Chapter 116 Your treasure is always a scumbag
Wei Hongqing remembered that Chu Ping borrowed 60,000 yuan from him two days before his death and promised to return it to him within a week. The money was said to be too much or too little. Quite a few, I hesitated for a while before I decided to lend it, thinking that if Chu Pingsheng ran away, it would be money to avoid disaster. If Chu Pingsheng didn't run away, it would prove that he could be trusted.
It turns out that this guy used the money to buy high imitation Sanyang products.
Mayusheng looked at him with horrified eyes.
I thought it would be easy to take advantage of the idiot rich second generation Wei Hongqing and give him a hard blow to the leather king. Unexpectedly, this man named Cao quietly dug a hole for him that could bury him alive.
Chu Pingsheng smiled slightly: "Thirteen yuan."
Mayusheng stood up suddenly, and his whole body was about to explode. Just now he asked for twenty-six yuan a piece, but the other party cut off half of it.
Chu Pingsheng said: "Don't think I don't know. Your high imitation goods cost fourteen yuan a piece. If it costs thirteen yuan a piece, you can still make a profit."
< br>May Yousheng thought he had figured out Wei Hongqing's situation, but it turned out that Cao did the same to him.
Chu Pingsheng picked up a piece of braised pork and put it on Boss Ma's plate.
"Boss Ma, let's choose between going to jail or cooperating with Mr. Wei."
Ma Yousheng looked embarrassed: "This price... is too low."
"No. If you set the price lower, how can Mr. Wei have the space to start a price war with Sanyang Brand? If there is no cost-effectiveness, why should customers give you market share?"
"..."
Ma Yousheng is entangled. I was confused and confused, I almost cried by looking at my expression, and finally my upper and lower jaws touched.
"Okay, just thirteen yuan."
Wei Hongqing admired Chu Pingsheng so much that he didn't expect that he was not only a good fighter, but also a good bargainer. Poor Boss Ma was about to cry.
……
The next day and night.
Huanghe Road, to Zhenyuan.
Vehicles stopped and drove away at the door, and the waiters greeted and sent them away, sweating profusely from their work.
Today’s business is particularly good, because many people are promoting Mr. Bao to spend 2,000 yuan to eat a fried beef river at Zhizhenyuan, and also made a bet with Li that Zhizhenyuan will close in three months. About the appointment.
If Mr. Bao approves of the dishes, of course you should take the time to try them. If Zhizhenyuan really closes down in three months, wouldn’t there be no chance to eat them in the future?
Wei Hongqing, dressed in mink, entered the main entrance carelessly, with a group of boys behind him. It was obvious that he was in a very good mood and even tipped the doorman more than usual.
"Walk faster, raise your head, and give me some energy each and every one of you."
Yin Xiao nodded hurriedly and said: "Understood."
The boy on the left with the same hairstyle as Li Ming said: "Mr. Wei, today Mr. Fan is having a celebration banquet in Zhizhen Garden. It is not appropriate for us to go there at this time... "
The entire Huanghe Road knew that Wei Hongqing did not reach a cooperation with Fan Xinhua because of his lack of strength. The latter fell into the arms of Mr. Bao, and the Sanyang brand became popular as soon as it was launched.
It is conceivable that when Fan Xinhua holds a celebration banquet in Zhizhen Garden today, someone will definitely take Wei Hongqing out and whip his corpse. Going past this juncture is tantamount to adding trouble to his heart.
"What? Are you afraid? Who am I, Wei Hongqing? I get up wherever I fall. I not only want to eat this meal today, but I also want to eat it with style, spirit, and level." ”
This slogan made Pan Jie feel sour to him.
"Mr. Wei, I'm really sorry. You came too late. Our private rooms are all full. Look...just because of Mr. Bao's bowl of fried beef and the three-month bet, we The business in Zhizhenyuan is very good.”
“Mr. Bao ordered the fried beef river?”
Wei Hongqing frowned and said with a look of displeasure: “I ordered it, okay? ."
After saying that, he remembered Cao Asi's terror and coughed again: "Mr. Cao gave me some."
Pan Jie said: "So what, but it's a pity that Huanghe Road only recognizes the golden signboard of Mr. Bao. Mr. Wei, I speak straightforwardly, so don't mind."
Wei Hongqing looked at the younger brother following behind him. They looked embarrassed and said: "Okay, Manager Pan, I won't fight with you about the beef stir-fry. You just need to find a way to free up a box for me. It doesn't matter if it is smaller. Look, I have brought so many brothers. You can’t argue with me, right?” “I’m really sorry, it’s all booked.”
