super prodigal

Chapter 64 The host successfully prodigal 4000000
"Hurry up and throw money at you?" The heads of the audience surged, the fluorescent sticks were shining, and the lights on the stage were flickering. Zhang Qiong's aura was absolutely full. These people seemed to have forgotten their original intentions. The feet are also very good, it is necessary to throw money at you!
He grabbed two wads of money from the safe, tore up the paper strips binding the money, and then threw them at the audience friends. The whole field exploded, and the front row and the back row all stretched out their hands to fight fiercely. There was a wave of money in the sky after another, and everyone in the entire performance hall went crazy tonight.

Zhang Qiong has ignited the entire field, those celebrities and the chief planner of the TV camera can only shake their heads helplessly, saying: "The Zhang family is a prodigal son, there will be big news tomorrow!"

There is a huge domestic media team here tonight, and of course there are paparazzi tonight. If the big media blocks the news, those folk paparazzi will also expose this matter.

and so!
Tonight, Zhang Qiong's public distribution of money to the prodigal family must be tomorrow's news, and tomorrow's focus must be Zhang Qiong. What happened tonight will definitely be popular all over the country tomorrow.

Not bad.

When all the money in the two safes had been distributed, there was already chaos on and off the stage.

For money, these people are really desperate to grab it!
Although he had already spent all the money, he still felt that he still wanted more. He thought to himself, if only the armored tanks in the yard were opened up just now, it would be great, that thing can hold more than 1000 million at least!

It's a bit regretful, I only lost 400 million this time, which is really a bit small.

The last 400 yuan of 1 million was lost, and then I turned on the display and glanced at the data.

"The host successfully prodigal 4000000."

Glancing at the red data on the system, he walked down from the noisy stage, found a guest seat at the front and sat down, but lay on the recliner, pointing his fingers while thinking: "There are so many people behind 4 Zero, how much is it?"

He felt that the system was not well designed, so many zeros made it difficult to count.

While everyone was still in a mess to grab money, there were already some civilian reporters carrying cameras and pointing at Zhang Qiong for interviews.

A female reporter with glasses, fluffy brown curly hair and big eyes said into the microphone, "Mr. Zhang, may I interview you today."

Zhang Qiong was thinking about how many zeros appeared in the back of his head. The reporter's nice and clear voice had reached his ears, and he raised his head and said to the female reporter, "That's not right."

"What's the matter? Mr. Zhang." Seeing that Zhang Qiong was deep in thought, the reporter asked a little puzzled.

Not only this female reporter has come over, but also some other small TV reporters. They pointed the microphone at Zhang Qiong's mouth. He looked at the siege in front of him. These people have a question Then I asked a question, and I was really dizzy.

One of the reporters asked: "You have been a prodigal for a long time. This is the first time I have seen your prodigal. You were always low-key before. What is your experience with such a high-profile prodigal this time?" ?”

Zhang Qiong replied simply: "Not enough."

"Well, Mr. Zhang, there is one more thing. I don't know if your father, Mr. Zhang, personally planned this late-night prodigal visit?" I remembered that after hearing this, I really felt that he didn't understand the world of rich people, so I just continued to ask. one question.

He shook his head: "He's not free."

Someone asked again: "You lost so much money at once, what do you think is the greatest significance of losing money to you?"

Zhang Qiong said without any scruples: "Because I am happy."

(End of this chapter)