Zhang Yong wanted him to reveal his identity and become a real figure.

Indeed, what Zhang Yong needs is not a shady mouse.

What he needs is a bright, promising young man who is also rich in money. He can bring dreams to many people.

Then, let the dream suffocate...

Ah, of course not. It is to attract more people to cooperate and share the cake together.

"This is my plan. Listen to it."

"good."

Zhang Yong began to tell.

His plan is simple. It's packaging.

Package Christian as a young rich man with a huge fortune.

Money has always been attracted by money.

Rich people can attract rich people.

law……

Poor people cannot make money from rich people.

If you want to interact with the upper class, you must first become a member of the upper class yourself.

Breaking the rules is not the end.

The king is the one who sets the rules.

"But, I don't have any money anymore..." Christian was pitiful.

"I have." Zhang Yong replied calmly.

After a pause, he said slowly, "Actually, you don't need a lot of money. As long as you follow my instructions, someone will send money to your door soon."

"Okay." Christian said he would obey.

Zhang Yong took out a pile of francs.

Now, these francs that he despised have finally become heroes.

By the way, he really has many, many francs now...

“Tipping must be generous.”

"good."

Christian begins to get into character.

Just change clothes in the car.

Zhang Yong has already prepared suits, leather shoes, and ties, all of which are high-end goods.

They are all handmade in France. They are mainly high-end. With so many francs in his hand, he finally spent some of them.

Not to mention, French luxury goods are indeed unique.

Even Italian products cannot compare with France for the time being.

Christian wears a full set of French brand names, a Patek Philippe watch, and a Tiffany brooch, and he is definitely considered a first-class rich man.

The convoy arrived at the Peace Hotel. Three Stypunks lined up.

A dozen agents got out of the car first and controlled the surrounding tactical points.

Zhang Yong got off the bus.

Look around.

Deliberately let yourself be seen by everyone around you.

That's right, he wants to use his own identity to highlight Christian's existence. Let everyone believe that Christian is really a great man.

That's right. Shenhao.

A powerful man who controlled the gold reserves of the Inca Kingdom.

Rich as a country?

No, no, no, what does it mean to be rich and rival the country?

It's because you have no way of estimating how much wealth he has, because he may not even know it himself.

Will anyone believe it?

Of course not. Most people wouldn’t believe it.

There are still a majority of people with IQs.

However, these normal-thinking people are not Zhang Yong’s targets.

From now on, the target group has been filtered. People who don't believe it will naturally not have any interest in Christian.

Only those guys who are stupid and have a lot of money can fall into the trap.

In fact, it is not a game.

As long as he is willing to pay, Zhang Yong will definitely arrange a bright future for him.

In the next ten years, the world will change dramatically, and everyone who follows Zhang Yong will get enough benefits. Because the cake in the world is really big.

Entering the hotel door, the first thing is——

Give Tips!

Give Tips!

Christian spends money like water.

A lot of francs were swayed out, immediately attracting the attention of countless people.

Zhang Yong had a straight face, as if he was cold-faced, staring at everyone around him.

Many people shuddered.

Some people recognized Zhang Yong.

"It's him?"

"It's him?"

I vaguely heard someone discussing behind me.

But Zhang Yong didn't care. He walked directly to the front and booked the top floor of the entire hotel domineeringly.

Want money?

Some of them give us dollars directly.

If you want to pretend to be powerful, what can you do if you don’t have US dollars? Just throw out a bunch of US dollars.

As a result, a stack of dollars accidentally fell on the ground.

Zhang Yong glanced at them and was too lazy to pick them up, as if they didn't exist at all.

Where is Shenhao!

Can you bend down to pick up money? Just kidding!

The money that fell on the ground is no longer yours. Let it go...

Get the key. Turn around and go upstairs.

Behind him, everyone looked at each other in shock.

Immediately, everyone woke up from a dream and hurriedly picked up the dollars on the ground.

Christian threw the remaining francs into the air. Immediately more people joined in the fight and the scene became heated.

Come up to the sixth floor.

The top floor of the Peace Hotel is the sixth floor. There are six suites, all of which were booked by Zhang Yong.

The main thing is that he is a powerful person. He is not short of money.

Enter the room.

Hotel leaders came to pay their respects one after another.

Christian, with a touch of arrogance, dismissed the matter with francs.

Zhang Yong continued to play the role of the cold-faced god.

Finally, settled down.

"Zhang, is this really okay?" Christian was a little nervous.

"Okay." Zhang Yong replied calmly.

From now on, the overall situation officially begins.
To be continued...