All the money Long Qi has accumulated is the 20 billion US dollars he has worked hard to save.

This is his coffin book.

He exchanged 10 billion US dollars, 65 billion, 50 billion to Mr. Xia, and 5 billion to the ghost. He left 10 billion to the hands in case of emergency needs.

It seems that his 10 billion US dollars will have to be exchanged.

As for Mr. Xia, he had at least 40 billion left in his hands, Long Qi didn't have to make any decisions about this money.

Mr. Xia is now a Pixiu, and he only enters and does not leave.

On the list of Ghosts, all the costs required to build a team of 500 people are clearly listed.

This fee is accurate to one dollar.

Of course, the currency unit is US dollars.

Brother Qi threw the 10 billion card on his body to Xiaobai in great pain:

"Hold it, tell the ghost guy, this is my coffin book! There are 10 billion in it, and I invest 15 billion to see what kind of team it can create."

Long Qi felt heartbroken, but since he had let it go, he could only bear the pain himself.

He also knew that ghosts' method of spending money was completely correct.

When a cannon fires, gold is ten thousand taels, which is a famous saying from ancient times.

It’s a simple comparison. Nowadays, many people are talking about sky-high luxury cars, such as 30 million and 50 million per car, and a limited edition of ten units worldwide, such as bragging about honor and luxury, and identity symbols.

But this kind of luxury car depends on what comparison is. If it is compared with 200,000 yuan per car, it is awesome. But, how about you compare it with military machinery?

A random stupid tank with black smoke costs at least 30 to 50 million yuan, and the maintenance cost is more than a hundred times that of luxury cars. In addition to various weapons and equipment, a main battle tank is worth hundreds of millions.

The same thing is said, in the eyes of the loser, one million can make him live for the rest of his life, but in the eyes of the rich, one million is just a meal of wine.

Different vision determines the value of money, that's all.

They only know that the world's richest man is Bill Gates, and that hundreds of billions of dollars are astronomical, but they absolutely don't know that the Chinese people once planned to create a dead starship in the Star Wars plan of the Cold War.

And the cost of this Death Starship is 50 million trillion US dollars.

Of course, even if this money is concentrated global wealth, it is not enough, so the Death Starship plan will be invalidated.

The matter was not over. Brother Qi threw Miss Zhao aside and ordered a table of good dishes at the Beauty Palace at noon. After eating, Zhao Yunan went to bed for a night and saw these guys chattering. He was so bored that he slammed the door and walked out.

Miss Zhao probably has a physical condition to cause trouble, so she went out and caused trouble again.

Places like Beauty Palace are not only suitable for fun, but also for talks and are very confidential. There are few guests here who bring their own women. Even if there are, they are definitely not good women, and they are mostly socialites in romantic occasions.

I dare not say that there is no beauty of Miss Zhao's level, but it is definitely rare.

And how noble and proud Miss Zhao’s temperament is?

It doesn't matter if you go out at once, you will soon encounter trouble.

She didn't think about it. Where could she walk around like this kind of place?

Long Qi was still looking forward to the future with his brothers, which was blowing away. With a clang, Nian Nujiao's private room door was kicked open.

He was kicked away.

Long Qi was stunned, and the other four were also stunned.

Four people came in at the door, dressed in a standard bodyguard. The guy who led the lead was above the top, his head was raised at a forty-five degrees, and his eyes looked down:

"Who the fuck is Long Qi?"

Behind him was the bodyguard in black, all with bad intentions on his face, and the same expression was like looking for death.

Who is Brother Qi? When he saw the other party’s style, he immediately became timid.

He quickly stood up, nodded and smiled:

"A few uncles, I'm just a despicable person. I wonder what the hell are doing to find a despicable person?"

Hei and Bai Wuchang and Wu Zhe Changsheng trembled all over.

Brother Qi is going to perform again.

well!

These four poor kids!

"You are Long Qi? Come with us."

The bodyguard was fierce and tall and decorated. Although the muscle lumps were strong through his clothes, the Qi brother's small body was in front of him. When compared with the two, it was a tiger and a sheep.

Brother Qi raised his head carefully, looking afraid of being beaten:

"What's wrong with me, how about that?"

"You're fucking nonsense, let's go, you fucking go!"

The bodyguard grabbed Long Qi's neck and pushed forward hard.

Brother Qi's "slim" body was staggering and pushed out far away, almost falling to the ground.

A murderous intent suddenly flashed in Heibai Wuchang's eyes.

They were hesitating whether to take action.

Long Qi coughed, shook his head slightly, and then looked scared:

"I'll go, I'll go, don't scare my brother!"

Long Qi was pushed out of the private room. Hei Bai Wuchang and Wu Zhe and Changsheng exchanged helpless eyes and followed.

I walked all the way to the hall of the Beauty Palace. At this time, I thought there were many people around the hall, and they all looked at the fun.

In the center of the hall, Zhao Yunan covered his face with one hand, his hair was scattered, and he fell to the ground without saying a word.

On the sofa opposite her, a young man was sitting with a golden knife horse, crossing his legs, and there were a few blood-red scratches on his face.

There was a lot of discussion around.

"Oh, who brought this woman? How dare you hit Mr. Zhou?"

"That's right, what a pity, such a great beauty."

"I don't think so. Even in the palace of beauty, there may not be many such top-notch people. I guess they have a big backer behind them."

"So what? No matter how big the backer is, can you be as big as Master Zhou? Have you forgotten Mr. Zhou's identity?"

"Stir, yeah, he's Hong..."

"Shh, don't say it if you don't want to die. Don't cause trouble for yourself."

The young master Zhou had a short inch, a pair of black casual pants, a slim white shirt, and a vest, with a full British handsome style.

Although there was a bit of blood red on his face, the contrast between his face made him look a little more evil charm.

He held a glass of red wine in his hand, shaking slowly, looking at Zhao Yunan's eyes, feeling cold.

When Long Qi saw Zhao Yunan like this, he immediately understood.

Do you still need to think about it?

Obviously, after Zhao Yunan came out, she met someone who asked to pick up and even forcibly humiliate her. Then she took action, and then, she was slapped in the face.

Long Qi no longer dared to joke. He immediately walked over, and didn't look at the others. He squatted in front of Zhao Yunan carefully, hugged her head gently, and said seriously:

"What do you want to do?"

Zhao Yunnan's voice was very soft, but the surroundings were very quiet, and everyone heard what she said.

"I want him to have one hand, then kneel in front of me, apologize, and slap myself a hundred more. I want everyone present to watch the fun to incite himself to slap ten times, especially a few bastards, I want them all to go bankrupt."

She said this in an understatement, as if she was saying something irrelevant.

People who can go to places like Beauty Palace to spend money are rich people, especially some of them, who are particularly rich.
Chapter completed!