Chapter 7

As Hong Dalì selected the good candidates, the others who weren’t chosen immediately sighed and lamented, secretly blaming their parents for not giving them the good looks to be a lackey. How outrageous!

Isn’t it often said that appearance is very important? If a girl isn’t pretty, or a guy isn’t fierce, they don’t stand a chance to be a lackey. As for those who aren’t quick-witted, they definitely can’t be lackeys. Look at how quickly and decisively these few changed their titles; that’s what makes the master happy, right?

At this moment, Hong Dalì was very pleased: "Mm, not bad, quite perceptive. Driver, driver, where are you?"

The driver: "I’m here, sir."

Hong Dalì: "One, two, three… six, seven, eight, nine… six women and three men. Give them three cars, good ones, the kind that blind people when they go out! The men will be drivers, the women will sit in the back, that’s how you look impressive when you go out."

"…" The driver wiped a sweat: "Yes, I’ll arrange it right away!" He hurried out to make a call.

The six women and three men who were chosen immediately felt their hearts pounding wildly, looking at Hong Dalì as if they were devout believers worshiping a deity.

As for the others who weren’t chosen, they all pounded their chests and lamented that the heavens were blind.

"Alright, you, come over!" Hong Dalì pointed at the prettiest of the nine lackeys, a girl around twenty-two or twenty-three, and said: "Go get a drink for this young master and the young mistress." Then he pointed at Tang Muxin and said to the rest: "See her? She’ll be your mistress from now on! What she says is what I say! No objections, got it?"

The remaining eight lackeys immediately bowed to Tang Muxin: "Mistress, hello! Mistress, you’ve worked hard!"

Tang Muxin’s face turned red with anger, and she stomped her feet: "Who’s your mistress? He’s the one who can do such wasteful things, don’t drag me into this!"

The eight lackeys: "Yes, we will heed the mistress’s teachings!"

"I told you I’m not the mistress!" Tang Muxin felt like she was about to collapse. Today, accompanying Hong Dalì in his wasteful spending was a decision that was extremely, extremely wrong! She was a smart and perceptive girl, but being with Hong Dalì made her feel like her IQ was plummeting.

Tang Muxin was really afraid that she would become senile if she stayed any longer.

However, Hong Dalì didn’t care. He snapped his fingers, and immediately a male lackey came to kneel and lick his boots: "What does the young master need?"

Hong Dalì was very satisfied with his reaction and threw the bank card directly to him: "Go, find the manager and swipe the card. Give each of you five thousand yuan for expenses, and also calculate how much we’ll spend tonight."

Just giving five thousand yuan as an expense allowance was like giving them pocket money! The eight lackeys immediately expressed their gratitude: "Thank you, young master! May the young master live a thousand years, enjoy eternal blessings, and have a life as long as the heavens!"

Yes, his physical condition wasn’t great, but hearing this made him feel the most comfortable. Hong Dalì laughed: "Sure, sure, get it done quickly. Let’s go, let’s sit over there. Oh, right, the lights? The music? Come on, come on! Yes, yes, that singer, I’m talking to you, what are you staring at? Sing quickly, you won’t lack tips."

What is a tycoon? What is a wastrel who doesn’t blink at spending? This is it!

What’s the point of sleeping until you wake up naturally and counting money until your hands cramp? This feeling of spending with your eyes open is the most enjoyable, isn’t it?

Hearing that the big spender said there wouldn’t be a lack of tips, the singer didn’t wait any longer and started singing with all his might. Hong Dalì couldn’t stand it after just two lines: "Can you change to a better song? I can’t even drink water if you keep singing like this!"

"Yes, yes, yes," the singer, trembling with fear, quickly changed the song. However, the new song still didn’t please Hong Dalì’s ears. Just as he was about to ask him to change again, he suddenly had a thought: "I said I’d give him a tip, so even if he’s stupid, he should know to sing a song he’s good at. But he’s singing such a bad song, and the others seem to like it. Could it be that in this world, songs are all like ‘Tears in the Iron Window’? Is such a song considered normal? Oh, this life is unbearable…"

Before he came to this world, Hong Dalì loved listening to music, as it was one of the few things that could relax him without costing money. Wearing headphones and reading a novel was the most enjoyable feeling. If the songs in this world were all like this… listening to ‘Tears in the Iron Window’ would only make his originally decent mood turn gloomy.

