amaotonovel Chapter 193: How Much Money Does Old Mo Have? Xu Damao Almost Died of a Scare.
Chapter 193: How Much Money Does Old Mo Have? Xu Damao Almost Died of a Scare.
Old Mo looked at Xu Damao and asked with a smile, "In your opinion, how much money is considered wealthy?"
Xu Damao thought for a moment and said, "Then it should be at least thirty to fifty thousand!"
Old Mo nodded and said, "If you put it that way, then you've indeed struck it rich. I currently have about three to five hundred million Hong Kong dollars on hand."
"Huh? No, Lao Mo, what did you say? Three to five hundred million?"
Xu Damao exclaimed exaggeratedly, completely unable to believe his ears.
Old Mo chuckled, reached behind his back, pulled out a bankbook, slapped it onto Xu Damao's hand, and said, "Take a look for yourself."
Xu Damao quickly flipped it open and was completely dumbfounded.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine... Holy crap, there really are hundreds of millions? Old Mo, no, Brother Mo, where have you been? Did you go rob a bank?"
Xu Damao was nearly scared to death when he saw the numbers on his bankbook.
"You're kidding me. You think you can rob a bank and steal hundreds of millions? Go ahead and rob one yourself!"
Old Mo said speechlessly.
Xu Damao thought about it and agreed, then quickly asked, "Where did you get so much money? Help me out! I'm completely broke now, and all the little yellow croakers I had with me were taken by that fire unicorn."
Xu Damao said pitifully.
Old Mo patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "Don't worry! I'm a billionaire now. I'll cover all your expenses in Hong Kong, including your medical treatment. We must get you cured. If not, we'll go to America, or England. We must get you cured."
Xu Damao was touched, but still said weakly, "Old Mo, you know, money gives a man courage. In Hong Kong, I don't have a single penny. Do you want me to be a bloodsucker? I'm not Qin Huairu."
Old Mo nodded and said, "Indeed, now that you're in Hong Kong, brother, it wouldn't be right not to help you make some money. How about this: you guys have a good time here for a day, and tomorrow night I'll take you out to make some money. I promise I won't let you become a bloodsucker, okay?"
"What's 'ok'? Does it mean 'to poop'?"
Xu Damao asked weakly.
"Go to hell, that's English. In Hong Kong, if you don't know any English, you probably won't survive."
Old Mo reached behind his back, pulled out several wads of money, and threw them on the table.
"Here, this is a reward for you."
Xu Damao instinctively grabbed the money, completely dumbfounded.
"No, bro, what if I can't pay you back if you do this?"
Xu Damao's hands trembled as he looked at the money. He had just said that he would be rich with 30,000 to 50,000 yuan! Old Mo casually tossed him 100,000 yuan.
Family members, who understands this feeling?
Old Mo laughed and said, "If you can't pay it back, then don't. I didn't say it was a loan; this is your pocket money."
"You're my brother, I can buy you things. But you wouldn't ask me to buy things for your wife too, would you? It's more respectable to buy things for her yourself with your own money."
"This is too much pocket money. Hey bro, could I take a few thousand? A few thousand would be enough."
Xu Damao said weakly, and it took him a lot of courage to say those words.
Old Mo smiled and said, "Take it all. You came all the way from Beijing to see me, how could I treat you badly?"
You just saw my bankbook, so you're still afraid to take this little bit of money?
Let me tell you, my brothers who follow me get millions in tips every day. Take it without worry.
"What? You've been giving away millions in tips?"
Xu Damao was completely numb.
Old Mo patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother Da Mao, now that you're here, don't go back. Be a big shot in Hong Kong! As long as your brother is here, you can walk sideways in Hong Kong."
Xu Damao was dumbfounded again: "You're very powerful in Hong Kong now?"
Old Mo patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's hard to explain to you in a short time. Play with me for a few days, and you'll understand slowly."
Xu Damao asked nervously, "What can I do if I stay? Do you have any movies for me to show?"
When Lao Mo heard this, he almost laughed himself to death.
"You little rascal, besides showing movies, what else do you do? Stay here and be my housekeeper, I'll give you a monthly salary of 200,000. Car, house, everything will be provided for you. As long as you're healthy, you can marry ten or eight more women. How about it, think it over?"
Xu Damao is the perfect butler. He's quick-witted and shrewd. He'll be an excellent butler, no problem at all.
The Su brothers are really not a good match.
Without a second thought, Xu Damao immediately said, "No need to consider it, I'll start right now."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Old Mo was genuinely amused by him: "Alright, have some fun for a while, and fix that bad habit of yours first!"
Xu Damao said earnestly, "I'm telling the truth."
Two hundred thousand a month, plus a house and a car. What if someone steals my job if I don't take it now?
Old Mo smiled and said, "Don't worry! There aren't many people I can trust. This position of butler is tailor-made for you, and no one can take it away from you."
Upon hearing this, Xu Damao breathed a long sigh of relief.
A job that pays 200,000 a month, my God! One month's work is worth more than a lifetime's work. This time, smuggling myself out was definitely the right decision.
Finally, Sha Zhu took a shower and came out first.
Old Mo immediately urged, "Brother Da Mao, hurry up and take a shower. After you're done, I'll take you out to buy clothes."
"Okay, I'll go right away."
Xu Damao put down the money and immediately ran into the shower room.
Sha Zhu walked over and sat down timidly beside him, staring blankly at the 100,000 yuan on the coffee table. He was completely dumbfounded.
Old Mo was playing with Chen Yao there, ignoring him.
When Chen Yao saw Sha Zhu, she struggled to get to his side: "Uncle Sha Zhu."
Sha Zhu smiled and reached out to hug her. This little one was his precious treasure; without her, Sha Zhu would be in real trouble this time.
When he touched her empty arm, Shazhu felt incredibly guilty. Holding the little girl, he almost cried.
Old Mo was dumbfounded. His daughter was really that close to this idiot?
Ugh.
Sighing inwardly, Old Mo asked, "Shazhu, what are you planning to do if we can't find Lou Xiao'e?"
Sha Zhu said weakly, "Just keep looking, we'll find it someday."
Old Mo was helpless, so he picked up the phone next to him and made a call.
The call was answered quickly.
"Hey Piggy, remember He Yuzhu from earlier? Do him a favor and find out where Lou Xiao'e is. Let me know when you find her."
After hanging up the phone, Lao Mo looked at him with a look of disgust.
Like a child who had done something wrong, Shazhu said softly, "Thank you! I treated you like that before, and you still helped me like this. I'm really, really sorry."
Old Mo sighed and said, "It's all preordained. I must have owed your family something in my past life."
When Lao Mo was framing Lou Xiao'e, he really didn't think about all that.
He truly hadn't expected that sparing Lou Xiao'e would lead to so many complications.
He spared both of them, so doesn't he owe them a debt?