Chapter 1527 What?

"My son is naturally favored by Miss Fengjue." The black-robed man looked sideways at Jing Lang and said, "Do you think Miss Fengjue is something a poor boy like you can imagine!? Get out! Get out! "

"Hey! Mr. Zhu is wrong to say that. I see that this young master has an extraordinary conversation, maybe it is appreciated by Miss Fengjue." The people on the side heard the conversation between Jing Lang and the man in black, and immediately took a step forward. Open your mouth and say.

"Huh? As poor as he is, if Miss Feng Jue can look at him, I will call him Grandpa!" The man in black said disdainfully.

"I don't have a grandson as old as you." Jing Lang smiled slightly when he heard what the man in black said, and said in a serious manner.

"You!" The man in black's face turned dark when he heard the words, and when he took a step forward and was about to speak, Mr. Li, who stood aside and spoke first, said, "In my opinion, if that's the case, you might as well come to gamble." Let's see if it is Young Master Zhu who can make Miss Feng Jue show up, or this young master can make Miss Feng Jue show up."

"Just bet! I'm afraid that he won't succeed!?" Mr. Zhu looked at Jing Lang provocatively and said, "Looking at how poor you are, you can't even come up with any money, so I will bet with you!" , if you lose, get under my son's crotch!"

"Kneel down and kowtow three times, and tell me to get out of Yangzhou City!" Mr. Zhu looked at Jing Lang arrogantly, and the words he said seemed to confirm that he would win. The words he uttered, It caused all the people to laugh out loud.

"Okay." Jing Lang nodded slowly, ignoring the laughter of these people at all, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he agreed so easily.

"However... Mr. Zhu, what if you lose?" Jing Lang responded happily, and when everyone hadn't recovered, Jing Lang's sudden words stopped Mr. Zhu, and he was slightly stunned. After a moment, he burst out laughing.

"Hahaha... What did you just say!? You really think you can win!? Hahaha..." Mr. Zhu laughed mockingly, and a crowd of people also laughed.

"I still have to think about it, what if the blind cat meets a dead mouse?" Jing Lang didn't see the slightest bit of anger, just smiled flatly, looked at Young Master Zhu and said.

"Okay! If you win! My son will kneel down and call you grandpa!" Mr. Zhu said arrogantly, Jing Lang hooked the corner of his mouth lightly and said: "Don't bother, if you lose, I will I want something from you."

"What is it?" Hearing Jing Lang's words, Mr. Zhu was taken aback for a moment, looked at himself, saw his purse, immediately seemed to know what Jing Lang meant, and didn't care much. Laugh out loud.

"Hahaha... no problem!" Mr. Zhu responded so easily, Jing Lang nodded lightly and did not say what it was, looked at the people on the side and said, "I wonder who can be in the manor?"

"Come down now." The person who spoke was Mr. Li who proposed.

While Jing Lang was talking with Mr. Zhu, some young masters on the other side also set up a gamble, betting money, and they were all betting to see whether it would be Jing Lang or Zhu Gongzi who won.