words!"

Hong Zhen endured the burning pain in his body and said, looking at the bamboo roots in Su Cheng's hands with fear.

Why does such a narrow stick hurt so much?

"Fat man, tell me your bank card number."

Su Cheng smiled, and then directly transferred 10 million to Hong Zhen.

"My God! Five, six, seven zeros!"

Hong Zhen was shocked.

Looking at Su Cheng with incredible eyes, his lips trembled slightly.

"Brother Cheng, where did you get so much money? Give me ten million without blinking?"

Although I have seen Su Cheng's diamond card.

But Naka generally has a net worth of several million and can handle it, but Su Cheng gave himself 10 million!