The richest man starts from checking in

"Master, go to Shanhai Manor."

Wang Ye said casually on the taxi.

The driver was an uncle in his forties. When he heard that the other party was going to Shanhai Manor, he immediately turned his head and looked at him.

"If you are young, go to Shanhai Manor?"

The taxi master's words are somewhat disdainful and ironic.

Wang Ye glanced at him suspiciously, and didn't think too much about it, do you have to divide your age into Shanhai Manor?

In the prosperous urban area of ​​the imperial capital, Shanhai Manor is located here. This manor is much larger than the surrounding parks combined.

Standing outside the Shanhai Manor, looking at this manor, Wang Ye felt in his heart how the couple, who had started from nothing, had created such a big world!

But when I think about it, Wang Ye is relieved how long he has been a billionaire.

He stepped towards the gate of Shanhai Manor, and a security guard stood straight in front of the gate, as if he hadn't seen him coming.

Click!

A stack of money fell on the ground.

Wang Ye took a look. The stack of money was at least a thousand yuan, and the security guard was still standing upright.

When he leaned over to pick up the pile of money, the security guard glanced at him with contempt when his eyes rolled.

"Your money has fallen." Wang Ye handed the money to the security guard.

"Your money." The security guard didn't even look at it.

Wang Yecancan smiled, "This is not my money."

"It is now!" The security guard turned to look at him, eyes full of contempt and ridicule, "What, too little?"

Wang Ye was a little confused.

This Qian is obviously the security guard, so why must he be his, and what does it mean to be too little?

"Look at your young age, you are so brazen! Don't you know how to find a decent job? Begging, do you still need to light your face..."

"Stop!" Wang Ye waved his hand, "Who told you I came to beg?"

"Does that still need to be said?"

From top to bottom, the security guard pointed to the waiter's overalls on him.

Wang Ye smiled bitterly, but when he came, he forgot to take off his overalls, but that didn't seem to be the reason to regard him as a beggar!

The security guard said with disdain: "I see people like you a lot. I have ordered the patron to send five to five thousand beggars. I have never stopped the beggar. I really don’t understand. Patriarch’s head Is it because of the flooding, or there is nowhere to spend more money. It is better to hire more security guards or give me a salary increase!"

"That's so special, the old man and the old lady have almost sent it away, and even the young people who don't have full hair are coming to beg!"

Hearing this, Wang Ye finally understood that Shan Qingwu is kind and charitable, and beggars who come to come will reward some money, so beggars come in an endless stream.

This is indeed a weird thing. Although this Nizi is kind-hearted, she is not used to it, otherwise the beggars are used to it and use this as a cash machine.

"This matter, it is true that Shan Qingwu is too willful! But I really didn't come..."

"You are so brave, the name of the owner is also yours?" The security guard raised his baton to scare Wang Ye.

"Hurry up with the money!"

At this time, a luxury car came and when the car stopped and dropped the window, a twenty-seven man glanced at Wang Ye in disgust, then looked at the security guard.

"Master Murong, you are here." The security guard quickly stepped forward, saluted, glanced at the flowers on the co-pilot, and smiled: "Are you here to send flowers to my master again?"

"Well, it's hard work to stand guard on such a hot day," the man said with a smile.

"Is it hot?" Wang Ye muttered subconsciously. It's already autumn, alright!

The security guard glared at Wang Ye and urged: "Smelly beggars, hurry up and hear you!"

The man in the car also glanced at Wang Ye, obviously disliked that he just interrupted.

He took out a pile of money from his bag and handed it to the security guard. The pile of money was worth tens of thousands. "Thank you, take it, take it!"

The security guard nodded grinning, "Thank you, Master Murong, thank you. I'll open the door for you!"

Seeing the security guard's flattering look, Wang Ye smiled faintly: "This seems to be a bit more nasty than a beggar!"

"What are you talking about?" The security guard heard it, but he never expected a beggar to say that.

Disdainful of him, Wang Ye said solemnly: "Inform your master, that Wang Ye will come to see her."

"Fuck, you are Wang Ye?" The security guard broke out directly, "It was yesterday that the Emperor Capital was making a lot of noise. Back then, Wang Ye, a descendant of the Wang family?"

"It's me." Wang Ye said sternly.

The security guard with a frightened face suddenly burst into laughter, and he couldn't stand up straight.

"If you were Wang Ye, I would be the president! Don't take a piss and take photos. Look at you, you are so poor and you pretend to be Wang Ye! That is now the chairman of the famous Amano Group, worth hundreds of billions. Boss! If you go out without talking about driving the tank, you should at least have a platoon of bodyguards! Just you, so funny."

The man in the car poked his head out and sneered: "Young people, be content with Changle! If you get a little bit of benefit, go quickly, pretend to be someone else and make trouble, but you will suffer!"

The security guard just called this person, Master Murong. He thought that this person should belong to the Murong family of the imperial capital, and his indomitable appearance made Wang Ye very disgusted!

Smacking his lips, Wang Ye sneered: "Are rich people so high? You have to be a platoon of bodyguards if you don't drive a tank when you go out?"

The security guard raised his head arrogantly, "No, the life of a rich man is beyond your imagination!"

"What about him? Is he too poor? Why didn't he drive the tank?" Wang Ye pointed to the man in the car.

"Hey, let me go! Why would you talk back!" said the security guard, pulling out the baton again.

The man in the car opened the door and got out of the car, standing in front of Wang Ye and staring at him with contempt.

"Do you know who I am?" the man asked.

Seeing Wang Ye shook his head in disdain, he puffed up his chest and said, "Young Master Murong, Murong Qiu!"

"What then?" Wang Ye asked, spreading his hands.

Murong Qiu sneered and said: "It looks like a hammer, even my Murong family has never heard of it! Unfortunately, I know Wang Ye, so it is a pity that you pretend to be him."

So far Murong Qiu still pretended to be elegant.

But Wang Ye chuckled, "Then why don't I know you!"

"Do you even believe the lie?" Murong Qiu sneered, turning his head to look at the security guard.

The security guard smiled flatly and pointed at the police dog not far away, "If he is Wang Ye, I can swallow the shit of rhubarb later!"

"Disgusting...but I think so too!" Murong Qiuzong laughed: "I have had dinner with Wang Ye, and I also have business dealings. You don't have a long look at fooling people!"

Wang Ye glanced at the police dog with interest, then looked at the security guard and Murong Qiu.

"If I were Wang Ye, would you two really swallow shit?" he asked in surprise.

Murong Qiu's face sank and threatened: "If you weren't Wang Ye, it would not be as simple as swallowing shit! Because of you, my mercy has been exhausted!"

"Don't tell me, I'll bet you two." After he finished speaking, he took out his cell phone and called Shan Qingwu.

"Qing Wu, I am Wang Ye! I am at your door, but you may need to pick me up in person."

After speaking, Wang Ye hung up the phone.

Murong Qiu and the security guard were startled when they saw each other, and after looking at each other, they laughed disapprovingly.

"High, it's really high! This is the calmest person I have ever seen, pretending to be forced." Murong Qiu gave a thumbs up.