"General Long." The old slave holding the sword stood up with a smile on his face.
"Yeah." Deng Jiuling snorted coldly, with cold eyes.
Seeing Deng Jiuling actually, wearing a mask and sunglasses, covering his face sturdy.
Mo Yun frowned, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.
In the South China Sea, no matter how awesome the senior level, when meeting Mo Yu, they will be respectful and polite.
But Deng Jiuling is good, but his face is cold
Damn it!
Don't bring this
Mo Yu was originally a proud person, he naturally couldn't understand this scene.
"My son, calm down, you must calm down." The old slave holding the sword hurriedly passed the sound into the secret and persuaded.
"Humph!" To suppress the anger in his heart, Mo Yu's handsome face barely squeezed a smile: "General Long, hello."
"Who are you, I know you? What are you looking for for me today?" Deng Jiuling raised his legs and put on the air.
Anyway, between Deng Jiuling and Mo Yu, the contradiction between the two is so great that they can't be reconciled at all.
Now that Deng Jiuling is able to pretend to be forced in front of Mo Yu, Deng Jiuling is naturally very cool.
If Mo Yu knew that he was trying to make friends with someone, it would be the words of his mortal enemy Deng Jiuling.
I really don't know how proud people like Mo Yu will make in his heart.
"General Long, this is the case. Today we invite you over to invite you to have a meal and talk about something in an instant." The old slave holding the sword said with a smile.
"Invite me to eat? All right."
Deng Jiuling was happy when he heard the words: "But I can eat very well, can you please invite me?"
"General Long, you are joking. Our Mo family dominates the South China Sea. If we invite people to eat, we can still get the money." The old slave holding the sword said proudly.
Although the Mohist school is experiencing a century-old crisis, it seems to be going through risks.
However, the so-called "Hundred-legged insects die but are not stiff", the Mohist's background is still very powerful.
It's not just a meal, what a mess!
"I'm in a decisive battle with Qiu Undefeated, hurry up!"
Deng Jiu snapped his fingers and said to the waiter: "Bring me ten boxes of Lafite in 1982."
puff!
Hearing the words, the whole western restaurant is quiet, and the breath can be heard.
The beach cafe is actually a western restaurant, and it is also very high-end.
Beiming University is a university for wealthy people, and the level of beach cafes is luxury.
Drinking a cup of coffee here costs tens of thousands.
But Deng Jiuling is good, he wants to drink Lafite
And... ten cases to drink
Damn it!
This... is too exaggerated, right
"Sir, do you really want to drink so much?" the waiter tentatively asked.
"Why? Feel like I can't afford to pay?"
boom!
With a slap on the table, Deng Jiuling scolded and said, "Have you seen, this is the Young Master Mo Yu of the Nanhai Mo Family, do you despise him?"
"But... You three, you can't finish drinking." The waiter said in amazement.
"I can't finish drinking, I can't pack it?" Deng Jiuling scolded.
puff!
Mo Yu's face was black, and his nose was crooked.
"Master, calm down, you must calm down." The old slave holding sword quickly persuaded.
"This damn Long Aotian, he made it clear to play with us."
Mo Yu looked fierce: "Uncle, tell me by yourself, what's this...what's the matter?"
"My son, we have to ask for help, forget it, the family is not short of money." The old slave holding the sword said with a wry smile.
Although ten boxes of Lafite is very valuable, it is really nothing compared to the wealth of the Mohist family.
It's just this, the feeling of being slaughtered as a pig after a casual cup of coffee.
This makes those who are as proud as Moyu feel very upset and angry.
Soon, ten boxes of Lafite were sent to Deng Jiuling.
"Then what, your most expensive dish, come with ten servings of each, hurry up, I'm in a hurry." Deng Jiuling scolded.
"Yes, sir." The waiter was shocked and hurried to prepare.
Although I think Deng Jiuling is very wasteful.
But when I think of myself, I can get a high commission, the waiter is still very happy.
Soon, Deng Jiuling's table was full of exquisite dishes.
A dozen cheongsam beauties stood behind Deng Jiuling, ready to serve.
"This mouthwash is good, it has a slight sweetness." Deng Jiuling said with a smile.
"General Long, this is... worth 50,000 cups of imported African cat urine coffee." said the old slave holding the sword in pain.
Damn it!
Even if the Mo family is rich, it can be too extravagant to take a cup of coffee for 50,000 yuan to rinse your mouth
The Mo family had money, but that money was not. It fell from the sky.
Deng Jiuling's feeling of being a ruin made the old slave holding the sword feel very heartbroken.
"Go, get me a big wooden bucket." Deng Jiuling snapped his fingers.
Immediately there was a cheongsam beauty who came over with a big wooden barrel in doubt.
Wow!
Deng Jiuling opened Lafite and fell directly into the big wooden barrel.
"Go, come here with two more wooden barrels, and open another 20 boxes of Lafite." Deng Jiuling made a photo paper.
Immediately a girl came over with a big wooden barrel and Lafite with a look of excitement.
Nonsense, no matter how prodigal Deng Jiuling is, this is all money.
"Too prodigal."
"Lafite washes his feet, I'm Cao!"
"That's Lafite in 1982."
Those hawks in suits and leather shoes, under Deng Jiuling's local tyrant's behavior, all gave thumbs up and were amazed.
