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Chapter 192

After being embarrassed and embarrassed, Huang Jingyao smiled and said, "Yes, I still have 200,000 to 300,000 now. I will give you 100,000 first. My brother's house prices are expensive, and this is not a matter of one day or two."

He bought a house in July, and it was early July, and tomorrow was October 1. During this period, he lived in the dormitory with Tan Weiming, and the new house was being renovated. It has been almost the same now because it was a decoration team that Yang Xuekun found for him. The price is not expensive, and all kinds of materials are very good, and the layout is also well arranged. It is only 70,000 to 80,000 yuan. He has paid the other party this money.

In addition, he lent Huang Mingjie 100,000, so he still has 250,000 or 60,000.

He originally planned to buy furniture and a car, and he would pick up the car tomorrow. He had this plan a long time ago. He also looked at a lot of more in the past. Two weeks ago, he took advantage of the weekend to place an order at a 4S store in the city and bought a Buick sedan like Huang Mingjie, but the model was better than his one, and he paid it for about 150,000 yuan.

"There is no need to do so much. I'll just take you 20,000 or 30,000 yuan first. It's mainly because of the big city over there, and it's more expensive to rent a better house. Your brother still lives in one bedroom and one living room, and it costs two or three thousand a month to go up to more than ten floors. It's mainly because he said that the location is OK, but it's not too far. It's not enough for them to live there now. It's definitely not a month or two for them to change a better house. But putting aside the rented house, the other expenses are not too much." Huang Weibing waved his hands repeatedly after hearing this.

"Give it more to you, and I can't finish it, and I'll say something else." Huang Jingyao waved his hand like a little, but when he was talking about this topic with his father, other ideas also arose in his mind.

After receiving the award for the college entrance examination, he had a lot of wealth, which solved a lot of personal problems at once. However, he did not expect to improve the living environment for his parents at the time. It was a big negligence. Now he would not regret the money, but is this money enough?

Whether it is enough or not, he must plan more for longer-term things.

"Can you use literary talent to influence your father's fortune?"

This thought came to my mind. Huang Jingyao became more and more motivated the more he thought about it. The literary energy affected his fortune and was divided into two items: losing money and establishing wealth. He had only tried losing money before, and that time he used the second-class financial loss to waste his fortune. He used 4,500 literary energy at a time, which made the guy lose tens of millions of dollars.

Even if it is more difficult to break than to establish a new foundation, the second-class fortune is smooth, and it only takes 45,000 yuan to build wealth.

Huang Jingyao still has a lot of things in his hands now. He has more than 100,000 literary talent in the first month of the exam, and used more than 7,000 to increase the talent of more than 100 students in six subjects. After the monthly exam, the students will give out three times the reward.

He has already had 120,000 yuan in his hand.

Huang Jingyao didn't know what would happen if he used these literary spirits to affect his father's fortune and how much wealth would bring to his father, but with their current situation, it was still very necessary to use it.

He did what he thought of, and while clinking and laughing with his father, Huang Jingyao gave orders to the fairy treasure in his body. Under the order, Huang Weibing clearly saw the literary spirit in his body, like a group of running golden stars. He roared overwhelmed his father.

Forty-five thousand literary spirits, the scene was spectacular when used at one time, which made him slightly lose his mind.

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The next morning, Huang Jingyao drove out to withdraw money. He first transferred 100,000 yuan to his mother's bank card and withdrew 100,000 yuan before he drove home.

However, when he got home, he found that his father was not at home. Only his mother was there, and Huang Jingyao was looking forward to it.

Judging by the way Zhang Luming's fortune last time affected Zhang Luming, the luck that influenced his father last night should have effect today? He was also very curious about how this influence of wealth-making works.

But even though he was curious, Huang Jingyao knew that this kind of thing should not be rushed, so he just waited at home for lunch in the morning and lunch time.

It was waiting until two o'clock in the afternoon that his father returned home with a drunk look on his face. When Huang Jingyao and his mother just picked him up at the door, Huang Weibing couldn't help laughing.

"Hey, I was talking about getting some money from Jingyao last night. I didn't expect to get rich today. Look."

As he laughed, Huang Weibing handed Li Xiulan a paper bag in his right hand. When Li Xiulan opened it, he was shocked, "What's going on, so much money?"

Huang Jingyao also looked sideways and found that there were three bundles of 100 yuan bills in the paper bag. He could roughly tell based on the thickness. This should be ten thousand yuan per bundle, three bundles of 30,000 yuan?

But only 30,000? Last time he affected Zhang Luming's luck, in just one or two months, the eldest son almost went bankrupt and lost tens of millions.

"I said to Lao Huang, what's going on with you? Why did you suddenly have so much more money?" When Huang Jingyao was slightly disappointed, Li Xiulan also exclaimed.

Huang Weibing laughed and said, "Actually, I'm still in a daze. I'm having dinner with a few teachers in our school at noon. I drank too much during the meal and went to find the toilet. As a result, someone happened to come out when I passed by a private room. I accidentally bumped into someone and even got a porcelain bottle in the man's arms knocked off and broke. I thought I was causing trouble. Then, the man squatted down and checked some of the fragments, and confirmed that the porcelain was fake, haha~"

"Later he said that he almost bought a fake. If he really bought a fake, it would be nothing to lose hundreds of thousands of yuan, but his face would definitely be lost in front of his friends. Then, in order to thank me, I had to give me the money. I couldn't help but push it several times. The other side put the money in my arms and drove away. I couldn't even catch up. Until now, I don't know who those people are. I only know that they are well-dressed and the car is also great, and they are driving Mercedes-Benz."

When Huang Weibing said something excited and embarrassed, Li Xiulan was stunned by these words.

After all, this is incredible. When I was drinking too much during the meal, I smashed the porcelain in my hands. No matter how I looked at it, it seemed like I was causing trouble. However, Huang Weibing received 30,000 yuan as a thank-you gift.

This was simply fake, but the 30,000 yuan in the paper bag in her hand was a real hundred-dollar bill.

Huang Jingyao was slightly surprised. Even though he knew that this should be the result of literary influence, this method?

"Old Huang, how can I get such money?" Huang Jingyao was stunned, and Li Xiulan spoke again. Although she could see that there was a clear intention in her eyes, the 30,000 yuan was really not a small amount of money for a family like theirs, she still spoke decisively.

Huang Weibing also smiled bitterly, "I want to give it back to the other party, but they have left. Judging from the license plate, they are not from our city. I don't know who is there."

As soon as Huang Weibing finished speaking, a van suddenly drove up at the door of the Huang family. The van suddenly braked suddenly, and then three or four young men jumped out of the car.

A young man who got out of the driver's seat looked at Huang Weibing and was furious, "It's this old guy, damn it, call me." Welcome)
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