"Little Guai, don't listen to your father and third grandfather. Keep your body well. If you have good health, it is more important than anything else." said the mother.

"Bihan, my son goes out to make a fortune and has special people to protect him. He doesn't even need to walk and talk. As long as he stretches out his fingers, he nods. The air outside is better than at home. My son has been lying in bed for three months. Going out to exercise will make his health better." Tang Hao said.

It turns out that my mother's name is Bihan, but I don't know what her surname is.

Tang Xiaoqiang, who delivered takeaway in the Earth civilization, received limited information fragments from his prodigal son Tang Xiaoqiang. His understanding of this world and the Tang family was naturally very limited.

"Mom, Dad makes sense." Tang Xiaoqiang said with a smile.

"If it makes sense, you can't listen." Mother Bihan said decisively, "Little Guai, keep it well. I'll ask the servant to do whatever you want to eat. Do you want to watch TV? Food shows or talk shows, I'll make a table for you."

There is a jade TV cabinet in the middle of the room, which is more than ten meters long and majestic. It is a super large LCD TV on it, like a movie screen.

"Dad, mom, I'm confused and I don't remember many things at all. Are our Tang family very rich?" Tang Xiaoqiang is an atheist and does not believe in what Master Huang said about prodigality and fortune. He is a good person. To be honest, he doesn't want to be a real prodigal son. He used to be a pauper, but now he is reborn in a rich family. He knows two words: cherish it!

Tang Hao and his wife Shang Bihan looked at each other in shock. The two looked nervous. Shang Bihan asked, "Little Guai, have you chosen to lose your memory?"

"Well, there is no impression of many things at all." Tang Xiaoqiang patted his head.

"If you can't remember, don't think about it." Shang Bihan quickly emphasized. Don't let your baby son think about it and then have any strange problems.

"Yes, son, if you can't remember, don't waste your energy thinking. Your bones are damaged from the womb, so it's not your fault. As long as you can recognize your parents and your health is getting healthier, it's enough." Tang Hao also quickly expressed his opinion.

Tang Xiaoqiang's heart warmed again.

"Mom, since you are worried about my body, I won't go out." Tang Xiaoqiang said.

Shang Bihan was overjoyed. Her son was sick and became very considerate and obedient. Her eyes turned red again.

The father Tang Hao sighed in his heart. It’s better for his son to wake up. He wants to make a fortune and don’t fight for the sake of his family. He doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life on these days or two days. Let his son stay with Bihan and chat. The son and his mother are always the most caring thing.

"Dad, don't worry, I'll be at home and I can lose 100,000 without going out." Tang Xiaoqiang said.

"Really?" Tang Hao smiled.

"Well, Dad, give me the money, I can spend it when I sit on the bed." Tang Xiaoqiang stretched out his hand to his father.

Tang Hao took out a bank card and handed it to Tang Xiaoqiang: "Son, there is one million in it. Take it first and spend whatever you want. The key is that you spend it happily and comfortably."

One million?

Although Tang Xiaoqiang was mentally prepared to be a rich and prodigal son, he was still shocked.

I delivered takeaway in my previous life, but I couldn’t save this million.

Tang Xiaoqiang took the card and took one million, trying hard to adjust his mentality and express his expression.

"My little Guai, what's wrong with you? It's just one million. You really don't remember that our family has money. Let me tell you this way, you just spend money without eating, drinking or sleeping twenty-four hours a day, spending 10,000 yuan a minute, and spending three consecutive years of spending money, but you can only lose a small part of our Tang family's wealth. How much money is there in these three years? 15.768 million! How do you understand this money? Let's put it this way, if you use a five-ton truck to pull it, there should be thirty trucks." The mother said with a smile.

Tang Xiaoqiang suddenly felt dizzy!

I spent 10,000 yuan a minute, and spent 24 hours a day. I spent three consecutive years without eating, drinking, or sleeping. I only lost a small part of the money of the Tang family - a five-ton truck with a total of thirty trucks!

Decode, can I allow me to curse? Can I roar? Can I allow me to kill and set fire? What is a rich man? That's it! Who is the real rich man? I'm just it!

Tang Xiaoqiang feels that he is going to die!

"Son, the money I can spend is small. Dad, I failed to do business speculation last month and lost 5 billion. How long is it, ten minutes. Therefore, once the wealth and fortune of the Tang family declined, it would be really empty. Son, you must remember that only five people in the world know about your fortune-telling and fortune: our family of three, your third grandfather, and Huang Daxian. Although our Tang family has some money, there are many wealthy and powerful families and multinational companies in this world, so the secret of fortune-telling and fortune-telling must not be revealed, otherwise, you and our entire Tang family will be very dangerous." Tang Hao said solemnly.