"Young master, young mistress, the drinks are here." Just as he was thinking this, one of the nine lackeys, the prettiest one, came with a high-end silver tray. On it were two glass cups that glowed with a captivating purple light, filled with an unknown liquid that smelled of jasmine. Notably, this maid was incredibly perceptive. In just a short time, she had changed into a maid outfit. Her long black hair, her tiny waist, her thighs tightly hugged by black stockings, her rosy lips, her fluffy big eyes, the rabbit ears on her head, and the white fur ball on her butt…

Hong Dalì almost喷了鼻血，愣了好一会，才想起来接过饮料，同时还不忘记伸出大拇指：“要得要得，真是太上道了，美女，你叫什么名字啊，今年多大了？”

“我叫凌小依，今年二十二岁。”听到洪大力问起，女孩赶紧回答。

“不错，看赏！”洪大力吩咐周围其他几个狗腿：“看到没看到没，都学着点，当狗腿子就得有当狗腿子的自觉！记一下，呆会给小依五千块零花。”

“是，是！”几名狗腿子拼命点头，同时暗想，等回去了一定要想尽各种方法，来讨少主人欢心，至于工作——给这样随便一打赏就赏五千的少主当狗腿子，还有专车配备，还上个屁班啊！

现在几个人或多或少都猜出了这个年轻人的身份，绝对是洪家那个败家败到人尽皆知的超级败家子，洪大力洪少爷！

果然，只听他身边的那个女孩不停地哼哼：“洪大力你这个败家子，你知道不知道五千块是多大的数目，哪有一出手就给这么多钱的？”说到这里，唐慕馨也有些委屈起来：“我……我平时一天的零花钱才五百块而已……”

洪大力二话不说：“狗腿子们，知道该怎么办了没？”

其他几个狗腿子还面面相觑不明所以，倒是凌小依最聪明，直接冲着唐慕馨恭敬道：“既然少主夫人手头有些紧迫，那少主给我的消费就先孝敬少主夫人好了，还请少主夫人一定收下。”

听到她这么说，其他几个狗腿子顿时呼天抢地，不停狠掐自己大腿——真他奶奶的是笨死，这么好的表忠心的机会就这么错过了……

果然，洪大力对凌小依的表现相当满意，哈哈大笑道：“恩，不错，不错！有点眼力键，是块当狗腿子的好材料！”说着还不忘教训其他几人：“你瞅瞅你们几个，这么好的机会都不知道珍惜，真是笨到家了，以后都给我机灵点，当狗腿子也是很有讲究地——回来再赏小依五千小费，以后她就是你们的头了，我不在有事就听她的，都听明白了吗？”

“明白了！”其他几个狗腿子“啪”的一个立正。

唐慕馨在一旁看的垂头丧气：“这个败家子……我，我真是彻底败给你了……”

这时候找经理刷卡的那名狗腿子颠颠的跑了回来，向洪大力汇报：“报告少主，今天晚上的消费账单已经统计出来了。到目前为止，在场所有人的消费，再算上我们几人的小费，目前一共是73588元。”

“噗——”听到这个数字，正喝饮料的洪大力一口喷了出来，惊讶道：“你说多少？”

“7……73588元。”那狗腿子擦了把冷汗：“少主，这个钱是……是不是多了点？”

“多个屁啊！”这么多人还算上败家出去的那么多小费，一共才花了73588元？洪大力赶紧在脑子里拉出大败家系统，看了一眼之后顿时气的暴跳：“本来钱就不多，5万块的小费还不算在这里面，我一定是败家的方式不对！”

还剩下一个半小时，还需要败家201912才能完成任务！而且给的小费还不算！

可是这夜总会里这么多人一共才消费两万出头，那得什么时候才能完成任务？

现在再换地方很明显来不及了，洪大力想了想，无比果断的吩咐道：“给我通知下去，通知经理，老板，在场的客人，叫他们把朋友什么的都给我叫来！今天晚上一切消费我买单，快去！”

“好……好嘞！”那名狗腿子擦了把汗，一路飞跑出去通报去了。

唐慕馨看的各种无语：“这败家子为了败家还真的是什么事都干的出来啊，这婚不退是不行了！”

正想到这里，夜来香夜总会的老板急匆匆的跑了过来，等到了洪大力面前，边擦汗边问道：“大力少爷，不知可有时间，能不能听我说两句话？”

洪大力靠在沙发上，几个女仆给他捏腿的捏腿，剥水果的剥水果，看起来要多腐败就有多腐败，他吃了一颗剥好的葡萄，这才哼哼道：“什么事啊？没见本少爷正忙着呢吗？”当个败家子，那自然就得有败家子的觉悟，没有这种派头，那绝对不是一个成功的败家子！

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Hong Dalì almost sprayed blood from his nose, stunned for a moment before he finally remembered to take the drink, while also giving a thumbs up: "Good, good, really impressive. Beauty, what’s your name? How old are you?"

