Be A Millionaire Overnight

At this time, Mann was the one who took the initiative. Other than some bosses who had a lot of money and were willing to listen to him, the other barber shops had no applications.    

    

You say that you don't have any money, and you say that you don't have any attitude at all. Why would you join?    

    

The market value of the company that connected with Mann also rose rapidly, reaching 300 billion RMB now. It was all earned through his own reputation and operations.    

    

This was much better than the market capitalization that Wan Qian was forced to invest in.    

    

Thus, Mann insisted on pulling Wan Qian over to treat him to a meal. This wave of plans, has established the role of Gan Tong Mann in the domestic hairdressing world.    

    

The rest of the barbershops, either joined or copied, went out of business when the imitation didn't work.    

    

Gan Tong Mann is far ahead, occupying the domestic haircut industry.    

    

In this way, all sorts of invitations for meetings, training, and lectures began. Mann had to tell them about his success story.    

    

One of Mannqiang's most important words is "must have a good partner".    

    

The rest is self-evident.    

    

While everyone was curious about the meaning of his words, they all went to find out who his partner was. After finding out it was Qiantong Group, everyone finally came to a realization. So that was the problem.    

    

Only with a large investment would he dare to play like this.    

    

Mann personally drove to Wan Qian, wanting to share the fruits of victory with him.    

    

"Go back." I operate a lot of companies like yours. Not worth mentioning. If I were like you, I wouldn't have to do anything every day. "    

    

Wan Qian stopped the car, rolled down the window and said.    

    

Mann drove a Lamborghini and stopped to listen to Wan Qian's lecture.    

    

"Director Wan, let's have a meal together. Thank you for turning the company into a national haircut leading enterprise. That's what I've been dreaming about all my life. "In my opinion, it is even harder than stepping into the heavens, yet you managed to do it with kacha kacha kacha. It is truly admirable!"    

    

"Scram." Is there even a need for you to do this kind of business? Don't bother me, get busy. "    

    

As Wan Qian said that, he opened the car door, got out of the car and walked towards a small park. With just this small business, he really didn't have any interest in it.    

    

However, to Mann, this was a huge help. No matter what, he had to thank Wan Qian.    

    

"Director Wan!" Cut your hair! "Free ~"    

    

Mann chased behind Wan Qian and shouted.    

    

Seeing that, Wan Qian hurriedly ran away. F * ck, why did this guy stick to me?    

    

Wan Qian finally lost him after chasing him for two streets.    

    

Why is he so good at chasing like a dog? Wan Qian sighed.    

    

At this moment, he had no idea where he had run off to. He was just strolling around nearby when he saw a middle-aged man and a few dozen children in red suits practicing their martial arts on the square.    

    

One by one, they moved about in a vigorous manner, attracting the attention of many people. There were also people who threw money into the circle he drew after the performance.    

    

Wan Qian took a quick look and saw several hundred dollars scattered on the ground.    

    

"Thank you everyone for your support!" Below, I will demonstrate the ancestral cultivation method, Golden Bell Cover! "    

    

After which, he cupped his fists towards the crowd.    

    

An older disciple was holding a red tassel gun, which was seven feet and three inches long. The sharp tip of the spear flashed with a cold light. It was obvious that he was someone who had been on the battlefield before.    

    

Wan Qian found it interesting, so he started to carefully observe it.    

    

The middle-aged man's hands moved from his head to his belly as he pulled out a piece of horseback cloth. His hands formed a 'eight' shape as he pushed them forward.    

    

The eldest disciple stabbed at the middle-aged man's throat with the red tasseled gun in a daze. Everyone present turned around in fright. Only Wan Qian watched with interest.    

    

When the middle-aged man saw this scene, he didn't feel like he scared Wan Qian, so he changed his position and let the red tassel gun come at his stomach again.    

    

The others looked back again.    

    

This performance was too fucking scary.    

    

However, Wan Qian was still unmoved. He had seen bullets piercing his body, not to mention a red gun jabbing at his stomach.    

    

Last time in the research garden, the soft jelly-like armor was called "Iron Wall".    

    

After witnessing its power, the Golden Bell Cover in front of him was nothing.    

    

The middle-aged man was angry when he saw that Wan Qian was still unmoved. This was something that had been passed down through the generations. It had been practiced for most of his life, and it was also his secret treasure. It couldn't even move an ordinary person.    

    

If that were the case, how would he be able to survive in society in the future?    

    

"Young man, I see that your bones are in shock. It seems to be a material for training martial arts." How about it, are you willing to become my disciple and become an honorary disciple? "    

    

After the middle-aged man displayed, there was quite a lot of applause. However, he did not stop and spoke to Wan Qian.    

