Zhan Wuyou counted.
One hundred and fifty.
Yan Qing and herself smashed a total of 150 Ru kiln incense burners. The entire elevator was covered with debris, piled up to a height of five or six centimeters.
Zhan's father and son squatted down and held their heads. Their bodies were covered with debris, which fell down with a slight movement.
What a mess.
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"The quality of these incense burners is pretty good." Yan Qing clapped her hands, and pulled Zhan Wuyou halfway into her arms.
Zhan Wuyou leaned on him like a boneless man, heard his chest quiver slightly, and asked, "What does Patriarch Zhan think?"
Zhan Jinru's signature gentle smile was put away, leaving only a numb face. Cooperate with spit out two words, "Not bad."
"Heroes see the same thing." Yan Qing turned her head and glanced at Xiaobai who had been waiting by her side all the time, "I am used to respecting the elderly, since Patriarch Zhan likes it, and a gentleman does not take away people's love, let Patriarch Zhan do it."
Xiaobai was very kind, and the credit card machine printed out a series of numbers with 'pa da pa da' and sent it to Zhan Jinru, "Mr. Zhan, there are a total of 150 Rujiao incense burners here, and 20 of them are 'Ru kiln incense burners'. Made by Wang's relatives, the market price is 100,000 yuan, totaling 2.45 million yuan. Shenxiang wood is added to the smashed furnace in the private room of your son, which costs 100,000 US dollars per kilogram. A total of two and a half million."
It doesn't count if you lose face in public, but you have to pay 2.5 million in compensation.
Zhan Jinru stared at the debris all over the floor, like a chicken being strangled by someone's neck.
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When Zhan Wuyou was pressed on the operating table for stitches, Zhan Jinru's distorted face was always in his mind.
Sao is still Yan Qingsao.
Domineering and smashing people, and the unlucky guy who gets smashed will pay the bill, and only a bossy man like Yan Qing can do it.
But no one dared to ask him to make a theory.
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The one who sewed Zhan Wuyou was a male doctor in his forties. He sewed quickly and steadily, and he did not forget to ask, "Do you feel dizzy or want to vomit?"
"I don't want to faint, and I don't want to vomit." Zhan Wuyou had been injured a lot in his previous life, so his heart was clear. It looked bloody and screaming, but it was actually a trauma.
There are not many patients at this point, and the doctors are not so busy.
I am used to the usual questions and answers, so I sighed while sewing, "This scar is a bit long."
Zhan Wuyou paused, "Will it leave scars?" Even though Yan Qing is quite a boss, he is actually only one of the Yan dogs.
"The young man is still afraid of leaving scars?" The doctor chuckled twice, "If you are worried, I will open a bottle of growth factor for you."
Zhan Wuyou thought about the frequency of his injuries, "Then you can open two bottles for me."
"good."
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Yan Qing was waiting outside the operating room.
After standing for a minute, I received an overseas call.
Wang Zhi finally found a clue, he couldn't wait to share it with Yan Qing, and was eager to return home.
He really can't stand the food in a foreign country! Even the instant noodles here have regional characteristics. Now he is craving spicy hot pot pickled fish, thirteen-flavored crayfish, iron squid pot-wrapped meat layer cake, oolong machito...
"Do you still remember the suite in the hotel?" Wang Zhi held a piece of paper with most of the shoe prints in his hand, and said in a jerky voice, "I checked the front and back before I checked in, and there was nothing unusual about it." , but today a customer with persecution paranoia lived in the suite on the top floor, insisting that he saw a footprint on the edge of the wall on the balcony. He suspected that someone had sneaked into the room."
In line with the idea that he would rather miss it than let it go, Wang Zhi re-entered the penthouse suite while the delusional customer was being murdered and made a fuss at the front desk.
The footprint was found by the customer near the balcony of the master bedroom.
Wang Zhi checked carefully at the beginning, and made sure that there were no strange footprints near the balcony.
But now, on the corner line about two meters away from the balcony, when the angle is slightly sideways, a very shallow shoe print can be vaguely seen.
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It was probably brought out by Yan Qing, and the ability to act is up to him.
Wang Zhi is also a bold one. He found a piece of copy paper, and without any protection, he stepped on the thin frame of the balcony, carefully turned sideways along the slightly convex edge of the wall, and copied the footprints. Carve it down.
"Perhaps it was a surprise. I compared the video clips from Lu Zheng Hei again and again. After replaying the little thief jumping off the elevated road in slow motion, I made new discoveries."