"Little Guaiguai, do you remember what my father said? Our Tang family is not afraid of anyone, but we cannot say that we will make a fortune." Mother Shang Bihan said seriously.

"My mom and dad, I remember it!" Tang Xiaoqiang put away the card and stretched out his hand to his father again, "Dad, this million will warm my pockets. I want one million cash, and I will feel it if I lose."

Only when the money is in your hand can you touch and watch it, you will feel exciting and real.

"Million cash, OK!" Tang Hao shouted outside the door, "Uncle Fu, prepare a million cash."

"Yes, lord!" an old voice replied outside the bedroom door.

Ten minutes later, footsteps sounded, and a bald man came in wearing black clothes and black pants, sunglasses and a black tie, carrying a black suitcase in his hand.

"Who are you?" Tang Xiaoqiang asked.

"Young Master, you don't know me anymore. I am your number one follower." The boy nodded and bowed, his face laughing so hard.

"How many followers do I have in total?"

"Eight followers, young master."

"Okay, you'll ask them to come in."

"Yes, Master!"

The attendant pinched his fingers around his neck and turned on the wireless headset microwave call: "Young Master has an order, you all come in."

The neat footsteps sounded, and seven bald men in black walked in and quickly lined up in front of Tang Xiaoqiang's bed.

Tang Xiaoqiang sat on the bed and looked at them, feeling that he had instantly become the boss. Tang Xiaoqiang didn't like these followers' clothes, hairstyles, temperament and expressions.

"Are you all my followers?"

"Yes, young master!" The eight followers all looked down, lowered their heads, and had professional smiles on their faces.

"Well, it's not bad, how much does I give you a month before?"

"Young Master, you used to give us 3,000 yuan a month." The eight followers had a tacit understanding and spoke in unison.

Tang Xiaoqiang frowned: "So little?"

"It's already a lot. Young Master, including food, accommodation, clothing, telephone charges, five insurances and one fund, and red envelopes for birthdays during the Chinese New Year and Festival are 10,000 yuan. There are also young masters who have a lot of bounties." The eight followers seemed to be talking alone.

"Oh, do you want to raise your salary?"

"We want it if the young master rewards us; if the young master doesn't give it, we can't mention it."

"I'll raise your salary now, and the monthly salary will increase to 10,000, but I have a condition, that is, I will embroider two big gold-toned characters on both sides of your clothes: Dog legs. Are you willing?"

"I'm willing, young master." He spoke in unison again.

Tang Xiaoqiang frowned: "No. 7, why didn't you answer me just now?"

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"You are my dog ​​legs, what does it matter if you embroider two words? Moreover, I have also raised you a salary of 7,000 yuan. I bought four words, one word of 1,750 yuan. Do you think the money is less?"

The other seven people glared at Number 7.

"No, young master, I feel that the words "dog legs" are printed on my clothes. I feel very embarrassed when I walk on the street."

"Aren't you my dog-legged now?"

"Yes, young master, but I told myself in my heart that I am your staff member, not a dog-legged."

"Well, you have a little self-esteem. What's your name?"

"My name is Song Chun, Young Master."

"Song Chun, what are your abilities?"

"I can get into a very small dog hole, Master."

In his previous life, Tang Xiaoqiang watched the China Got Talent Show. A woman could use soft body techniques to easily drill through very small holes and coil her body into a ball, with her whole body as soft as boneless. Her limbs can be bent at any angle.

"Song Chun, can your limbs be bent at any angle?"

"Yes, Master."

"Okay, Song Chun, your salary has risen to 10,000."

"Thank you, Young Master!" Song Chun had no joy on his face and was very calm.

"You seven are out of here. I originally wanted to fire eight of you. Three months ago, I went to the entertainment venue to experience life and almost died. This is a fatal mistake in your work, so your work quality and ability cannot meet my current requirements. In the past, each person will be rewarded with a 100,000 breakup fee. I will instruct the finance department to continue to pay your salary and five insurances and one fund on time for half a year."

Tang Hao and Shang Bihan were watching their son Xiaoqiang's actions, and they felt very comforted. As the saying goes, there will be blessings after a disaster. Now my son is more mature and rational. He does it with the loss of his incompetent legs. His methods are so sophisticated that he seems to have completely changed.

Seven dog legs have nothing to say.

"Song Chun, each of the seven dog legs will receive 100,000 yuan. Please collect the remaining 300,000 yuan for me so that I can reward you at any time."

"Yes, Master."
Chapter completed!