    

"I don't want to."    

    

Wan Qian rejected him straightforwardly.    

    

What era was it? An honorary disciple? What good can there be in inheriting billions of dollars like me?    

    

Besides, with that little bit of effort he had put in, he still didn't like it.    

    

Hearing Wan Qian reject his master, the eldest disciple walked over from the side with his red tassel gun. "You brat, you don't know what's good for you! My master is from a famous sect in Mount Hua! He would not easily accept a disciple. It was not easy for me to fall for you, but I actually dared to reject you! "    

    

"What, you still want to force me to become your disciple?" Funny. If you want to take me in, that's fine, but show me your true abilities. "    

    

Wan Qian looked at him in disdain and said.    

    

Wan Qian could fight ten people just like him. No, twenty!    

    

"You!"    

    

The eldest disciple raised his red tasseled gun and wanted to teach Wan Qian a lesson, but he was stopped by his master.    

    

"Little brother, my Long family's Golden Bell Cover is not for show. This way, I'll just stand there and let you hit me from top to bottom ten times. "If you make a sound, I'll destroy my own signboard!"    

    

The middle-aged man seemed to sincerely want to take Wan Qian as his disciple, so he said that.    

    

"Master, what happened to you?"    

    

"Able to …"    

    

The disciple couldn't take it anymore.    

    

At this time, the surrounding audience started to cheer: "Hit him! Hit him! Hit him! "    

    

They all wanted to see if this Golden Bell Cover was real or not. It was just a joke.    

    

"It's okay. It just happens to be the right time for Master to demonstrate the power of Golden Bell Cover in actual combat. "    

    

As the middle-aged man spoke, he pushed his eldest disciple away and shouted, "Come!"    

    

"A single punch is enough to hit you."    

    

As Wan Qian said that, he moved his arm a little and then retracted it.    

    

Everyone looked at him in shock. I don't think he did anything. Actually, the punch was done too quickly and he had already retracted it back. From the looks of it, it didn't seem to have moved at all.    

    

The middle-aged man's chest began to cave in and his expression slowly became painful as blood leaked from the corner of his mouth. He slowly fell backwards.    

    

"Master!"    

    

The disciples behind him shouted. He didn't know what had happened.    

    

"You hurt my master! I want to fight it out with you! "    

    

When the senior disciple saw his master fall to the ground, he was so angry that he raised his red tassel gun and pointed it at Wan Qian.    

    

Wan Qian, on the other hand, did not have the Golden Bell Cover. He was so scared that he quickly dodged: "There's something wrong with your logic!"    

    

Hearing that, the first disciple was stunned, he didn't know what Wan Qian meant.    

    

"Even your master was defeated by me, can you beat me!? If you defeat me, are you still your master's disciple? He had long since become a master! Is this logic!? "    

    

"I... This … "You …"    

    

The head disciple scratched his head with the red tassel gun, unable to figure out what was going on. It sounds like it makes a lot of sense.    

    

He was the disciple of his master, and logically speaking, he shouldn't have been able to beat his master. Otherwise, he would have become his master, and his master would have become his disciple. Wan Qian defeated his master, so how could he beat Wan Qian?    

    

In other words, he had been reckless.    

    

Just like that, a robust young man was tricked into limping by Wan Qian.    

    

"Hurry up and call 120!"    

    

Seeing the middle-aged man fall to the ground, one of the bystanders thought that he had failed his performance and smashed his own foot into the ground. However, no one suspected that it was Wan Qian who did it. Because no one had seen him do it.    

    

However, Wan Qian knew how much of his strength he had used. and how to treat it.    

    

Thus, he pushed everyone aside and turned the middle-aged man over. He then threw another punch at the spot where everyone was watching from behind, which could be considered as knocking back the pressure in front of them.    

    

Everyone saw that Wan Qian only attacked when the middle-aged man was unconscious.    

    

In the end, the middle-aged man, who had a lifeless look on his face, came back alive. He suddenly jumped up and stretched his arms and legs, feeling much more relaxed.    

    

It turned out Wan Qian's attack just now was too fast. Although he was using his fist, it created the effect of poking his acupoints.    

    

Ye Zichen patted again in the opposite direction, just in time to get his acupoints opened up. No one knew what was going on, and they all thought that Wan Qian had ambushed the middle-aged man. Only the middle-aged man knew that they had met a true expert today.    

    

Therefore, he came in front of Wan Qian and shouted, "Putong!" He knelt down and shouted, "Take me in as your disciple!"    

    

Wan Qian actually took him in as a disciple.