Chapter 191: The God-level Spoiled Brat

'A deal worth one million? Are you talking about that ridiculous company with only 200,000 in sales a month? I'm sorry, I don't see any connection between the two.

' Barber said this, but his hand pointing to the door slowly lowered.

Zhou Ming sensitively picked up on this signal, so he continued, 'Yes, it's a deal for one million. If possible, I don't mind upgrading this one million to two million, three million, or even five million, ten million. You say Jacko's monthly turnover is only 200,000, I don't deny that, but what I want to say is that was the past, now that I'm here in this company, it's different.'

'What's the difference? Are you trying to tell me that you're rich and you're willing to spend your own money on this company?' Barber asked meaningfully.

Zhou Ming asked Barber in return, 'Are you saying that I'm being a bit of a spendthrift? But what I want to say is that I am happy to be a spendthrift. I am happy to spend my money everywhere. In order to achieve my goals, it doesn't matter if I spend hundreds of millions. How is my being a spendthrift related to you in the slightest? And more importantly, I have the means to make so much money. If I don't waste, how else can I spend so much?'

At the end, Zhou Ming smiled at Barber and said, 'It's you, Mr. Barber, who seems to have never seen a prodigal son like me before, right?'

Bob's face flushed with anger at Zhou Ming's mocking. 'Just because you call yourself a prodigal son, does that make you one?'

Facing Bob's questioning, Zhou Ming casually smiled. He snapped his fingers and, without saying a word, handed Zhou Ming a bag he was carrying. Zhou Zhou Ming held it in front of Barber and said, 'There is 300,000 yuan in cash in here. Don't ask me why I only put 300,000 yuan in, because the capacity of this backpack is limited, so it can only hold this much.'

'What do you want to do?' Barber asked with a furrowed brow. He suddenly had a very bad feeling in his heart.

'You don't believe I'm a spendthrift, do you? I feel I'd be letting myself down if I didn't try to outdo you.'

Zhou Ming walked up to the platform and shouted to the employees of the various companies that were setting up the exhibition hall nearby and the hired workers, he shouted, 'People over there, listen up, there's money here. If you want it, come and take it!'

After shouting the first sentence, Zhou Ming immediately reached into his backpack and grabbed a handful of banknotes. He tore off the banknote paper and casually flung them into the air. The workers below looked up in shock after hearing Zhou Zhou Ming's words, they all looked up in amazement and saw that the colourful banknotes were slowly falling like snowflakes in the sky, and some of them were able to catch them with their hands.

'This is money, this is really money!' the workers exclaimed in excitement after catching the money.

After confirming that the money Zhou Ming had thrown down was real, the workers began to bend down and go into a frenzy of money-gathering mode. The other workers who were far away from the high platform saw this situation and all rushed over as quickly as they could. Like marching ants, they finished grabbing the banknotes on the ground and then looked up at Zhou Ming, waiting for him to start scattering the money again.

Facing the pairs of hopeful eyes below, Zhou Ming shouted, 'I'll tell you, I'm the god-level spendthrift. I'm very happy today, so I'll just throw money at you. Worship me to your heart's content, you slaves of banknotes, and scum of the United States!'

After saying this, Zhou Ming took out several wads of money from his bag and threw them out. As the colourful banknotes floated down, the people below were like beggars who had been starving for a month and were just waiting for a handout . They scrambled for the money, cursing each other and praising Zhou Ming at the same time: 'Generous Father, your appearance is definitely was the will of God. I want to be your faithful servant, kissing your feet every day. I only ask one thing of you: keep giving us money, we need more banknotes!'

'Go fight and rob as much as you like, whoever grabs the money first gets it!'

Zhou Ming was scattering money vigorously, while also handing a few bundles of money to Cheng Qian next to him and saying, 'Don't just stand there, let's scatter money together. This is how the God-level spendthrift plays.'

At ming's persuasion, Cheng Qian took the banknote and followed Zhou Ming's example by scattering it downwards. Soon, Zhou Ming's bag was half empty. At this time, Zhou Ming saw that there were many women down there and the men simply couldn't compete, so Zhou Ming went to the other side of the platform, and said to the women, 'Girls down there, take off your clothes and show me your big boobs. If I'm satisfied, I'll give you more money!'

The women women were originally unable to compete with the men due to physical strength issues, and were getting anxious. Now, suddenly hearing Zhou Ming say this, they felt as if they had heard the voice of God. One by one, they jumped up happily, and in the in the crazed atmosphere of scrambling for money, they took off their tops without hesitation, and those who were more open even took off their underwear, right in front of so many men.

'You are all honest honest girls, then American women, I'll give you this money!'

After saying this, Zhou Ming directly threw the backpack he had filled with money in front of the women, and then he saw women of all skin colours rushing towards the backpack naked, desperate to grab the money.

'This is really scene of forbidden 18, I didn't expect 300,000 to be able to do it. It seems that the ancients did not deceive me, and it is really the case that money can make the devil push the mill!

Zhou Ming sighed, and then looked back at Cheng Qian and Barber. They were both completely stunned and unable to speak.

'What do you think? Mr. Barber, what do you think of my way of losing money?' Zhou Ming asked.

