Chapter 230: Slap in the face by order
was beaten by someone, and you have to watch the person who beat him pretend, no one can stand it, right?
Anyway, Yang Zexin can't stand it......
looked at Zhang Twelve with a hideous face, gritted his teeth word by word: "Do you know what the consequences of beating me are?" β
"I don't know!"
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Zhang Twelve said cutely, which made Yang Zexin feel a sense of powerlessness when his fist hit the cotton......
"You can wait, I won't let you down!"
Yang Zexin said with a sneer.
"Mmmm, I'll wait, I won't let you down!"
Zhang Twelve continued to say with a hippie smile, almost stunned Yang Zexin: What is this thing? Two-skin face? Why is there no heart and no lungs? The Zhang family won't find a mentally handicapped, right?
"Hehe, very good, then let's see, I hope you can stay in Jingzhou for a few more days, so it's interesting!"
"In order not to let you get bored, then I have to stay in Jingzhou for a few more days, haha......"
Looking at Zhang Twelve's smiling appearance, Yang Zexin felt very annoyed, he really didn't want to see him again for a minute, and said to the mellow shopkeeper who retreated behind the door: "Shopkeeper, send off!" β
"General Mo, Young Master Zhang, look at this ......"
The mellow shopkeeper looked at Mo Ye and Zhang Tangwen smiling flatteringly, but he was helpless in his heart, he couldn't afford to mess with any of these people, but the owner gave an order, what could he do, he was also helpless......
Mo Xie has almost eaten the meal, I watched such a wonderful play just now, I was very excited, and I had long wanted to find a place to have a good chat with Zhang Twelve: This little brother is interesting!
"Hehe, labor and management don't want to stay here yet! Brother Zhang, today we hit it off at first sight, let's go, brother is the east, let's go to Chunmange to drink flower wine! β
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The military general is arrogant, and the words of pulling people to the Qinglou to drink flower wine in broad daylight can be said so naturally, at least Zhang Twelve was shocked......
Big brother, I'm a decent gentleman, going to the Qinglou to drink flower wine - can you tell me secretly?
But Zhang Twelve had no intention of leaving, and said to Mo Xie: "Thank you Brother Mo for your kindness, Little Brother is grateful!" It's just that the younger brother can't leave yet, because the younger brother is not here to eat......"
"Didn't you come to smell the fragrance to eat, don't you ......?"
Mo Xie turned his head to look at Yang Zexin, who was red and swollen, the words "Are you just here to beat this goods" never came out, he was afraid that Yang Zexin's red and swollen face would explode when he said it......
"Brother Mo, little brother is here to talk about business!"
"Talking about business? What business? β
"Acquire this smelling fragrance to the restaurant!"
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As soon as these words came out, the audience was stunned again, Zhang Twelve brought them too much shock today, and everyone turned their heads to look at Yang Zexin, the behind-the-scenes owner of "Smelling the Fragrance", knowing that there would be another good show soon......
"Hahaha, that's the biggest joke I've heard today!"
"Hahaha......"
Yang Zexin took the lead, and the people behind him all laughed, looking at Zhang Twelve like fools, but when they looked at Zhang Twelve, they immediately changed their expressions and looked a little cowardly......
A bunch of dogs fighting people!
Zhang Twelve scolded in his heart, and at the same time pointed at Yang Zexin and said, "You are also the biggest joke I saw today!" β
After saying this, he also stretched out his hand and gestured to the side of his face, and made a slap in the face.
Yang Zexin's face turned red again, and he said angrily: "Just because you also want to buy smelling incense?" β
"Why can't I buy smells?"
said it confidently, Zhang Twelve's face was relaxed.
"That's justβthis smell is mine! You still want to buy my things, go dream! β
"Oh, it's yours! That's more convenient, how much is it, let's say a price! β
"You-"
Yang Zexin was about to be laughed at, is this person deaf or stupid? How could a laborer sell a restaurant to him?
"Come on, close the door and thank you!"
In Yang Zexin's view, Zhang Twelve is like a ruffian, but on the bright side, he really has no way to deal with this kind of person.
Scold it - you can't scold it......
Let's fight - it was proved just now that he can't beat it, and he doesn't dare to fight it......
That's something that only inferior people do, how can a person of his level do it? Gan is also secretly messing with him behind his back......
So the best thing to do now is to kick him out, out of sight and out of mind!
"Waitβif you had this, wouldn't you sell it?"
As he spoke, Zhang Twelve slowly took out the gold medal.
Although his face was very calm, in fact, his heart was excited!
It's coming, it's coming, it's going to be slapped in the face - how exciting!
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Seeing Zhang Twelve slowly pulling things out of his clothes, everyone was still quite strange, he looked so fearless, could there be any magic weapon that could not be done?
But what could make Yang Zexin reluctantly sell the restaurant to him - after thinking about it for a while, everyone didn't come up with a reason, could it be a silver ticket?
But Yang Zexin is not short of money?
Everyone didn't know why, and they all looked at Zhang Twelve very seriously, wanting to see what he could come up with.
Yang Zexin also had this idea, he had already decided, no matter what he came up with, even if it was hundreds of thousands of taels of silver tickets - of course, he definitely didn't! He won't blink!
Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated!
If you dare to insult me like this today, you will not succeed!
But when he saw the yellow, orange and orange gold medal in Zhang Twelve's hand, his legs immediately weakened, and he fell directly to the ground, and the others saw the gold medal in Zhang Twelve's hand clearly and also knelt on the ground.
Seeing the gold medal is like seeing the saint, how dare they not kneel?
Heh, Zhang Twelve knew that the gold medal was easy to use, but he didn't expect it to be so easy to use!
As soon as they took it out, the group of people all knelt down - so cool!
No wonder many people rush to be the emperor, everyone has to kneel down when they see you, it's cool to think about it!
"Can you sell it now?"
Zhang Twelve held the gold medal and asked smugly.
"Is this what Your Majesty meant?"
Yang Zexin still felt a little unbelievable, and asked.
"Do you want the Holy One to tell you personally?"
Zhang Twelve tilted his head and said lazily.
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He didn't dare to borrow Yang Zexin's hundred guts! Because...... The Yang family's head is not enough to cut off......
"Shall we sit down and talk about this business?"
ββ¦β¦ I'm feeling a little uncomfortable...... It's good for you to talk to Shopkeeper Song! Leave! β
Someone else has a holy decree in his hand, and in the matter of acquisition, he has no room to maneuver, and staying here will only increase his troubles, it is better to be out of sight, let's slip away first!
Even if you are unwilling, you can only do it later!
He glanced up at Zhang Twelve again, his expression was complicated, and then left with a group of people......