439: Chapter 428 You Hillbilly 439: Chapter 428 You Hillbilly Li Man’s face turned red as he stared at Song Yun, he really hadn’t expected Song Yun to turn his own words against him and give him a slap in the face, and now, to top it off, his crush was mocking him on the side, damn it, why couldn’t he have the eloquence of Zhuge Liang, always ready to battle with his tongue.
“You little punk, don’t get cocky, having a sharp tongue isn’t anything impressive.
Right now, those who talk well are usually the ones who die the quickest.
Those in sales, no matter how slick they talk, in the end, aren’t they still working for someone else, struggling even to pay the rent daily?
I see your future life not being any different.”
“Look at you, we are discussing how much money you are going to pay me, how did you suddenly shift to talking about sales?” Song Yun said with a bitter smile.
“Are you going to pay or not, really, can’t a rich heir like you afford to pay even this small amount?
Or is it that you only get a few hundred for your monthly allowance?”
“You’re talking nonsense, I have plenty of money each month.”
“Then why won’t you pay?
Really, this amount might still be up to debate, even kindergarteners think five yuan is a lot, are you telling me you only get five yuan a month too?” Song Yun sarcastically queried, directly comparing someone to a kindergartener, which was quite a blow.
“Bullshit, I’m not a small child, I get hundreds of thousands of pocket money each month, and I can earn my own money too,” Li Man bellowed angrily, this bastard daring to call him a child was something he couldn’t stand.
“Look, you still say you aren’t a small child, which adult still asks their family for pocket money?” Song Yun sighed and said, “I see that’s all you’re capable of, you can leave now, my clothes don’t need compensation from a small child.”
“Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, I’ve said several times now, I’m not a small child.” Li Man was almost exploding with rage, swiftly scribbled a couple of zeros on a cheque and threw it to Song Yun saying, “Here, this is one million, take the money and scram.
You look like someone who’s never seen money before; you should know that our circle isn’t for everyone.”
Li Man’s calculations were actually quite clever; by getting rid of this bastard, he believed that with his smooth talk, he would definitely be able to take Li Shishi out on a date.
And the cheque, he would find people in the underworld to help get it back, killing two birds with one stone was indeed rare.
However, Song Yun had been assisting the injured just before this, and Li Man hadn’t been around then; otherwise, he surely wouldn’t have acted this way.
At that time Song Yun had already made it clear he was the boss, sending money Song Yun’s way now would be stupider than a fool.
But there is no medicine for regret in the world, the Song Yun in his heart was still the same little hoodlum who held a bun in his hand, drank cold boiled water, and ate some Lao Gan Ma to celebrate New Year.
“What I said was a few million, not one million.
Are you deaf?” Song Yun did not pick up the cheque that fell on the ground.
“If you don’t want to pay me a few million, go pick up the clothes.”
“Impossible, punk I’m telling you, how much is that piece of clothing worth, a cheap item, and I’m already giving you so much money, yet you’re still not satisfied, be careful that you don’t choke yourself to death,” Li Man said with a cold laugh, this Little Insect really can jump high, he’s just playing hard to get in front of Li Shishi, but deep inside he must be thrilled.
Regarding the mentality of such a minor character, Li Man knew better than anyone; his words just now were meant to give Song Yun an excuse to leave quickly and stop interfering with his chance to charm the lady.
Song Yun scoffed at this, his outfit wasn’t something that could be easily bought with money; indeed, the clothes weren’t any international brand, but Mr.
Song had someone send them to him.
The designer of this piece of clothing is an old man often personally used by Mr.
Song, besides making clothes for Mr.
Song; this old man hadn’t made a single piece of clothing for anyone else in his lifetime, so in Yanjing’s upper circles, there’s a saying that even if the old man made just a pair of underwear, they’d be willing to spend five million to buy it.
So this piece of clothing was a symbol of status, not something that could be valued at one million yuan.
Plus, if a pair of underwear could sell for five million, this was a shirt, requiring several times more material, it should sell for tens of millions.
But Li Man, the bumpkin, didn’t know the value of this piece of clothing, to him, that blood-stained garment was just a roadside stall item, perhaps originally costing only a few tens of yuan.
“Quickly take the money and scram, still standing here dazed,” Li Man urged impatiently.
“You probably haven’t seen this much money in your life, rest assured, Li Man’s integrity is rock solid, just take this cheque to the bank and they’ll cash it immediately.”
“I don’t want to hear your nonsense, pick up the clothes for me,” Song Yun pointed at the shirt on the ground.
“You might not know the value of this shirt, but I do; in my eyes, you are the real bumpkin.”
“Song Yun, don’t tell me that shirt on the ground is the one,” Li Shishi gasped, covering her mouth in shock as she hadn’t really noticed Song Yun’s shirt before, and realizing from Song Yun’s expression, it could be the one Mr.
Song had arranged to be sent.
Jokingly, if it really was that shirt, forget one million, even ten million would have people clamoring for it.
“Yes.” Song Yun nodded and said, “Bumpkin, pick up my shirt.”
“Li Shishi, look how barbaric this person is, let’s ignore him, I’ve already reserved a spot at the French Restaurant; let’s go have a meal,” Li Man said, ignoring Song Yun’s words and tried to grab Li Shishi’s arm.
Li Shishi brushed off Li Man’s hand, chuckled dryly, and said, “In honor of our days as classmates, I still advise you to pick that shirt up.”
“It’s just a rag; what’s it worth?
I don’t believe by not picking it up, this punk could kill me,” Li Man dismissed with a laugh.
“Sigh, you bumpkin,” Song Yun sighed, then made a circle with his thumb and forefinger, brought them to his lips, and blew a whistle.
Immediately, seven or eight Disciples rushed in and bowed to Song Yun shouting, “Brother Song.”
“This punk just insulted me many times, though I’ve already lost count of how many times,” Song Yun waved his hand and said.
“Li Man, don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you have a few spare coins.
Today I’m just not pleased with you; you just fend for yourself.”
Having the Disciples slap Li Man wasn’t because of a piece of clothing или he had insulted him earlier, but because Song Yun had finally found an excuse to beat up this punk.