What is a local tyrant
What is forced grid
Deng Jiuling took a bath with a large wooden barrel and Lafite 1982 and told everyone the answer.
"Mo Yu, you're welcome, Lafite soaks her feet, it's a beauty, and it also prevents aging."
While eating delicious food, Deng Jiuling said with a smile.
Click!
With his fists clenched, the murderous intent appeared in Mo Yu's eyes, and he was on the verge of rage.
"Lao Mo, your Mo family, shouldn't you be poor by me?" Deng Jiuling said casually.
"General Long, you laughed, how can this be possible!" The old slave holding the sword gave a wry smile, laughing more ugly than crying.
"Let me just say, your Mo family is so rich, I just have a meal, this is only a few dollars."
Biting a portion of deep-sea fish balls in his mouth, Deng Jiuling snapped his fingers: "Waitress, what do you guys eat? How come this fish ball is only one big piece of rice?"
"Lord Long, this is a precious live fish collected 20,000 miles from the bottom of the sea. It was suffered by special craftsmanship. One portion is 500,000." The waiter trembled.
"Grass, bullying the Mo family for no money, right?"
boom!
Slapped on the table with a slap, pointing at Mo Yu, Deng Jiuling scolded and said:
"This is the head of the four princes. Do you think the Mo family will have no money?"
puff!
Hearing that, Mo Yu's face was completely black.
But being watched by countless celebrities, even though Mo Yu was upset, he could only smile.
"Since General Long likes deep-sea fish balls, you can eat whatever you like. This boy is full!" Mo Yu gritted his teeth.
"Have you heard? Get ten catties of fish balls, hurry up." Deng Jiuling waved impatiently.
what
Hearing this, the audience shook.
A serving of fish balls is the size of rice grains, that is half a million!
But Deng Jiuling is good, he wants to eat by the catty
What the hell!
You kid really thought, don't you need money for this stuff
Although Mo Yu was angry, the matter was over and Mo Yu could only admit it.
Soon, ten catties of fish balls were delivered to the table.
Deng Jiuling only ate a few, and then stood up: "Dear friends, today Young Master Mo Yu is coming to Beiming, and today Young Master Mo Yu will cover all your consumption. You can eat whatever you want. You are welcome."
"Young Master Mo Yu, a good man."
"Thank you, Young Master Mo Yu!"
"Boss, hurry up... 82 Lafite, come with a box!"
Wow!
In the beach cafe, all the celebrities boiled, stood up together, and spontaneously applauded Young Master Mo Yu.
"Ha ha!"
Oh!
In an instant, on Mo Yu's handsome face, there was a smile that looked more than crying.
Mo Yu, angry!
If it were not for the old slave holding the sword, he had been persuading.
Otherwise, with Mo Yu's old personality, he would directly pull out the Zhuxian Sword and stab Deng Jiuling to death with a single sword.
But this time, Mo Yu could only smash his teeth and swallow everything in his stomach.
Mo Yu, angry!
However, it was done, and even though Mo Yu was furious, he could only pinch his nose to admit it.
Because Mo Yu knew very well that he had paid so much.
It would not be a good deal if they turned their faces with Deng Jiuling at this time.
"Let's talk about it, what's the matter with me coming here today."
Deng Jiuling ate for a while, then said lightly.
"General Long, this is the case. We came to you this time, hoping to cooperate with you." said the old slave holding the sword.
"We, the Mo family, are willing to sponsor 100 billion yuan from the East Navy Battalion to support the cause of Master Xu Canghai."
Mo Yu said proudly: "We don't ask for anything else. We just hope that when the South China Sea battle begins in the future, General Long, you can stand on the side of the East China Sea and show your support for our Mo family."
The Hundred Years of Mohist Tribulation is about to come, and after many high-level Mohist meetings, they all came to a conclusion.
That is-within the four seas, I am afraid that the flames of war will spread.
Even the whole world will be filled with wars, letting the end of the world come.
In the last days, heroes will naturally emerge in large numbers, and it is also the time when the strength of various races is reshuffled.
And within the four seas, all princes who crack the soil and confine their borders and hold the military power have the opportunity to follow the dragon.
Xu Canghai was a powerful force in the East China Sea, and he was naturally the target of the Mohist school.
If the South China Sea really fought, Wei Lan, the commander of the South China Sea, would definitely be the first to attack the Mo family.
When peace is flourishing, Marshal Wei Lan still has to consider the issue of harmony and peace.
But once troubled times come, then this problem is obviously not a problem.
Wei Lan wanted to control South China Sea and destroy the Mo Family. This was his only choice.
If only to fight Wei Lan decisively, the Mohist school would still have confidence.
But if Donghai intervenes, it will be in trouble.
After all, the South China Sea and the East China Sea border each other geographically.
Using 100 billion to persuade Donghai to stand still, this transaction is actually very cost-effective for the Mohist school.
"Of course, if this is to be facilitated, our Mo family is willing to give you 10 billion separately to General Long."
While speaking, Mo Yu placed two Citibank black gold cards in front of Deng Jiuling.
"The card on the left has 100 billion, and the right is 10 billion. You will also accept General Long."
Stroking the white beard, the old slave holding the sword clasped his fists and said: "General Long, you are the God of War of the East China Sea, Master Xu Canghai's master."
"I believe that if you go out in person, Master Xu will know how to choose."
Deng Jiuling frowned slightly, and after three seconds of pondering, he finally made a decision...