Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 790 - 799: Calling My Man Poor?

Mo Xing simply couldn't stand the likes of Liu Wan, ranting every day about going abroad to be some lowly grandchild. Don't you know that's a disgrace to your ancestors?

Once abroad, when something happens, you still have to shamelessly run back, crying injustice - what kind of bullshit logic is that?

Mo Xing's words instantly stunned both Li Minghao and Liu Wan. Neither had expected him to curse them out directly.

Hey, you Lai Hao is also supposed to be some bigshot, right? How can you lack manners like that? Is your head messed up? We're all supposed to be high-society people.

"Friend, we are all high-society people here, can't you be a little more polite?"

No sooner had Li Minghao finished speaking than Mo Xing waved his hand dismissively, "Go to your mother's, who the hell is in high society with you."

"You claim to be high-society, but all you do are low-society deeds. Isn't that embarrassing?"

"Always doing bad things, thinking of ways to hide them from gods and ghosts, let alone people, and then making a fuss about any good deeds so the spirits and heavens will notice. People like you, seriously make it hard for the gods."

A few words from Mo Xing turned Li Minghao's face green with anger. Damn it. Since he became the CEO of the Huaxia region, when had he ever encountered something like this?

"I'm telling you! Watch your mouth, curse at me again, and I will lodge a strong protest with your Huaxia side!"

Right after Li Minghao finished talking, Mo Xing sneered: "Protest? Protest your sister."

"All day with this nonsense. Get lost, who are you trying to impress here with that lousy bottle? Do you believe that I could sell this bottle of wine in my hand for a million? Do you believe it?"

Mo Xing said scornfully, "Brandishing a bottle of water specially made to sell to idiots, what are you showing off, your oxygen-deprived brain or your love-deprived cerebellum?"

Ye Wudao and Ye Ling exchanged glances, tsk tsk, this guy is quite the talker now, seems like he's been well trained by Ye Ling.

This tongue-lashing left Li Minghao and Liu Wan trembling with rage, their eyes even turning green. Damn it, this was too much to bear, far too much!

"Mo Xing! I'm telling you, your status isn't capital to show off your martial prowess. Do you have money, do you dare to spend it!"

"You're just green with envy, I'll tell you, you're just jealous."

Liu Wan said through gritted teeth. Beside her, Ye Ling let out a deep sigh, "I say you two, have some shame, can't you see we're quite fed up with you?"

"Liu Wan, is it?"

"If you admire those Korean sticks so much, just go follow them. Go home and enjoy your adoration, why make a scene here, why show off your fortune?"

"Hurry back, embrace your ancestors' tablet, and announce to the world organization that your ancestors were also Korean sticks. Wouldn't that conveniently twist whatever bit of heritage you have?"

With a snort, Liu Wan nearly spewed a mouthful of old blood, her face pale. This guy's mouth was just too venomous, those were critical hits with maximum damage.

"You bastard! Who do you think you are, a poor ghost, what right do you have to speak here!"

Liu Wan said angrily, while Li Minghao also roared, "Yeah, a poor ghost. Can you earn as much money in a year as the price of this bottle of water?"

"I'm telling you, people like you have no money but still try to act tough. How about this, kneel down to me, and I'll give you a hundred thousand, how's that? Rest assured, I will do as I say."

Li Minghao thought he had grasped a fatal weakness of Ye Ling and yelled eagerly.

Ye Wudao and Mo Xing were both stupefied. Geez, are you two brain-dead? Always at home eating stupid pills with idiot water, got cataracts of poverty?

You could say anyone in this world is poor, but to say Ye Ling is poor? Haha, take that with a funny emoji and slide away.

"Tsk, tsk, do you know who he is? Calling him poor? Haha, that's hilarious!"

Mo Xing was just about to reveal Ye Ling's background, ready to give these two bastards a good scare when, at that moment, an exquisitely beautiful woman walked straight up to Ye Ling.

"Calling my man poor, huh, you're really quite something."

Her words were cold, and Ye Ling was stunned, turning to look at the woman beside him—Liu Zitong!

The woman he had a one-night stand with back in Baizhai, tsk tsk, what a coincidence that she showed up again.

Both Mo Xing and Ye Wudao were taken aback. Man, what's happening today? It's all about schemes, nothing but schemes. The city's schemes run deep; I want to go back to the countryside.

"President Liu! He's your man?"

As Liu Wan was about to speak, Li Minghao's face turned ugly as he uttered these words, causing everyone, including Ye Ling, to be stunned.

President Liu?

In this society, there are countless 'directors' and 'managers,' but when the President of Seven Stars' Huaxia division uses 'President,' that's a real big shot.

"What's the matter, President Li, are you implying that my BenSe Group is just a bunch of paupers in your eyes?"

Liu Zitong let out a cold laugh, prompting Ye Ling and the others to be amused. Good lord, the BenSe Group, a behemoth with assets worth tens of billions, famously renowned across Huaxia.

Ye Wudao and Mo Xing looked directly at Ye Ling with sharp expressions. Come on, spill it, how did you hook up with the president of BenSe Group?

"President Liu, I haven't heard about such a man in your life, and besides, BenSe Group isn't solely yours. Moreover, this man here can't possibly be some kept gigolo of yours, right?"

Having recovered from the initial shock, Li Minghao slowly made this remark, which really infuriated Liu Zitong, making her grind her teeth.

Saying such a thing was quite disrespectful, but Ye Ling couldn't help but be amused on the side. A gigolo? Heh, in this life, he had quite a profound connection with the term 'gigolo.'

"I feel like you talk too much, Seven Stars Group, right?"

Ye Ling stepped forward. Liu Zitong was taken aback, not expecting Ye Ling to step up in front of her—it required a lot of courage.

"What about it? The world-renowned group, the giant of the communication industry."

Li Minghao said with pride, while Ye Ling, impatiently rolling his eyes, replied, "Giant my ass, I'm just wondering why you're so confident."

Having said that, Ye Ling made a phone call. The content of the call was simple: within ten minutes, make Seven Stars Group take a hit.

Hearing these words, Li Minghao burst into laughter, and Liu Wan could not help but double over with laughter; even Liu Zitong found it somewhat unbelievable, looking at Ye Ling in surprise.

Make Seven Stars Group take a hit?

What a joke.

After all, the only way to make Seven Stars Group take a hit now was through the stock market in Mi Country, but could Ye Ling manipulate the stock market? Did he have that kind of capital?

Ye Ling, however, paid no mind to their laughter, simply shrugged his shoulders, "Don't worry, you'll see in less than ten minutes."

"But we should discuss something else now. A moment ago, you said that if I kneel, you'll give me a hundred thousand?"