Super Entertainment Tycoon

As the vehicle drove in, the festive atmosphere in the surroundings became more and more intense. The two closed the music in the car and opened the windows to hear the noise of the gongs and drums not far away. There was a festive atmosphere everywhere.

"These people are really foreign."

When he parked the car to the side of the road, Lin Fan glanced thiefly, turned his head and got out of the car.

"Boss, there is still some way to go, shall we go over?"

"Definitely not, is my dignified Lin Jufu a walker? Wait for me."

Lin Fan hid behind the car for a while, and when he appeared again, there was still the appearance of the handsome boy before. He became a fat man with a big belly, his belly sticking out high, and his handsome face was changed into one by him. He looks like a wretched middle-aged man in his fifties, and he looks like a nouveau riche.

"Ah." Ding Liao covered her small mouth. If she didn't know that there was no one other than her and Lin Fan along the way, she would really think that a wretched uncle rushed out, "Boss, why are you like this."

"Hehe." Lin Fan smiled wryly, and slapped Ding Hao's hip, "Don't call my boss, call me a rich husband."

He grinned and showed a big yellow tooth. One of them was still inlaid with gold. It looked disgusting and disgusting. Ding Hao was hugged by him. No need to think about it and know that this is a configuration of a nouveau riche and a junior.

He drove the car all the way again, becoming a nouveau riche, and Lin Fan's style became arrogant. The car drove fast, and the music inside the car played loud electric sounds.

"Welcome to enter the racing car audio, modify the club, dance for nine days, dedicated to you..."

There was a frantic black line on Ding Ling's head, and the electronic music heard ten years ago made her almost embarrassing.

Looking at Lin Fan, he was having fun. He shook his head for a while with the music. As long as there was someone in front of him, he would honked his horn all the way.

"Fuck, who the hell, opening a Cayenne is great."

"Rhubarb teeth and golden chains, at first glance it is a nouveau riche."

"Just know it!"

Along the way, pedestrians or vehicles on the side of the road kept making similar voices, and the answer to them was Lin Fan's consistent belief or not that I would kill you with money.

Five minutes later, nine days of a phoenix dance hadn't ended. Lin Fan and Lin Fan could already see the big red flowers hanging in front of them, the wedding table was set up, and there were burnt firecrackers on the side of the road.

The banquets of rural weddings are all open-air, and many people are already sitting at the table and beginning to grow big. Seeing how they eat and enjoy, Lin Fan can't feel the atmosphere of a marriage.

It stands to reason that this kind of dark marriage atmosphere should be very depressing, but there is a feeling of elation in the crowd.

When Lin Fan got off the car, he parked the car to the side of the road with a big thorn. It attracted the attention of most people, and the nouveau riche should not be too strong.

Without concealing his arms around Ding Hao's slender waist, Lin Fan packed a bulging of cash and walked to the gift box.

"Lin Jufu, ten thousand!" A wad of hundred yuan bills was placed directly in front of the stage.

The gift money of 10,000 yuan does make many people look at him. In this kind of countryside, you can be called a local tyrant if you can make one thousand, and you can get 10,000 when you get it. Referred to as "Hao".

The person who received the gift in front of the ceremony table originally felt a bit disgusted by Lin Fan's bullish manner when he got out of the car, but after the ten thousand yuan was sold, the other party immediately showed a flattering expression.

"Please here, please here." One person hurried up to arrange a seat for Lin Fan, who held his head up and sat there with a look of disdain.

Looking at the food on the banquet, he didn't eat a bite, instead he kept talking about it.

"I don't even have seafood, just eat a shit, what a **** bunch of poor people!"

Ding Zhao leaned close to him.

"Boss, I didn't see my dad and them."

"No hurry, let's wait and see."

Lin Fan looked left and right, constantly chanting poor ghosts and the like. In the eyes of others, he looked like no one looked at him, but in fact he was observing the surroundings in secret.

It stands to reason that the high-ranking officials of the province and the city have created such a big style. It should be that some people who tend to be on the spot will be there. Although those people dare not make a lot of fanfare, they will be a little bit like a school leader. I found that the people around me are all rural natives from every aspect, and there is no one in the provincial capital.

Some of the people he claimed to be killed with money on the road just now came to the banquet. They all pointed to him and said to the people around him, saying something like a nouveau riche.

Lin Fan always felt that something was wrong today, but he couldn't tell.

"Ding Zhuo, be more serious when you cooperate with me in acting."

"Ok."

After sitting for another two minutes, Lin Fan picked up the chopsticks with a look of displeasure and threw the chopsticks on the table after taking two bites.

"What are you making, it's terrible."

Then he took two sips of the wine glass, his face flushed, and after sitting for a while, he started shaking his head and shaking his head, looking at Ding Liao beside him, his eyes filled with a lustful atmosphere.

Just in front of this table, in front of many guests, Lin Fan directly touched Ding Ling's body.

Ding Hao trembled like an electric shock, "No, the boss won't get drunk after two sips."

She looked at Lin Fan's eyes cautiously and found that the other party did not look like she imagined that she was confused and sentimental, and there was a hint of clarity in the obscene eyes.

Ding Ling is not a fool. He knew what Lin Fan wanted to do right now, and he started acting very cooperatively.

"Husband, no, there are many people here."

"Hey, people are too afraid of an egg. I will give you fifty thousand and do it on the table!" Lin Fan got up and started to untie his belt, sweeping the vegetables on the table on the ground, Ding Ling lightly His body was directly pressed on the table by him, and he opened his mouth with big yellow teeth and kissed him on the face.

"Husband, no, please, don't be here." Ding Zhuo kept twisting his delicate body.

"Your mother's Ding Ling, don't be shameless!" Lin Fan slapped the opponent's buttocks fiercely, "I give you 300,000 yuan every month, do you dare to make terms with me?"

"Husband, please, there are too many people here. Let's find a place where no one is."

Lin Fan turned his head and saw that their actions attracted too many people to look here, but they all had the mentality of watching the excitement, and no one came out to stop them.

"Finished, fooled!" Lin Fan was shocked.

"Okay, my little lady, I'll spare you today, go, and go inside with Lao Tzu." Pulling Ding Biao from the table, Lin Fan rushed into the car with an arm around her.