"What?"

Hearing this number, Wang Zheng was stunned, then curled his lips and said with a smile: "You take a fucking broken jar and ask for a billion, are you bluffing me?"

"This is not a broken jar, this is Mingcheng Hua Doucai."

Ao Li corrected him seriously and said: "It is a collection of the Palace Museum in Wandao and was donated to the China Charity Federation. I am about to take this collection to the auction."

"What kind of charity association? I think you are just liars who are blackmailing people!"

Wang Zheng cursed.

Although he is a second-generation rich man who owns several supercars, he is not so awesome that he can spend a billion to help his friends.

Besides, he can't just tell others one-sidedly, so he has to compensate them one billion.

Therefore, no matter what, he will not lose the money.

There are only two people on the other side, and there are more than a dozen on his side, so he just wants to play rough.

If I don’t compensate you, what can you do!

"Then you don't want to admit it?"

Lin Feng smiled.

"Yes! You just don't recognize it, what's wrong with you!"

As soon as Wang Zheng waved his hand, more than a dozen rich second-generation people rushed over.

One by one, they raised their eyes and looked at Lin Feng and Ao Li provocatively.

"They are all children. It seems like they have to find an adult."

Lin Feng turned to Ao Li and said.

"You're quite confident about riding a horse. Do you know who our father is?"

Wang Zheng said disdainfully.

More than a dozen rich second-generation people burst into laughter.

The worst one here, my father is a listed company executive with a net worth of hundreds of millions.

Wang Zheng, who takes the lead, has family assets worth several billion.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t be driving around in a sports car worth tens of millions every day.

"It's none of your business."

Lin Feng ignored Wang Zheng and said to Han Feng, "Ask your father to pay for it."

"My dad is Han Hudong, the vice president of the Jingnan second-hand car market!"

Han Feng said: "You are worthy enough to meet his old man."

"Yeah?"

Lin Feng kicked Han Feng in the stomach with lightning speed, sending Han Feng flying backwards and hitting the hood of the Porsche.

There were cracks in the windshield.

"Damn it, beat my brother in front of me, you're looking for death!"

Wang Zheng's expression changed, he waved his hand and said, "Brothers, beat him!"

"okay!"

A dozen rich second-generation people rushed up with ferocious smiles on their faces.

Lin Feng and Ao Li were instantly submerged inside.

"well!"

At this time, a middle-aged man onlookers sighed and said: "The world has been corrupted by these rich second generations."

"Yeah, you didn't say anything about hitting someone, but you still asked so many people to beat the victim."

The young man next to him nodded and said: "I will take a photo with my mobile phone and post it online so that netizens can condemn them!"

"It's useless. Even if you post it, it will be deleted."

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "These people cover the sky with only one hand."

As soon as he finished speaking, a vision suddenly occurred.

The onlookers just felt their eyes blurred, and before they could see anything clearly, the rich second generation fell to the ground and howled like ghosts.

The leader, Wang Zheng, had his glasses shattered.

Both eyes were beaten black and blue.

Lin Feng and Ao Li stood in the middle, as if nothing had happened.

"Mr. Lin, this..."

Ao Li swallowed hard.

He was standing next to Lin Feng just now. He originally thought that he was going to be beaten, so he closed his eyes in despair.

Then I felt something was wrong, and when I opened my eyes again, these rich second generations were all lying on the ground.

How did Lin Feng do it?

One person can knock down a dozen people in an instant!

"This is self-defense."

Lin Feng smiled slightly, picked up a mobile phone from the ground, walked to the side of the Porsche, and threw the phone to Han Feng, who was curled up on the hood.

"Call your dad over and pay for it."

Lin Feng said calmly.

"well."

This kick kicked Han Feng, which made him experience what it means to have his heart broken.

Looking back on his life of more than 20 years, no one has ever dared to lay a finger on him.

He is the one who beats others.

I never imagined that being beaten would feel like this.

I felt so humiliated that I just wanted to ask my father for help.

Picking up the phone, Han Feng immediately called his father, Han Hudong.

"Dad, I was beaten!"

After the call was connected, Han Feng said with a cry.

"What? Does anyone dare to hit my son?"

Han Hudong became angry when he heard this and asked, "Where are you?"

"At the intersection of King Man Street!"

Han Feng cried and said: "Dad, come here quickly, they want me for one billion."

"What? You beat my son and then bite me back and ask for money? Damn it, you're really screwed!"

Han Hudong said angrily: "Wait, I'll be there soon!"

At this time, the rich second generations who were lying on the ground and wailing also called their families one after another.

Originally, when they came out to act tyrannically, their biggest reliance was their father.

No one dared to mess with them before, it was because they were afraid of their father.

This time I was taught a lesson, so of course I had to move my father out.

"It's over, something big has happened."

The middle-aged onlooker who just spoke sighed again.

"Yeah, I stabbed Lou Zi."

The young man talking next to him also shook his head and said, "When these rich second-generation fathers come, these two will be left without food."

"Mr. Lin, this matter is getting serious."

Ao Li touched the beads of sweat on his forehead and said worriedly.

"Don't worry, I will make him pay for the jar."

Lin Feng said calmly.

"this."

Ao Li was a little panicked.

Not long after, hundreds of luxury cars gathered from various places.

The rich second generation who were lying on the ground became energetic when they saw their own cars, and helped each other to get up.
To be continued...