Senior sister, please stop crying. I am really not a scumbag.

Chapter 182 How much money do you need to marry my daughter?
However, there is no need to find a pistol for self-defense. Anyway, if I go to Wei Zijin's father, I will be like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth and will be worried all day long. It is better to be brave.

Although this might be a bit rash.

The next morning, Yang Hao woke up and saw a message from Wei Zijin, saying that she was ready and asked Yang Hao when to pick her up. She seemed very happy. She was not as reserved as her name suggested. Yang Hao replied and drove to Sinju University. As soon as he arrived at Dongdaemun, he saw a familiar figure. It was Wei Zijin.

She was dressed up today, looking cute and decent. After Yang Hao parked the car, she sat in the passenger seat skillfully. "Brother Yang, turn on the navigation and locate Zijiang Mountain."

"Wei Zijin, should I bring some gifts for your father? Tea? Liquor?" Yang Hao wondered if it would be bad if he went empty-handed.

"Oh, Brother Yang, that's not necessary. My dad doesn't need those things. You can just come with me. Giving gifts is so awkward."

Yang Hao: “…”

But in the end, Yang Hao decided to take some gifts.

Otherwise, you definitely can't go empty-handed.

Yaozishe runs a tobacco and alcohol shop. Instead of letting outsiders make the money, it is better to let the locals make it.

This is the horror of the underworld. If it hadn't been for that severe crackdown, well... the only difference between the underworld and legitimate businessmen lies in two words, and that is "monopoly."

When the Yaozi Society was at its most powerful, it controlled almost 30% of Xinzhou's entertainment industry. It also had involvement in factories and even wanted to get involved in real estate. However, in the end, a severe crackdown destroyed its former glory in an instant.

Just imagine, if there had not been that severe crackdown, to what scale would the Yaozi Society have grown to today?
Once something is monopolized, it is a terrible thing. Just imagine that workers work in a factory, which is owned by the Yaozi Society. When they earn money, they spend it and go to entertainment venues, which are also owned by the Yaozi Society. They save money to buy a house, which is developed by the Yaozi Society...

Yang Hao and Wei Zijin came to a tobacco and liquor store. As soon as they entered, they budgeted 2 yuan and bought a tube of tea, two packs of cigarettes and two bottles of wine. Fearing that the boss would cheat them, Yang Hao revealed his identity directly. When the boss learned that he was Boss Yang, he immediately put away the fake goods and gave them the real ones.

"That's all, isn't it too shabby?" Yang Hao asked.

Damn, why does it feel like meeting my father-in-law?

Wei Zijin smiled sweetly: "It's not shabby, Brother Yang, I've already told you that you can come with me even if you don't bring a gift, what are you afraid of? It's my dad who's treating you, not you treating my dad."

"alright."

Zijiang Mountain is the largest villa complex in Xinzhou City. It is located in the suburbs of Xinzhou City, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and all the villas here are single-family villas.

Zijiang Mountain is surrounded by a huge artificial lake. The mountain is covered with dense forests and has a very beautiful environment. There are asphalt roads and it can be said to be a real paradise. There are only 13 villas here, and each one is sold at a sky-high price. Wei Zijin's father is indeed powerful. When Dinghong Group entered Xinzhou, his father arranged a villa here for his retirement, which can be said to be a real enjoyment.

As you go deeper along the road, there is a checkpoint ahead, and the front section is a private road.

After the security guard verified the identity, he opened the gate and started letting people in.

"Your father is really rich. How much money does this cost? I'm afraid it will take at least 100 or 200 million." Yang Hao sighed. It's really good to be damn rich.

Wei Zijin smiled and said, "Brother Yang, didn't I tell you that my father has 40 billion? If you marry me, all my father's money will be yours."

She knew Yang Hao liked money.

But that's not a problem.

What she was afraid of was not that Yang Hao liked money, but that Yang Hao didn't like her.

"Okay, let's stop talking about this. Even if I really want to marry you for money, will your father agree?" Yang Hao also said jokingly.

Wei Zijin became anxious and tried to argue with Yang Hao.

Soon, we arrived at the door of Villa No. 9.

Dinghong Group is indeed a powerful capital from other provinces. It is really rich. There are many security personnel and patrols can be seen everywhere. After Yang Hao parked the car, Manager Wang came over and opened the car door for Wei Zijin.

There are so many luxury cars here that Yang Hao's broken Volkswagen looks very shabby.

"Uncle Wang, where is my father?" "The master is inside."

"Brother Yang, follow me." Wei Zijin took Yang Hao's hand and led the way.

After entering the villa, Yang Hao, a country bumpkin, was finally dazzled by the magnificent hall, the high-hanging crystal chandeliers, the famous paintings on the walls, and the servants who were busy coming and going.

Wei Zijin asked Yang Hao to sit on the sofa for a while, and she skipped upstairs.

Yang Hao lowered his head and touched the sofa. It was made of real leather and was so damn soft. It was so damn comfortable to lie on it.

Look at that ashtray again, it’s shining with gold and is inlaid with all kinds of gems, agate, jade, diamonds, gold... wow, how fucking rich.

In comparison, although the big brother of Yaozi Society is also rich, he can only be regarded as a nouveau riche.

Compared to this villa, Brother Jiu’s villa can only be considered a thatched hut.

Not long after, a middle-aged man in casual clothes and with a big belly walked down the stairs with Wei Zijin's arm around his. Yang Hao stood up subconsciously, thinking that this man should be the president of Dinghong Group, Wei Zijin's father, Wei Donglai?

"Dad, he is Brother Yang. I was kidnapped last time, all thanks to him." Wei Zijin pulled the fat man to sit down and explained to him.

"Hello, Mr. Wei." Yang Hao stood up and greeted him. He subconsciously wanted to offer a cigarette, but he couldn't afford one.

Wei Donglai looked at Yang Hao with a smile, "Heroes emerge from youth, Yang Hao, I have heard of you, and it was thanks to you that Zijin's incident happened last week."

"Mr. Wei, you're too polite. Zijin and I are friends."

"Zijin, I have something to say to this classmate Yang. Please go upstairs and keep your third mother company."

Wei Zijin was a little reluctant, but it was not easy to disobey his father, "Oh oh."

After Wei Zijin left, Wei Donglai waved his hand and Manager Wang handed him a fat cigar. Wei Donglai stared at Yang Hao and said with a smile: "Are you my daughter's boyfriend?"

Yang Hao shook his head: "Just friends."

"You don't like my daughter?"

"No."

Yang Hao thought to himself that Wei Donglai would not want to act out the plot from a stupid TV show, where he would take out a check and ask him to write as much money as he wanted and ask him to leave his daughter.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Wei Donglai really took out a checkbook from his pocket, took out a pen, and threw it to Yang Hao.

Yang Hao was stunned: "..."

No way, television doesn’t come from life, right?
Wei Donglai said calmly: "How much money do you need to marry my daughter? Fill it in yourself?"

Yang Hao: “???”

No, what happened?
Why don't you follow the routine?

Others asked how much money it would take to leave my daughter, but Wei Donglai was different. He actually asked how much money it would take to marry his daughter?

Is there such a good thing?

"Boss Wei, Zijin and I are really just friends. Besides, I'm not short of money."

Wei Donglai took a puff of his cigar, exhaled a large puff of smoke, and said disdainfully: "You call that money?"

(End of this chapter)