Super Entertainment Tycoon

The explanation Ding Bo gave was only these two words.

"Hey." Father Ding did not blame too much, his doting has reached a perverted level, otherwise it was impossible to help Ding Bo **** his own daughter.

Fortunately, he got seven million. In addition, he now has nearly ten million liquidity in his body before. He once again slapped one million to his son, so he must not bet on the phone. Ding Bo was naturally full of words on the phone. Yes, but the first thing he takes the money is to go to the casino to make money.

Gambling is more addictive than drugs in some respects. For example, if you take drugs, you can tolerate it at ordinary times. When you can't help it, you will play two bites. But gambling is different. The biggest reason why you don't gamble is only One is no money. When you have money, you want to play two games no matter what.

Ding Bo was completely stuck now.

News from all parties reached Lin Fan's ears, "After enjoying one month, it is time to receive punishment."

Under Lin Fan's black-box operation, Ding Bo not only lost his million that day, but also floated in the casino by 500,000.

Such a large sum of money was gone in a blink of an eye, even some lawless Ding Bo at home did not dare to call his parents again.

Lao Du sat next to Ding Bo, took the initiative to call him two bunny girls, and patted him on the shoulder, like a good friend for many years, "Brother, listen to my brother’s advice, don’t bet, at least don’t bet now. , Wait until you have the capital to bet whatever you want."

"Brother Du, what you said is easy. I am a sophomore student now. How can I have capital? I still owe half a million yuan. Those people will not let me go if I don't have it in half a month. ."

Recalling the appearance of those usury requests, Ding Bo unconsciously fought a cold war.

"It's okay, these five hundred thousand are considered to be on your brother's head. During this period of time, you have also invited a few chic brothers. Your Du brother is not a stingy person." Old Du chic waved his hand and asked his little brother to help Ding Bo. Repay the money.

"No, no," Ding Bo hurriedly waved his hand and refused, "Brother Du, how can I let you pay, these are all my own losses."

"Okay, your kid and brother are so polite. Can a mere half a million compare to our two brothers' feelings? You can bring these two chicks back at night, and the money will be handed over to your brother!"

"This... thank you Du Brother, I will definitely not forget this kindness to Ding Bo."

"It's not sensational, let's enjoy it." Old Du even pushed and shoved Ding Bosai to the hotel. After a while, he could hear the bunny girl crying inside.

The next morning, when several people met Lao Du, they took Ding Bo's IOU to him, "The 500,000 is paid off, and the interest is really **** high. Don't borrow usury anymore. If you have difficulty, give it to your brother. Say."

Ding Bo picked up the IOU and looked at Old Du sincerely, "Brother Du, thank you, really."

"Thank you, don't be greedy when you are such an adult. If you go home and help your parents take care of the business, you will grow up soon."

"Well, I will go home today. To be honest, my family used to be in a poor family situation. I suddenly became rich during this period. I don't know why."

"Oh? It seems that your kid has become a rich second generation somehow." Old Du gave him a hammer with a smile, "Go back, remember to stop being fun, if you have any difficulties in business, you can contact you. Brother Du."

"Ok."

The few people waved goodbye at the airport, hugged them again, and almost wiped their tears, making outsiders look as if the separation of old friends for many years would never be seen again.

As soon as Ding Bo wiped away his tears and entered the waiting room, Lao Du vomited phlegm on his hind feet and said with a disgusting expression, "Fuck, what a fool, let's go."

...

Knowing that his son wants to come back and help take care of the family business together, Ding Bo's parents are not to mention how happy they are. Their patriarchal thoughts are serious. The doting on his son is nothing more than wanting him to get the best. Now seeing his son To be so self-conscious, they naturally couldn't be pleased.

The parents of Ding Bo did not hide from him about why the family suddenly opened a company.

"Unexpectedly, the dead man is so useful. Their boss is really a fool. He won't have a leg with my dead sister. I didn't even let him open the buds."

For three days, Ding Bo has been dangling in his company at home. Anyone who sees him will respectfully call the young master. This feeling almost makes Ding Bo drift to Tianshan.

This afternoon, Ding Bo was sitting in his own president's office, when he heard the door knock, "Come in."

"Young... Master." The girl who showed her face was the front desk girl of the company. She looked eighteen or nineteen years old. She looked very gratifying. Her big eyes flickered, and she felt weak and wanted to embrace her. The desire to protect.

"What's the matter, little girl?" Ding Bo hurriedly put on a serious face when he saw this little girl.

"Master, this is for you." The little girl held a bunch of flowers in her hand and handed it to Ding Bo.

"It's really fragrant." Ding Bo took a deep breath in front of the flowers.

There was a touch of joy on Xiaomei's face, and then said softly and weakly: "Master, then... then I'll go first."

"Don't worry!" Ding Bo grabbed Xiao Mei's arm, and took the girl into his arms. "Xiao Mei, do you like me?"

"Huh?" There was a blush on Xiaomei's face, and her eyes fluttered around. The meaning was self-evident.

"Haha, I know." Ding Bo released Xiaomei, took her hands, staring at her eyes, "Xiaomei, I like you too, be my girlfriend."

"No, no." Xiaomei shook her head slightly and refused.

"Why? I can see that you like me, why can't you be my girlfriend?"

"Young...Master, I like you, but now it is said that you are a rich second-generation, and know nothing. To be able to have today is all dependent on your parents. I want to be with you. They will definitely say that I am... …I'm……"

Before Xiaomei's words were finished, Ding Bo put her index finger to her mouth and made a silent gesture, "Xiaomei, don't say it, I will prove it to them soon. I am not a reliable one. The rich second generation of your parents, you will be with me when the time comes, okay?"

"Yeah." Xiao Mei nodded vigorously, then turned around and flew away from the office, leaving a fragrant breeze in the air.

Ding Bo caught a catch in the void, put his hand in front of his nose and kept smelling, showing a look of intoxication, and then looked at the direction Xiaomei left, "Don't worry, I will let everyone see, I Ding Bo Not a person who depends on his parents!"

Lin Fan, who was watching the monitor on his hand, almost didn't spray a screen of water. This Ding Bo really regarded himself as an overbearing president.