“Where is Mr. Cao?”
Pan Jie thought of the guy who beat Xiao Liuzi until he was hospitalized, and the flesh on his back tightened.
"I didn't see Mr. Cao."
"No, Mr. Cao should have arrived earlier. Manager Pan, are you lying to me?"
"How could that be? ”
“Well, Manager Pan, how about you give me the room that you reserved but no one came? We’ll move out as soon as the person arrives, okay?”
"Well..." Pan Jie pondered for a moment: "Okay."
Wei Hongqing raised his eyebrows and winked to the left and right.
“Let’s go.”
After saying that, he took his younger brothers and followed Pan Jie to the box reserved by Miss Wang at No. 27 on the Bund.
Obviously it was Cao Asi who told him to show off tonight, and asked him to invite the younger brothers who were admiring him to come to Zhenyuan for dinner. Why did he wait for the younger brothers to gather before coming, but it turned out to be too early? One that arrived.
Cao Asi...where did he go?
Pan Jie took them to "Qingpingle" and left. Minmin came over and asked him what to eat. Wei Hongqing ordered yellow croaker noodles for ten people and said that everyone's favorite dry-fried beef river today was actually Mr. Bao and him. the wind.
Minmin knew about this. After all, Mr. Cao ordered her to hook up the dry-fried beef for Yueru. But the problem is that Wei Hongqing made a year-old dry-fried beef in Zhizhenyuan. He, the publicity effect is not as good as that of Bao Zong eating once.
Wei Hongqing didn't know what Minmin was thinking, and while enjoying the compliments of his younger brother, he waited for his brother Cao.
After waiting and waiting, Brother Cao didn't come, but Miss Wang arrived.
She was wearing a bright red coat and was holding a small envelope in her hand. Her black and curly waves reached her lower back. She also wore good makeup, with red lips and white teeth, and a face like a peach blossom.
"You have to get involved in Mr. Fan's affairs. Mr. Bao has some stir-fried beef river, and you order some yellow croaker noodles. Mr. Wei, do you think you are interesting? You stare at Mr. Bao every day, and you have to follow him in everything he does. Boss Bao, don’t you know who you are?”
Wei Hongqing asked, “Ms. Wang, are I familiar with you? Why do you like it when you stare at me every day?” Do you still want to pursue me?”
“Don’t be so sentimental, she’s not looking at you every day, it’s Mr. Bao.” A person patted him on the shoulder from behind.
Wei Hongqing turned around to look, quickly put away his carefree manner, and stood up straight.
“Brother Cao, why did you come later than me?”
"Something happened on the way and I was delayed."
Wang Mingzhu saw the two of them talking nonsense and left her as the owner of the box aside. She suddenly became angry and put her hands on her hips. Said: "If you two want to chat, go outside and don't talk at the door of my box."
"Ms. Wang, I have asked. Mr. Fan has left and Mr. Bao will not come. This box It’s useless for you to keep it, you might as well give it to me. I will give you priority when I have orders in the future. How about it?”
Of course Wei Hongqing doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of Brother Cao. If the business negotiation is not good, he won’t even do it. If you can't even get a private room, doesn't that make you look too incompetent?
“Who said Mr. Bao won’t come?” Wang Mingzhu pouted and glared: “On this Yellow River Road, who doesn’t know that I, Wang Mingzhu, am the best in business at No. 27 on the Bund? I need Will you give me the order? Mr. Wei, you are not afraid of being blown away by the wind.”
Chu Pingsheng looked at Miss Wang, who was chattering so loudly that her ears hurt, and shook his head gently: "Another night Tokyo boss lady."
Night Tokyo boss lady?
Wang Mingzhu said: "Do you know Lingzi?"
"Yes, you are as noisy as her."
Noisy?
He actually said he was noisy?
Wang Mingzhu's almond-shaped eyes were full of anger, and her face was filled with anger. She put her hands on her hips harder and harder: "You are so rude, who are you talking about making noise?"
"Mr. Bao, Mr. Bao, Mr. Bao, will you die without him? Is it possible that you women exist just to prove your worth to a wealthy scumbag?”
The most interesting setting in urban dramas is no matter how big it is. The female protagonist, no matter how awesome the Mary Sue plot is, is all for the strong character of the male protagonist. This is especially obvious in "Flowers". The director worked hard to create two so-called successful women, Lingzi and Wang Mingzhu, isn't it just for " Once upon a time, it was difficult to find water in the sea." That tone makes people feel stomachache.
(End of this chapter)