"I don't care! Anyway, you have to pay the service fee, otherwise"
The young man with narrowed eyes said with a cruel expression.
"Huh? Didn't you just talk about service tax?"
Fifth Qinglan asked with a smile on his face.
"Uh, yes! It's service tax!"
"Huh? I remember it's business tax, right?"
"Stop talking nonsense!"
The squinted young man had lost all his patience, pointed at Fifth Qinglan and roared: "If you don't pay, don't blame the brothers for not being able to open your store!"
As he spoke, the four people he brought with him all showed evil smiles and crackled their joints.
"Store manager, do you want to report the crime?"
The waiter's face turned pale with fright, and he trembled behind Fifth Qinglan.
"No, if they want to demolish the store, let them demolish it."
Fifth Qinglan rolled her eyes, smiled and waved her hands.
The waiter almost passed out.
She was recruited by Murong Tingmeng from the talent market with a high salary. She thought she was about to have a wonderful life, but she never expected to meet such a weird boss lady.
But how could she understand the little thoughts in Wu Qinglan's heart at this time.
"Hmph! Shi Yehong wants me to be his working girl, but I won't let him get what he wants!
What Poyelan noodles are so awful!
I just want them to destroy the store and the best thing is to pay for that kid's death.
Then I will have another reason to fish in troubled waters around him, hehe! "
Thinking like this, Wu Qinglan couldn't help but smile proudly.
The five people opposite:.
In fact, these harsh words are just their usual threats.
You must know that this is not a street vendor, but a high-end restaurant located in a bustling business district.
Tables, chairs, and pillars are made of steel and iron, each one stronger than the other.
They are just ordinary people, not excavators!
Even if we really ask them to demolish the store, they won’t be able to demolish it!
In the past, when threatened by them, most merchants were frightened and hurriedly compromised. How had they ever seen such a ruthless person like Fifth Qinglan
For a moment, he was in a dilemma, not knowing how to continue this extortion.
Seeing that the five people did not move, Fifth Qinglan couldn't help but impatiently urged: "What are you doing standing still? You should quickly dismantle it!"
Just when those five people were in a dilemma, there was a commotion on the streets of Dongmen.
At the end of the street, a white car slowly drove in.
Then I saw people one after another running past the store in a hurry.
"Have you heard? Shusheng Zeng Feng has come to the software park!"
"Oh my God, it's the living Zeng Feng Shusheng!"
"His Zeng Feng's cursive calligraphy has always been the object of my copying. I, I'm so excited!"
These groups of white-collar workers, like ardent fans chasing stars, flocked to the white car.
Facts have proven that these days, if you write well in your calligraphy, you can have fans.
Because there were too many pedestrians, the car had no choice but to stop.
At the same time, reporters who smelled the smell rushed over.
As soon as Zeng Taoyin got out of the car, he was surrounded by reporters, "word fans" and passers-by who liked the fun.
"Zeng Shusheng, you have appeared in a public place for the first time in eight months. Do you plan to participate in business activities?"
"Shusheng Zeng, can you reveal the details of the work you are currently creating?"
"Mr. Zeng! Please sign your name for me!"
Zeng Tao frowned and said nothing.
Beside him, a handsome and shy young man was helping Zeng Tao hide and said: "I'm sorry, please give way. Master Zeng is about to write an inscription for someone."
The people around him suddenly took a breath of cold air and quickly moved out of the way.
(End of chapter)