Making Money

Making Money

At this moment, Yun Zhiyi stepped forward. How could she not understand Shen Wuxiao? She immediately guessed what he was about to do.

She stood in front of Shen Wuxiao and raised a hand to brush the dust off him.

"You, honestly... what are you thinking about all day? You'd even come up with something this outrageous..."

She did not know what to say.

"Being idle is being idle!" Shen Wuxiao said with a smile.

Yun Zhiyi gave a fake smile, picked up his clothes, and draped them over him.

A little while later, the people arranged by his subordinates arrived immediately.

No one dared to slight Shen Wuxiao's orders.

Once the armored trucks arrived, they unloaded all the money, and a wall of cash was immediately piled up on-site.

Shen Wuxiao called toward the distance, "Today, This Young Master is handing out benefits, men only!"

"Anyone who comes up and gives the two people on the ground a sweet kiss—the longer it lasts, the bigger the reward!"

Upon hearing this, everyone remained unmoved.

Mouth-to-mouth with men? No amount of money would make them do that.

They were not the kind of people who would sell their dignity for money.

Who cared about such trifling sums?

"Anyone who lasts more than two minutes can take one hundred thousand on the spot. Anything under two minutes doesn't count!" Shen Wuxiao said.

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"Wuhu! Me first, me first!"

"Let me go first! I know all kinds of tricks!"

"Let me go first! I'll make it harder. I just ate stinky tofu—otherwise, taking this money would be way too easy for them."

"Bullshit, me first! I'll do it for twenty-five thousand!"

"Holy crap, why the hell are you competing?!"

A huge crowd suddenly rushed over from that side.

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