"Going to England?" , hearing Dulac's words, Zhang Feng's brows gently frowned, then smiled slightly and said, "It's better to talk about it when the time comes, I'll think about it myself when the time comes ... ."
"By the way", hearing Zhang Xiaofeng's words, Dulac asked towards Zhang Feng as if he suddenly thought of something, "How much money do you have on you now?" .
"Hm?" , Zhang Feng looked at Dulac suspiciously and said, "What? Are you short of money?" Said, in his own body's pocket pulled out, will that two thousand dollars out of the money said: "I still have more than two thousand, you lack of money to spend if I will give you all it ...".
"It seems that I still owe Shu Qingyi some money?" When he mentioned money, Zhang Feng suddenly thought of it.
"Is this all the money you have?" Seeing the money in Zhang Feng's hand, Dulac asked with a deflated mouth, apparently this amount of money was not something he could see.
"What? Not enough?" , seeing Dulac's look, Zhang Feng asked, then helplessly said, "This is all I have, if you still want it, we can only rob the rich and give to the poor ourselves ...."
"Robbing the rich to help the poor?" Upon hearing Zhang Feng's words, Dulac was first slightly dumbfounded, then said angrily, "What did you say? Stealing? Oh, Supreme Satan, what have I seen? As a noble Blood Race, you actually want to steal? You are truly the scum of the Blood Race!!!" , only to see Du Lac pointing at Zhang Feng with righteous indignation and cursing angrily.
"...", seeing Durak's sudden fury, Zhang Feng was puzzled, is it that damned nobleman's etiquette again? Can't something like stealing even be thought of?
Helplessly putting the money back into his pocket, Zhang Feng said with a spread of hands, "Then there is no way out, I only have this much, it seems that I can t help you ...."
Upon hearing Zhang Feng's words, Du Lac gave a look of being pissed off by you and said, "Who said I want your help? I'm just checking to see if you have enough money on you, otherwise, don't even be able to afford the airfare to the UK when the time comes."
"Oh?" Zhang Feng looked at Du Lac and said, "You mean you want to give me money? Good thing, without money on my body, many things are really inconvenient ...," thinking of the scene when he borrowed Shu Qingyi's money to buy clothes some time ago, Zhang Feng said with a feeling.
"Here you go ...," Durak casually flicked his hand, a golden shadow electrified towards Zhang Feng, "The money inside is for you to spend, it should be enough for you to spend for a while . ."
"Pah ...", Zhang Feng raised his hand and took it, it turned out to be a bank card of the Bank of China, looked at it, Zhang Feng asked, "How much money money ah?" .
"Not much", Dulac said with a disinterested look on his face, "It's only about 10 million dollars, I don't remember exactly how much, but it should be enough for you to spend for a while... ".
"... Ten million dollars is not ... much?" , hearing Dulac's words and seeing his expression, which indeed wasn't a feigned disinterest, Zhang Feng couldn't help but ask, "Why do you have so much money? Could it be that vampires like to rob banks when they have something to do?" .
"What did you say?" , hearing Zhang Feng's words, Duracke again almost stormed out, saying, "Settle down, how can we, elegant Blood Clan, go back to do that kind of indecent thing?" .
"Calm down calm down ... ", seeing Dulac's appearance, Zhang Feng hurriedly said, "Your current appearance has a loss of demeanor oh... ".
This tactic has been tried and tested time and again, upon hearing Zhang Feng's reminder, Du Lac forced down his anger, and resumed that noble temperament, but he still looked at Zhang Feng angrily and said: ''How many times have I told you that the Blood Race is noble, and those things that are out of character, how can we possibly do them? If the evidence is not conclusive, I really doubt that you are not a real blood race, really, with you during this time, my demeanor is not at all ...."
"Then why do you have so much money?" , Zhang Feng finally asked suspiciously while changing the topic.
"Seeing that you don't know anything about the blood race above all, I'll forgive you for the last time", looking at Zhang Feng as if he hated his iron, Duracell said in explanation, "Our noble blood race, it is never possible to be short of money to spend, do you know why? " .
"Why?" , Zhang Feng asked suspiciously.
"Life, a long life is enough to make any Blood Clan rich, like our Blood Clan's clan, inherited for so long, God knows how many industries are explicitly or implicitly controlled by us? Especially those thirteen clans, they have been inherited for thousands of years, and have existed since before the ancient medieval times, so it can be said that every clan is rich as a nation."
Said this Duracell slightly a meal, then said: "And back a million steps, even if not to engage in industry, for the long life of the blood race, is to pick up a broken bowl by the way, wait until a thousand years later, have become a national treasure antiques ...".
"Er ...", heard the words of Duracell, Zhang Feng thought, it is really so, those international companies, at most, only more than a hundred years, which has the blood such immobile thousands of years of ah? The inheritance of thousands of years, that wealth is really unimaginable.
"So for the blood race with a long life, money, in fact, doesn't care at all", finally Duracell said in a summarizing style, "Especially for the pureblood descendants of the thirteen clans like you, their pocket money is simply an astronomical figure, of course, for the blood races with clans, all are will not lack of money to spend, only according to the different levels, the amount of pocket money that can be received in the family is also different ...".
"Oh ...," Zhang Feng nodded and said, "Then the Blood Clan is really rich, right, how is the pocket money that different Blood Clans can get counted?" .
"This is not easy to say", Duracell heard Zhang Feng's question, anyway, it is also boring, the south of the world can be chatted, say as long as it is about the blood things, Duracell have the passion to say, "like us such as the members of the thirteen clans, the ordinary blood it about, a month is almost only a few hundred thousand dollars pocket money. Hundreds of thousands of dollars of pocket money, and like me such as the baron level it, there are two million, the viscount level is five million, the count level of ten million, of course, like you such as purebred blood exceptions, you are the most noble in the blood clan, so the money, but also will not be limited, you can take unlimited ... ".
"...", hearing this huge figure from Duracell, Zhang Feng said, "Then, according to the exchange rate between the US dollar and the Chinese yuan, this ten million dollars of mine is almost equivalent to a month's pocket money for you? " .
"En ...", Dulac nodded and said, "Although I haven't gone back for several years, I haven't spent all the money I used to receive in the family, and this ten million dollars, it's just small money now ...
Having lived for more than a hundred years, how much wealth has Duracell accumulated? Just thinking about it can tell, this month's pocket money, for him, it's really just small money ah ...
Finally, Zhang Feng had to sigh secretly: "The original bloodsucking are some king million ah, no wonder a one to get like the aristocrats, with so much money to smoke a few hundred years, even if it is a beggar also have to become aristocrats ah ...".