Chapter 411: Team up to abuse

Ji Mianmian immediately sent it to the POS machine, "Sister."
At the time, Yan Qingsi stopped on the way to buy a POS machine. Ji Mianmian also wondered why she bought this thing? They did n’t open a shop. What do they want?
Now everything is understood, Ji Mianmian is clear, my goddess is a ‘handsome’ capitalized bold!
Smashing, Yan Qingsi dropped the POS machine on the table, "Mrs. He Lan, please."
Mrs. He Lan clenched her fists. She thought that only Mrs. Yue was here. Everyone in their aristocratic circles knew how many Mrs. Yue ’s cards were. They privately gave Mrs. Yue a nickname, called
distribution
bucket. "child……
That 'barrel' is the barrel of the rice barrel.
Mrs. He Lan was thinking that Mrs. Yue's fat sheep would take the initiative to come to slaughter. She had no reason to refuse. Last time Mrs. Yang could win a total of 2.5 million, which is not a small sum.
Last time Mrs. He Lan regretted not being able to participate. This time she had the opportunity to say nothing.
However, it was unexpected that Madam Yue had brought the Yan Qingsi this time.
What's more, Yan Qingsi's number of segments turned out to be so high, they won the scalp with a win.
When he came this time, Mrs. He Lan was thinking about Mrs. Wing's money, so she took a bag from Hermès because it was big enough to hold a lot of money.
But now it's time to swipe the card.
Mrs. He Lan looked at the POS machine in front of her and couldn't wait to smash that thing into Yan Qingsi's face, but so many people around her looked at it. This is still the place where Yue listens to the wind. How dare she?
Yan Qingsi patted the table: "Why is Mrs. He Lan's face embarrassed, haven't you always said that your big family in He Lan is a celebrity? It's only 30,000 yuan, so you want to hang on?"
Mrs. He Lan gritted her teeth and stared at Yan Qingsi.
Yan Qingsi said with a smile: "You don't want to take money, it is not impossible, as long as you report in the newspaper tomorrow, your He Lan family is a poor man who can't afford to lose even 30,000 yuan. I will let you waive the bill. Why? kind?"
The ladies present all bowed their heads. For 30,000 yuan, they reported that their family was poor. This kind of thing was more shameful than humiliation. Although they lost a little bit of pain, they did n’t pay for it. Can't afford it.
Mrs. He Lan clenched her hands. "Sorry, I really don't have any cash, and I'm in a hurry today and forgot to bring my credit card. Why not ... let me give you an IOU."
Yan Qingsi grinned: "Iow, that's not okay. I don't believe in Mrs. He Lan's character. I have a problem with this thing, money. I can't rest assured if it falls into my hands. I knew that if Mrs. He Lan was so poor today, she should n’t play cards with you. You have to be a little self-aware, and you should n’t even come. You ca n’t afford this kind of place. With a few cents in your hand, you dare to come and play cards. Is your face too thick? "
Mrs. Yue nodded: "Who said no? The Bilan Pavilion of our Yue family costs tens of thousands even for ordinary consumption in one night. In this kind of private room, if you don't have one hundred thousand, you dare to enter, or if an acquaintance called out early Let ’s just meet each other. If your Helan family ca n’t open the pot like this, you tell me. I ’d have known that I do n’t lose old clothes and shoes that I do n’t use.