The door-to-door son-in-law is a wealthy family

Niu Yanli stuffed a fist into it, and even stuffed half of her forearm in, and fiddled with it vigorously, crying and saying, "Husband, bear with it, relax a little, don't be nervous... "

"Relax, it won't be so hard. Hurry up and eat the paper circles, so you don't have to suffer so much. It's okay... It can be digested. At most, I will take you to gastric lavage tomorrow."

"Don't stare at me, don't blame me... My death is worse than yours..."

"Don't bite my arm, or, if Brother Hu still asks me to poke it, I dare not use my hands, so I can only... I can only find a wrench or something, anyway, my hands are soft... ..."

Chen Dahu let go of his hand, and said with a smile: "Why are you standing there? Search them all for me! I don't think this couple will take out the money anytime soon!"

Yang Zhisheng and Niu Yanli did not dare to stop them, they could only watch helplessly with tears in their eyes.

They hoped that the gangsters would not find those banknotes!

Such a powerful person as Chen Dahu, plus Yang Zhisheng and Niu Yanli didn't hide the 3000 million well, of course they found it after three times and five divisions.

Upstairs, the sound of crap and crap kept coming, full of surprises!

Niu Yanli grabbed Yang Zhisheng's arm tightly and asked in horror, "Husband, what should we do now? That's almost 3000 million yuan. God damn it, will he... take all our money?"

Yang Zhisheng was still vomiting half-deadly, but no matter how much he vomited, the circles of paper that had been stuffed down his throat by his dear wife could not come out of the upper mouth.

He said dejectedly, "I don't know what to do!"

Chen Dahu almost jumped down the stairs, looking very happy, holding a lot of banknotes in his arms, and splashing them on the heads of Niu Yanli and Yang Zhisheng.

"Damn! Hahaha... so you got so much money! Come on, tell me, where did the money come from! It's probably 3000 million!" He turned his head and pointed to the stairs.

Those little brothers of his hehehehe carried all the banknotes down.

The banknotes that had been dragged up by the couple with great difficulty before had returned downstairs again.

Niu Yanli had to say that the money was brought back by Xiaoxue, and the purpose was to compensate her family.

Yang Zhisheng followed up and said: "Brother Hu, in this case, I will make the decision for my wife. Originally, the money belongs to her, but I agree with you to take 100 million from this money!"

"Originally you asked for 50, and I will give you an extra 50. This is generous enough."

"Who made us brothers, you really suffered because of me."

When he said this, Chen Dahu laughed out loud.

The other subordinates also raised their heads and laughed, so happy that the ceiling was shaking.

Niu Yanli and Yang Zhisheng could not help but tremble.

Niu Yanli said nervously: "Brother Hu, don't laugh, are you too happy, it's okay, we are all on our own, so I should give you the money."

"Just take 100 million and leave quickly, so as not to... save Xiaoxue from coming back, I disagree after reading it."

Chen Dahu's laughter stopped abruptly.

Pointing at Niu's beautiful nose, he said coldly, "You f*ck are you sending a beggar, right? You got almost 3000 million, and you just threw 100 million to me. Do you know how miserable I and my brothers were that day?"

"They were almost burnt to death, leaving a lifetime of shadows. I guess they won't get better until they die."

Niu Yanli was so frightened that she quickly took several steps back, almost falling to the ground.

She tremblingly said: "But... But Brother Hu, you agreed to ask for 50 yuan, and now we are all giving 100 million yuan, which is twice as much. What else do you want, husband, do you think so?"

Yang Zhisheng nodded again and again: "That's right, Brother Hu, as a human being... I don't think I can be so dishonest as a human being. I can do as much as I say, right?"

Chen Dahu pointed at his nose, and said brazenly: "Why do I only want you 50 yuan? It depends on whether you can't afford it. It depends on your poor family and being burned like this. You need a lot of money!"

"So, I was a bodhisattva at that time, full of compassion, but now that you have so much money, almost 3000 million, of course I want more."

"Both my brothers and I suffered serious physical and psychological traumas. Do you think a few hundred thousand can make up for it?"

Niu Yanli and Yang Zhisheng were about to cry, and said in unison, "Brother Hu, how much do you really want?"

Chen Dahu snapped his fingers, and said with a smile: "You two are fine, but this house burned down a lot, but two or three million is enough to make up for it."

"In this way, I will leave [-]% of the money for you, and I will leave the remaining [-]%."

All of a sudden, Niu Yanli and Yang Zhisheng almost cried.

This damn Chen Dahu's food is too ugly.

Niu Yanli was so angry that she almost rushed towards him, and wanted to fight him hard regardless of life or death.

Originally, I just wanted to keep [-]% for my husband and keep [-]% for myself, but now you keep [-]% for us and keep [-]% for myself. Why?

For her own life, she could only beg bitterly.

Chen Dahu rolled his eyes: "Why are you begging me? You might as well beg that Xiaoxue. She found her man, and she can get back 3000 million for you guys."

"This shows that her family has more money, maybe [-] million or [-] million can't beat it."

"To her, the 3000 million is just a drizzle, so you go with her again."

He snapped his fingers again, pointing at Niu Yanli: "The money I gave you just now is exactly 50, I'll let my subordinates take another 250 million, I'm generous enough, I gave you a full 300 million Woolen cloth."

"90.00% of the people in this world with nine or more will not earn 30 yuan in their lifetime, so you should be content and happy."

That said, it's really annoying.

Niu Yanli and Yang Zhisheng almost burst into tears.

This money is obviously ours, you take all of it, throw back only one-tenth, and still say such things.

Are you trying to piss us off?

Maybe you don't even want to give the 300 million.

Chen Dahu's subordinates counted out another 250 million, and reluctantly threw them on them.

Carrying two huge luggage bags, he was about to go out.

Yang Zhisheng was really not reconciled, he blinked his eyes, and suddenly had a bad idea.

He quickly shouted: "Brother Hu, are you satisfied with earning more than 2000 million? It's only more than 2000 million, don't you want to make more money?"

"I think someone with a bold strategy like you should have more ambition than that!"

Suddenly, Chen Dahu's figure stopped at the door.

He turned around in surprise, scratched the back of his head, and stared at Yang Zhisheng: "What the hell are you trying to say, just say it."