"Something's wrong...!"
Fifth Qinglan soon discovered something strange about this matter.
“You just said that flour is not sold in supermarkets and markets
If others don't have flour to eat, the city won't get into trouble? "
The little chef suddenly realized: "Yes, we are not the only ones making noodles in Bailu City.
Why is there no restlessness? "
"Go! Call a few people from the store and go to several noodle shops on the street to find out information."
Fifth Qinglan immediately ordered.
Soon, the chefs and waiters of Ye Lan Xiao Noodles were out in force to inquire about the flour.
About ten minutes later, a waiter came back to the store out of breath and said to Fifth Qinglan: "Store, store manager, come and have a look with me!"
Fifth Qinglan frowned and followed the waiter.
The place the waiter took Fifth Qinglan to was a noodle shop also located on Dongmen Street, not far from Yelan Noodles.
When Fifth Qinglan arrived at the scene, he found a transaction going on in front of the store.
A small mountain of flour bags was carried on a three-wheeled motorcycle.
A large bag of flour is being handed over to the chef of this noodle restaurant by a man.
Wu Qinglan's eyes suddenly turned cold.
Because this man who was selling flour was the squinty-eyed young man who came to the store not long ago to collect management fees.
Fifth Qinglan originally thought that after the Fei Group collapsed, this guy would also disappear.
I never expected to meet him again here!
At this time, the conversation between the narrow-eyed young man and the noodle shop chef also reached the ears of Fifth Qinglan.
The noodle shop chef smiled happily: "I can actually buy flour at half the usual price. Thank you so much!"
The narrow-eyed young man waved his hand proudly: "Mr. Wang is doing good things. Just thank Mr. Wang."
"Hello!"
A familiar shout rang in the narrow-eyed young man's ears, making him tremble in fright.
When he turned around, he saw Wu Qinglan's sullen face.
This face had become his nightmare in the past few days!
Just because he went to Yelan Xiaomian to collect management fees, his own company Fei Group was confiscated.
There was no power from the woman in front of him, so he didn't believe it.
Therefore, the young man with squinted eyes had a frightened life the past few days.
However, today is different from the past!
He is no longer afraid of Fifth Qinglan!
"Why do you have so much flour? Sell me a bag too!"
Fifth Qinglan said with murderous intent in her eyes.
The young man with narrowed eyes puffed up his chest and said proudly: "I can sell it to anyone, but I won't sell you!"
Fifth Qinglan narrowed her eyes and said calmly: "Say it again."
Although she has no skills now, she is an elite from the fifth family after all, and her aura is incomparable.
The narrow-eyed young man swallowed nervously, but still stared and said: "I won't sell it! What can you do to me?!"
"very good!"
Fifth Qinglan curled her lips, waved to the waiter behind her, and gave a few instructions in her ear.
The waiter immediately turned around and went into the convenience store opposite. Not long after, he bought a huge U-shaped alloy lock for Fifth Qinglan.
"Hey! What are you going to do, you crazy bitch?!"
Seeing the huge lock, the young man with narrowed eyes suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Fifth Qinglan didn't say anything, and locked the U-shaped lock directly on the wheel of the three-wheeled motorcycle carrying flour.
He clapped his hands and said proudly: "You continue, if you sell it, I will lose."
(End of chapter)