Chapter 155 My Mental Distress Compensation is Calculated in Hundreds of Millions

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"Go back to sleep!" Zhang Menglong said to Lee Ji-eun, "Let's pretend tonight never happened!" "Mr. Zhang," Lee Ji-eun suddenly said, "Do you really have no thoughts about my coming over tonight?" "I am a man," Zhang Menglong replied, "the very normal kind. If I didn't have Yiyi, tonight might have turned into a group activity. But because of Yiyi, all I had were some physiological reactions, so don't doubt your charm!" After saying this somewhat provocative but utterly honest line, Zhang Menglong immediately closed the door. "Damn, this really is testing my willpower!" Zhang Menglong muttered while adjusting his pants, "Lu Yiyao, this is all your fault!" ... "Mr. Zhang, time to wake up!" The next morning, another pleasant voice woke Zhang Menglong from his sleep. This time, however, it was not one voice but three! "Tsk tsk, if I posted this on social media, I might become public enemy number one." Zhang Menglong murmured with a smile, his eyes still closed. The popularity of these three actresses in Huaxia was terrifying. Whether male or female, just calling them "wife" settled the matter. If people knew these three actresses not only stayed at his house last night but also came to wake him up this morning, the consequences would be unimaginable. "Get up, up, up, up; this is life!" Who would have thought that just a few months ago he was frazzled from job hunting, only to suddenly find himself at a pinnacle that ordinary people couldn't reach in several lifetimes. "Mr. Zhang, I will help you get dressed." "Mr. Zhang, I'll prepare your toiletries." "Mr. Zhang, I'll check if breakfast is ready!" The three actresses began bustling about like Zhang Menglong's maids. "Hong Yi, if we stayed in Qingqiu Country forever, I suspect you'd be out of a job," Zhang Menglong teased. "Hmm?" Zhang Menglong's gaze swept over Su Zhihe and then his two assistants. "Are you sure you're here to apologize?" "This..." Su Zhihe hesitated, "Mr. Zhang, is there something inappropriate?" "Haven't I mentioned that we in Huaxia value etiquette? Although this is Qingqiu, on my turf, it has to be done my way. You came here empty-handed, and you call that sincerity? Give me a break!" "No, no, Mr. Zhang, you're mistaken. I truly came with full sincerity this time. My sincerity might not be large, but it is definitely substantial." "Oh? Then I really must see this," Zhang Menglong said, "And remember, there are three of us here. If you only brought one gift, that won't do. I, Zhang Menglong, have never been unfair." "Of course, of course," Su Zhihe hurriedly said. "I used some very inappropriate methods this time, causing fright to both the three ladies and their families. On behalf of all of Qingqiu, I express our apologies to the three ladies." "Who the hell are you calling 'ladies'? Do you even know how to speak?" Zhang Menglong slapped the table. "In our Huaxia, 'ladies' is not a good term! Do you even know how to apologize?" Zhang Menglong's slap made Su Zhihe tremble all over, as if the slap had landed on his face. "Then... then what should I say..." Su Zhihe felt utterly uncomfortable, if not 'ladies', then what? "Call them Misses!" Zhang Menglong said seriously. "This..." Su Zhihe sighed. In front of this devil, he had no choice but to comply absolutely, "Three Misses, this is a gesture of sincerity from our Treasury Department." Su Zhihe glanced at his two deputies, who immediately pulled out three bank cards from their briefcases. "Ladies, each of these cards contains 100 billion Qingqiu Currency, as compensation for the mental distress caused. We hope you can forgive our previous inappropriate actions," Su Zhihe earnestly said. "100 billion Qingqiu Currency? Are you kidding me?" Zhang Menglong scoffed coldly, "Your Qingqiu Currency has been plummeting in value these days, it's probably only worth about 50 million Huaxia Currency now, right?" "Last time in Huaxia, some idiot messed with my film crew's actors. Do you know how much he paid in mental distress compensation?" Zhang Menglong raised a hand. "500 million Huaxia Currency?" "500 billion Huaxia Currency!" Zhang Menglong said in a calm tone, "Here, if the mental distress compensation isn't measured in billions, I consider it mere lip service!"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Chapter 155 My Mental Distress Compensation is Calculated in Hundreds of Millions

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