Wang Zhi's voice carried the comfort of finally coming to the finale after a long wait, "When he jumped off, he happened to reveal part of the sole pattern, which is exactly in line with the shoe print outside the house!"
"This little thief has been to the room?" Yan Qing was addicted to cigarettes, but he didn't have a cigar at hand, so he picked a leaf of a treasure-free tree that stretched out by the window, curled it into a long and thin shape, and put it on the corner of his lips.
The slightly astringent green grass flavor escapes from the mouth.
Wang Zhi's excited voice couldn't hold back, "This shoe print is very common, but this brand is mainly sold in China, and it is a new product this winter. I went back on the same flight as you. Lord Yan, look, am I going back to China today?"
Yan Qing narrowed her eyes dangerously, spat out the treasure-free leaves, and said, "Come back."
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Zhan Wuyou walked out of the emergency room wearing gauze.
He did ten stitches in total, using absorbable cosmetic thread.
I didn't think about whether I would lose my appearance when I set up the layout, and I was reminded by the doctor during the stitching process, so I realized that I was worried about losing my appearance.
Yan Qing is such a good-looking person, she naturally picks a lot of people she likes.
In case he is really scarred, this Yangou will move on...
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"Isn't it ugly?" As soon as he went out, he threw himself on Zhan Qing, interrogating him from the soul.
In fact, it's not ugly, Zhan Wuyou himself is good-looking, his skin is thin and tender, and the wound is close to the root of his hair, so it won't affect his appearance at all.
And this nervous look is so soft and cute.
But can Yan Qing say good words that warm people's hearts
He opened his mouth and spit out a word, "Ugly."
Zhan Wuyou: "..." I shouldn't have asked!
"However," Yan Qing added as if panting. "Ugly is just to my liking."
Then stride forward.
As ugly as you like? !
What a bad line.
But... Zhan Wuyou tasted it for a while, but didn't feel disgusted, so he trotted happily to keep up, while pretending to be casual, "Aren't you busy with that matter, why did you come here suddenly?"
Yan Qing glanced at him, "I already have some eyebrows, and I happened to have an appointment with someone, just a coincidence."
Liar, it's obviously for me.
Zhan Wuyou thought happily in his heart, but he cooperated with Yan Dashuai to force him, "Master is really powerful, you can find out with such skill, is that person your enemy?"
"Huh?" The emergency room is on the first floor, and the car is parked directly outside, and the two of them have already reached the side of the car during the conversation.
Zhan Wuyou obediently sat in the co-pilot and put on his seat belt. "Isn't it usually set like this? He wants to take me as a hostage to threaten you, so he won't want to marry you, right? Since it's not a marriage, it's probably because of a grudge."
Makes sense.
But Yan Qing offended as many people as carp crossing the river.
Not long ago, there was another Zhan family.
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Every movement of Zhan Jinru turned into ashes all over the place.
The exposed skin was intertwined with sporadic blood and debris, and the clothes were also cut a few times, looking extremely distressed.
With this appearance, he still went to see Mr. Wang and talk about land.
He swiped his card to pay with a sullen face, and walked out of Gaoshan Residence quickly.
Yan Qing's first blow was so hard that Zhan Zongyan felt dizzy now.
After getting out of the elevator, the eyes of the onlookers made him feel as if his whole body was covered with ants. He followed closely behind Zhan Jinru, his face full of aggrieved and indignant.
That bastard Zhan Wuyou must have framed him!
Obviously he could dodge it, but he just stood still and let him hit him, and that Yan Qing, who appeared so coincidentally, was clearly premeditated!
He should have known!
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The two got into the car one after the other.
As soon as Zhan Zongyan got into the car, he couldn't help saying, "Dad, Zhan Wuyou did all of this!"
Zhan Jinru lived for more than forty years, and it was the first time that he was ashamed to the point of wanting to kill someone.
He wanted to be calm and calm, but Zhan Zongyan, who was sitting in the back seat, started to blare as soon as he got in the car.
"From the moment I entered the door, I felt that something was wrong. When I asked him to kneel down, he repeatedly opposed me..."
The veins on Zhan Jinru's forehead twitched violently.
He made Zhan Wuyou kneel down? !
In his mind, Yan Qing's face of the king of Hades flashed in front of his eyes,
He suddenly realized.
No wonder, no wonder!
No wonder Yan Qing was so aggressive when she came up, he was implicated by this bastard!