The man with glasses only flipped through a few invoices before being stunned by the numbers on them. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Micro garden 153,000 yuan", "ink bamboo 1,500 yuan/tree", "door knocker 3,000 yuan/pair"......

The number was clearly beyond his imagination, "This...... This...... There must be something wrong with this invoice, how can you prove it?"

He said this in his mouth, but he didn't know the bottom in his heart, because who would prepare fake invoices to deal with the landlord.

Mo Fei smiled coldly: "I also said that you have a problem with this lawyer? How can you prove it? The invoice is proof, you can check it if you don't worry!"

One sentence made the man with glasses speechless, and he gave the two assistants a look, and the assistant took the invoice, took out the calculator and began to calculate.

It didn't take long to calculate the results, and one of them said: "Director, not counting the rent, the total is 2.93 million yuan." ”

"Hiss......"

The man with glasses gasped, according to his previous estimates, the decoration of this kind of small restaurant was more than 200,000 at most, but he didn't expect that there would be an extra zero in the back.

He panicked, took out his mobile phone and ran out the door.

"Principal Zhu, the situation has changed. ”

After listening to the glasses man's words, Zhu Ting scolded the street, "Have you checked his invoice? Could it be fake?"

The man with glasses said, "No, I scanned the numbers of a few large invoices just now, and they are all true." ”

"Damn!"

Zhu Ting was a little angry, it cost more than 10 million yuan to buy this property, and the money given by Ye Zixiong was not enough, so he took out some of it from the school.

"You have to count everything they can move, and we'll pay for the rest, you know?"

"I know!" the man in glasses agreed.

"You take the compensation first, and come back to me to settle it. ”

"President Zhu, our money is also ......"

"Dudu ......" Zhu Ting simply hung up the phone.

In the house, Ge Liang said angrily: "Boss, are you really planning to move? Where will you find a house in two days?" Suddenly he had an idea, "Yes, why don't you move to Wanfeng Plaza, I just signed a shop from there." ”

Mo Fei waved his hand and said, "No, I'll move to the second cotton factory." ”

"No!" Gao Hua and Shen Dali cried out together.

Gao Hua said eagerly: "Boss Mo, it's okay to make a warehouse in that place, but it's not okay to open a restaurant, who is going to eat in that corner?!"

Murphy smiled, "Since we want to use it as our base, I'll be the first pioneer!"

His mind has been decided, and no one can persuade him to come back.

After re-approving the decoration costs, the man with glasses asked for Murphy's bank account, transferred 620,000 yuan on the spot, and agreed to collect the house in the afternoon of the day after tomorrow.

When it was time for dinner, the news of Murphy's move spread.

Every time a guest comes in, the first thing he says when he sees Mo Fei is: "Boss Mo, where are you going to move the store?"

When they heard that it was an inaccessible No. 2 cotton factory, everyone was so shocked that their mouths couldn't close together, "Why are you going anywhere? Isn't it good here?"

Murphy smiled, feeling the need to explain.

"If I had moved there, I wouldn't have been able to go there as often...... someone lamented.

"yes, it's so winding that I heard there aren't even street lights at night. ”

"That is, the trees on both sides are tall and big, and the black rumbles, who dares to go there to eat at night?" said one girl.

After sending away several waves of customers one after another, Yan Ruyu broke in, "Boss Mo, do you really want to move?!"

"Don't make any trouble. Murphy said, "The store will be closed after dinner tomorrow, and everyone will not come to eat the day after tomorrow......"

"I thought it was fake news, but what was going on? Why did you want to move?" Yan Ruyu asked eagerly.

Murphy opened his mouth and closed it again, for there was a man standing in the doorway—the Fifth Martyr.

"Sorry......"

The fifth Yan sat on the cuizhu chair, looking a little tired, "It's a pity that I can't stop her." ”

Murphy nodded in understanding.

"It's going to close tomorrow night, if you want something to eat now, I'll do it. Murphy asked him.

"Wait a minute!" Yan Ruyu snorted, "What's the matter, old man, this house is yours?"

Before the fifth could speak, the five or six customers in the room who were eating or talking all stopped and cast their eyes on him like sharp arrows.

"The landlord still dares to come, he is bold enough!" a young man stood up, "Tell me quickly, why do you want to drive Boss Mo away!"

"Yes, say it quickly! Why did Boss Mo provoke you, you have to drive him away?" several people rose up to accuse.

Mo Fei hurriedly came out of the kitchen, "Everyone sit down, this matter has nothing to do with the old man." ”

"Why is it okay?" Yan Ruyu was a little angry.

"The old man is not the landlord, his wife Aunt Qian is. Murphy explained to everyone.

"Forget it, Mo Fei, don't say it, just let everyone scold it out to dissipate my anger, and I can feel more comfortable. The Fifth Dead waved his hand to stop Murphy from continuing.

Hearing the Fifth Martyr say this, everyone was embarrassed to say anything more, and left one after another after eating.

There were only two of them left in the room, and Murphy got up and closed the door of the shop, and sat down next to the fifth.

"Who, old man, is buying this store?" he asked.

Zhu Ting, the principal of a culinary school. ”

"It turned out to be him!" Mo Fei sneered in his heart, "Ye Zixiong, Ren Jiaying, Food Group, I will make you pay!"

The Fifth Mourner sat down for a while, drank a cup of tea, took out a worn-out notebook from his bosom, and placed it on the crystal table.

"Mo Fei, there are intermediate and advanced Divine Tongue Technique practice methods here, as well as the experience I recorded, I have given it to you, and I have the right to make a little compensation. ”

"This ...... I can't help it!"

Mo Fei was about to excuse himself, but the Fifth Martyr had already stood up and staggered out.

"Thank you for the fin wine, my cold poison is mostly gone, and drinking it again won't help much. Tomorrow my wife and I will go out on a long trip, so let's leave it at that. ”

With that, he pushed the door open and disappeared into the cold night.

Early the next morning, a piece of news blew up the circle of friends of Canghai citizens - "Fan Hanhan made an appointment with the crew, but it turned out that he was hiding in a small town to "steal food"". The editor of the website is very undisciplined, and the word "stealing food" is deliberately put in quotation marks, which seems to be somewhat meaningful.

After the citizens satisfied the gossip mentality, not many people really paid attention to which small shop Fan Hanhan went to steal food, but her fans were different, and the places where the idols had been must be admired.

They followed the clues to find the Le Shi Fang, it was the time when the lights were first released, the front of the Le Shi Fang was crowded, but no one spoke, everyone was quietly waiting for a meal in the cold wind.

Fan Hanhan's fans were stunned when they saw this scene, it turned out that in addition to idol beliefs, there were also food beliefs.

Murphy is as serious as ever, and every meal is prepared with care. The only difference is that tonight everyone said very little, they all ate in silence and left silently.

In a rare way, the system opened up the time limit for dinner, and it was almost ten o'clock in the evening when the last guest was sent off.

Chu Luo sat down, a little sad, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Mo Fei handed over the tissue and said lightly: "What are you sad about, tonight is a farewell, and it is also the beginning of ......"