Chapter 9

"Go to hell, you still have the nerve to talk about skills!" Tang Muxin actually had a pretty good temper, but she found that every time she spoke to Hong Dali, the wastrel, she always felt an urge to hit someone.

However, Hong Dali didn't seem to mind at all. Wasn't it just about being wasteful? What was most important now? Money was a trivial matter; the various attribute points given by the system were the real deal!

What could being wasteful get you? A massive amount of attribute points! Health points! Without health, who knew when a fall might lead to a fatal breath? What use would a hundred billion, a thousand billion, or a trillion be? Therefore, the body was the capital for being wasteful. A certain actor on Earth once said, "The most tragic thing in life is to die with money unspent..."

Tang Muxin pouted and sulked, having already decided a thousand times over to break off the engagement when the time came. On the other hand, Hong Dali casually picked up a pen, signed his name on the contract, and then transferred the first payment of 400,000 yuan to the nightclub owner's account.

Everything was settled. Just 48 minutes before midnight, the cold electronic voice in Hong Dali's mind spoke up—

"Host's first task: First wasteful act completed, rewarded with one attribute point. Current total wasteful spending: 298,088 yuan, exchangeable for two attribute points. Allocate now?"

Allocate, of course, it had to be allocated!

Without a second thought, Hong Dali added all three attribute points to his health index. A faint, dim light flashed, and Hong Dali felt an incredible comfort in his chest, as if he were soaking in warm water, warm and cozy. After this feeling passed, Hong Dali felt much more energetic.

Hahaha, this system is indeed useful! So, let's be even more wasteful next!

At the same time, the cold system voice sounded again—

"New task for the host: Wasteful spending of one million yuan within a week. Task reward: Five additional attribute points."

Wasteful spending of one million yuan in a week was no challenge for Hong Dali, who had already bought this nightclub. However, the tricky part was that it wouldn't be easy to get so much money from his parents. He would have to think of a good plan.

At this moment, the nightclub was already getting more and more crowded. After all, it was said that all expenses tonight were free, and who could miss such a good deal?

One person told ten, ten told a hundred, and by the time Hong Dali finished signing the contract, the nightclub was already packed with people, with a rough estimate of two to three thousand people!

This was exactly the scene he wanted, the effect he aimed for!

Hong Dali, accompanied by nine lackeys, swaggered onto the stage, snatched the microphone, and shouted loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight is our party night! All expenses here will be on my tab! Tell me loudly, who am I?!"

The crowd below shouted frantically, "Hong Dali!" "Hong Dali!" "Hong Dali!"

Hong Dali pursed his lips, put his hand to his ear, and showed obvious dissatisfaction, "Is that it? What kind of person am I? Tell me! Your voices are too low, I can't hear!"

The entire scene erupted, "Young Master! Young Master!" "Super wastrel!" "You are the sun in my heart, the beacon of my path!"

Only then did Hong Dali show satisfaction, raised his hand to signal, and laughed, "From now on, until the same time next week, all expenses here will be completely free! Free! What are you waiting for? What are you hesitating about?!"

A whole week of freebies! What an exciting message! In no time, the entire first floor of the nightclub was filled with wild cheers, "Long live! Long live!" "Long live Young Master Dali!" "Young Master, I love you!"

Only then did Hong Dali show satisfaction, waved his hand gracefully, and said, "Lackeys, let's go, let's go upstairs and take a look!"

Tang Muxin stayed two meters away from Hong Dali, feeling extremely embarrassed to be seen with this wastrel, utterly embarrassed!

Now that this place was practically his property, Hong Dali was about to take a look around when a sarcastic voice suddenly rang out, "Oh, I knew it, who else could cause such a commotion but my dear brother, ha ha." The voice was cold and sharp, with obvious hostility, and Hong Dali turned to see a young man in a silver-gray suit accompanied by two bodyguards approaching, saying as he walked, "Brother, after not seeing you for two years, you're still as unimproved, ha ha ha."

Looking at the young man in front of him, Hong Dali instantly had several thoughts: "So impolite, the relationship between the two of us is definitely not friendly. He dares to speak so arrogantly, he must be from the Hong family, but I don't know which branch. Two years without seeing each other, and he starts with cold sarcasm, this guy must be quite jealous of me. Hmm, his eyes keep darting around, especially towards Xinxin, this guy seems to be quite lecherous."

In an instant, he analyzed so much information, but on the surface, Hong Dali just chuckled and said nonchalantly, "I've always been like this, how could I miss such a good opportunity to be wasteful? I wonder why you're here, are you planning to freeload too? Don't worry, I've already said everything is on me, I don't mind one more or one less person. I just didn't expect you to come to freeload, that's quite a surprise."

Since Hong Dali said everything was on him, this brother who suddenly appeared could indeed be considered a freeloader. Hong Dali's sarcastic words made his expression quite interesting. He clearly paused, then chuckled and looked at Tang Muxin standing next to Hong Dali, subtly changing the subject, "Ha, this girl is really pretty, Dali, you have good taste, may I ask her name?"

"My fiancée, Tang Muxin." Hong Dali pulled Tang Muxin into his arms, subtly blocking part of the other's view, and said, "You don't need to worry about this, I can handle it."

"Tang Muxin? Surname Tang? Are you Tang Ruishi's daughter?" Hearing Hong Dali mention Tang Muxin's name, the young man immediately put aside his other thoughts. Tang Ruishi's father and the old patriarch of the Hong family were once life-and-death friends, and such a person was not someone he could mess with. The atmosphere was now awkward, so he had to make small talk, "Yes, if you're Tang Ruishi's daughter, then I don't need to worry about it." As he spoke, the young man moved closer to Hong Dali and chuckled, "Actually, I came today for two reasons: one, to check things out, and two, I have something I want to collaborate on with you, Dali."

"Oh? Collaboration? You and me?" This time it was Hong Dali's turn to be surprised, "What do we have to collaborate on?"