bookpower Chapter 237 - 127: What Does It Feel Like to Casually Fire Thousands of Bullets?
Chapter 237 - 127: What Does It Feel Like to Casually Fire Thousands of Bullets?
Two days later...
Thanks to the hotel’s nourishment, I had finally replenished the lost vitality...
Considering that I was 24 years old, I was actually in the prime of strength and health; normally, even doing it several times a day, I could keep going for ten days or half a month without a problem...
But that was just the basic situation...
That day I ended up keeping six models...
In a state where everything was spread evenly, that was a starting point of six times...
Later on, it was just firing blanks, no bullets left...
Anyway, indulging in such extreme pleasures without regard for my health was something that, once a year, or even every few years, was enough...
Any more than that, and even Iron Man wouldn’t be able to handle it...
As for physical problems, like whether I could bring back some local ’specialties’ from Hong Kong Island, like some kind of love bug...
I did worry about that...
But after Zheng Jiayi showed me a stack of documents, it alleviated that concern of mine...
The so-called documents were health examination certificates that the Hong Kong Yacht Club had the models do the day before...
Forget about communicable diseases...
Even girls with a hint of gynecological issues were turned away at the door...
Initially, I was shocked by this thoroughness. Could they really be so considerate? But after a moment’s thought, I understood...
People who frequently walk by the river hardly avoid getting their shoes wet. Not only do ordinary people understand this, but the rich understand it even better...
Compared to those ordinary people messing around in nightclubs, those who play with wealth know how to protect themselves, and they have the means to do so...
...
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"Mr. Gu, our hotel applied to the Hong Kong civil aviation authorities two days ago for your request to take a helicopter to Yangcheng City, and it was approved. But the civil aviation authorities have communicated with our hotel today...
The reason is simple...
Even if I lost a lot, I believed the system would compensate me...
Though also an indulgence, why spend a billion on something I don’t enjoy when I don’t have to give my hard-earned cash to others?
And that’s exactly why I gave up the idea of going to Ao Island...
...
I couldn’t be bothered to dwell on it and stood up, walking towards the office area...
If I couldn’t go to Yangcheng City today, then I’d just spend a day playing games in the hotel. I had started to enjoy the Southeast Asia Server’s noobs in these past two days; no matter how much they got killed, they never surrendered, and almost every game I could rack up twenty to thirty kills...
As for whether the presidential suite, costing 120,000 a day, was too extravagant for playing games, that wasn’t within my range of concerns...
Just think of it as a 5,000 yuan per hour internet cafe...
Just as I sat down at the desk and had just instructed Zheng Jiayi to bring me some fruit, the phone in my pocket suddenly rang...
I glanced at the caller ID which showed Wu Yifeng’s name and chose to answer.
"Hello, Gu Heng, are you still on Hong Kong Island?"
Wu Yifeng’s voice still had that standard, carefree, rich second-generation attitude...
Hearing his words, I responded while booting up the computer, "Yeah, I’m planning to head back to Yangcheng City today, but the civil aviation authority’s flight approval is still pending. Probably won’t get back until tomorrow."
Wu Yifeng: "???"
"Civil aviation authority? You’re taking a private plane back?!!"
Wu Yifeng’s voice grew louder, eventually almost cracking...
It was within his realm of acceptance when I rented a yacht for 650,000 a day...
But taking a private plane back to the Mainland was just too much...
After all, he was a rich second-generation with a few hundred million in family assets and had never experienced what a private plane felt like. Now, hearing me talk about it, he instantly felt unbalanced...
It’s always been others who envied him; how could it be his turn to be envious?
"No, it’s actually a helicopter."