Barber was still too shocked by the scene of people grabbing money in front of him to speak, and just blankly asked, 'So...is it really 300,000?'

Zhou Ming laughed: Do you think it's fake? Or do you think that if I just pull out a bunch of blank papers, these people will go crazy and start fighting over them? Especially those naked women.'

'But what was your goal in throwing away 300,000 yuan like that?' Barber asked again.

'Of course it was to to prove that I'm a god-level spendthrift, didn't I just say that?' Zhou Ming answered with a pretence of surprise.

Barber had recovered a little from the sight of this money-grabbing scene, but when he heard Zhou Ming's answer, his mind immediately crashed again.

Bob has lived for more than plus years, not to mention being used to seeing the world change, but also being well-travelled, yet he had never heard of someone like Zhou Ming before. The kind of prodigal son he had met or even heard of before would only buy some sports car, play with some celebrity women or simply take drugs and mess up parties. Where has he heard of someone who just throws money away when they don't agree? This is taking money lightly.

And if there is a little justification, it's fine, but he just wants to prove that he is a god-level spendthrift? Is this considered a justification ? There seems to be no need to prove this poor reputation.

But it's not Barber's fault. After all, the people he has seen so far are not really spendthrifts. They can spend money, but their assets are only worth a few million at most. Many of them still have their own businesses. Many people's money is tied up in assets, so it would still be very painful for them to lose 300,000 yuan all at once.

Therefore, they can only do something else. But Zhou Ming is different Zhou Ming is different. Apart from anything else, just the trip to Northern Russia netted him 10 quadrillion from the collapse of the former Soviet Union's DOTA project. Although most of these assets are in the form of assets and have to be shared with the financial oligarchs in Northern Russia, he was still able to get a few hundred billion yuan into his hands, and 300,000 yuan is just like a penny in the ordinary person's monthly salary, so naturally he won't feel any pain. Not to mention that Zhou Ming still has a purpose.

'Over there, they are criminals here to cause trouble, get them out of here!'

There was a sudden shout . Turning around, he saw that it was the white manager he had met at the door. Behind him were a dozen security guards in uniform, coming over with a menacing air, clearly intent on settling the score at the door.

'I really wanted to lose a little money to the Fotex Technology Exhibition, but it seems that there is no chance now,' Zhou Ming said helplessly.

Barber immediately understood what was going on, so he immediately shouted at the white manager over there, 'Get the hell back there! This is my important customer!'

Barber's words made all the security guards stop. They looked at Barber in disbelief, while Zhou Ming waved his hand at them and said, 'Go back, you won't get your revenge.'

Zhou Ming's words were like a slap in the face, leaving him with a burning sensation. However, with Barber's words, he was completely helpless against Zhou Ming and could only swallow his anger and retreat.

After the white manager left, Barber turned back to Zhou Ming and said, 'Okay, I believe you are a god-level prodigal son, so how much budget do you plan to let Jacko Company join temporarily?'

Zhou Ming held up one finger: 'I just promised a million.'

Barber shook his head and said, 'That's impossible. You know that our Forte Tech Show is very important, and we want to make the show a brand. So we pay great attention to the capabilities. Even if an exhibitor is not strong enough, we will help them make up for it. I think this alone is no easy feat.'

Zhou Ming smiled and added two fingers: 'I understand, so 3 million it is.'

Bob raised an and said, 'Mr. Zhou Ming is indeed straightforward. However, three million is still not enough. After all, you are requesting to participate in the exhibition on a temporary basis, and this is on the premise that we have already arranged the venue. This way...'

Before Barber could finish his sentence finish, Zhou Ming changed his fingers into five and said, '5 million.'

'5 million is a very large number, but for a large company like Apple, the exhibition fees they pay are very high. If you can also come up with valuable technological products like they do, I think this price is very reasonable,' said Barber.

Zhou Ming's fingers into one: '10 million.'

Barber let out a gasp of air. He was almost ready to agree, but in the end he said, 'It would be perfect if you could add a little more!'

'So that's it ? Forget it, then. I like to spend money, but I don't like your insatiable attitude.'

With these words, Zhou Ming and Cheng Qian turned to leave, but Barber immediately stopped him: '10 million, just as you said...'

But before Barber could finish, Zhou Ming interrupted him: '8 million, okay or not, it's fine.'

This answer made Barber Bob had a bit of blood spitting. He had originally thought that Zhou Ming was really a big head and wanted to make a bit more profit. He had never expected that he would be so headstrong and even reduce the price a bit. This really made him feel like dying. He hated himself and wanted to slap himself. If he had known, he would have agreed to ten million. What did he want to make a bit more? As a result, there was two million. What a stupid pig!

As he berated himself inwardly, Barber nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and replied to Zhou Ming, 'No problem, 8 million it is!'

Zhou Ming happily shook shaking hands with Barber, 'Deal, I'm very happy to join Forte Tech to exhibit together!'

After a moment, Zhou Ming said, 'By the way, the 300,000 I just threw was actually for you, Mr. Barber, but since you didn't believe me, I had to prove it this way.'

Hearing this, Barber heard the sound of his own heart breaking, and almost coughed up a mouthful of old blood.