"My name is Ling Xiaoyi, I’m twenty-two years old," the girl quickly answered when Hong Dalì asked.

"Nice, here’s a reward!" Hong Dalì instructed the other lackeys: "See that? Learn from her, being a lackey requires the right attitude! Note this down, give Xiaoyi five thousand yuan for pocket money later."

"Yes, yes!" The other lackeys nodded frantically, thinking to themselves that they would do everything possible to please the young master when they got back. As for work—serving a young master who casually gives five thousand yuan as a tip, with a dedicated car, who needs a job?

Now, the few of them had more or less guessed the young man’s identity. He was definitely the super wastrel of the Hong family, known for his extravagance, Young Master Hong Dalì!

Sure enough, the girl beside him kept humming: "Hong Dalì, you wastrel, do you know how much five thousand yuan is? Who gives so much money at once?" At this point, Tang Muxin also felt a bit aggrieved: "I… I only get five hundred yuan a day as pocket money…"

Without a word, Hong Dalì said: "Lackeys, do you know what to do?"

The other lackeys were still looking at each other, unsure, but Ling Xiaoyi, being the smartest, immediately bowed to Tang Muxin: "Since the young mistress is a bit short on money, I’ll give her the money the young master gave me. Please, young mistress, accept it."

Hearing this, the other lackeys immediately cried out in regret, pinching their thighs—damn, they were so stupid to miss such a good opportunity to show loyalty…

Sure enough, Hong Dalì was very satisfied with Ling Xiaoyi’s performance and laughed: "Good, good! You have some sense, you’re a good material for a lackey!" He then lectured the others: "Look at you, missing such a good opportunity, you’re really too stupid. In the future, be more perceptive. Being a lackey is a skill—give Xiaoyi another five thousand yuan as a tip later, she’ll be your leader. When I’m not around, listen to her. Got it?"

"Understood!" The other lackeys snapped to attention.

Tang Muxin watched, feeling dejected: "This wastrel… I, I’m completely defeated by you…"

At this moment, the lackey who went to get the manager for the card transaction came running back and reported: "Young master, the bill for tonight’s expenses has been calculated. So far, including the tips for us, the total is 73,588 yuan."

"Spit—" Hearing this number, Hong Dalì, who was drinking, spat out his drink in surprise: "How much did you say?"

"7… 73,588 yuan." The lackey wiped his sweat: "Young master, isn’t this a bit too much?"

"Too much my ass!" With so many people and the tips, they had only spent 73,588 yuan? Hong Dalì quickly pulled up the big wastrel system in his mind, and after a glance, he was furious: "I don’t have much money, and the 50,000 yuan in tips isn’t even included. I must be doing something wrong!"

There was still an hour and a half left, and he needed to spend another 201,912 yuan to complete the task! And the tips weren’t even counted!

But with so many people in the nightclub, they had only spent a bit over 20,000 yuan. How long would it take to complete the task?

Changing places now was clearly too late. Hong Dalì thought for a moment and decisively ordered: "Tell the manager, the boss, and everyone here to call their friends! I’ll pay for everything tonight, hurry up!"

"Okay… okay!" The lackey wiped his sweat and ran off to relay the message.

Tang Muxin watched, speechless: "This wastrel will really do anything to waste money, this marriage can’t go on!"

Just then, the boss of the Night Fragrance Nightclub rushed over, wiping sweat as he asked Hong Dalì: "Young Master Dalì, do you have a moment to listen to me?"

Hong Dalì leaned back on the sofa, with several maids massaging his legs and peeling fruit for him, looking incredibly decadent. He ate a peeled grape and hummed: "What is it? Can’t you see I’m busy?" Being a wastrel means having the right attitude; without it, you’re not a successful wastrel!