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Chapter 120 Little Depressed, You Are Dead!

Huang Yubo looked at Li Jiangnan a few times and knew that the young man was Ye Qinglai's inexpensive son. He couldn't help but snorted with contempt: "I said there is a problem, there is a problem."

"My sisters saw it just now. It was because I drank the unclean leicha from your house that I had only been sucking my stomach several times."

"They can all testify for me, and you cannot tolerate denying me!"

Her two card friends and sisters followed suit and said in a high profile: "Yes, we can testify!"

"It's this Leicha restaurant that sells the Leicha unclean, which makes Sister Huang diarrhea."

"We saw with our own eyes that Sister Huang was sweating coldly after drinking Lecha and almost fainted."

"It was better for me to get some medicine for her to stop her stomachache..."

Huang Yubo snorted and said, "If you dare to deny it, don't blame me for making the big deal and closing your black store!"

The onlookers were talking, some believed it, and some didn't believe it, and most of them were watching the fun.

Li Jiangnan looked at Huang Yubo, and was very excited and full of energy. How could he say so seriously?

It's just that I drank iced lei tea and felt a little stomach upset.

Li Jiangnan said coldly: "Since there is a problem, why did other customers not experience diarrhea after selling so many cups of lei tea?"

"How do I know?"

"Anyway, I just got a stomachache, so you should pay for it!"

Huang Yubo's face collapsed again and directly taught a lesson: "Little slut, if you don't lose money, don't blame me for making the big deal!"

"I will ask my husband to send someone to check. Once you find that your Leicha restaurant has hygiene problems, I will tell you to take care of it if you can't eat it!"

Threat, this is a bare-fruit threat.

All businesses are very clear that the so-called "hygiene inspection" can only be a problem-solving pressure.

The standard is in the hands of others. People say that your store is dirty and messy, and even if you make the store spotless, you can still pick it out.

What's more, this so-called "other" is Huang Bapo's husband.

"Forget it..."

An old man watching couldn't bear it anymore, so he pulled Li Jiangnan's arm and kindly reminded: "Don't make things bigger, talk to her about the price and pay some money."

"If things get bigger, your store will be even more unpaid..."

"Yes, boy."

"It's better to have less things than more. Tell her about love and spend some money to eliminate disasters..."

Ye Qinglai was a honest and honest woman. Seeing that the neighbors and neighbors were persuading this, of course, he knew how powerful it was, so he persuaded his son: "Jiangnan, don't talk about it anymore, let's pay some money..."

Seeing that the other party had signs of surrender, Huang Yubo hummed disdainfully: "Little slut, I advise you to be smarter."

"My husband is a specialty in the marketing management department for supervision. You can use your pig's head to think about it carefully. Fight with me, what will happen to your store?"

"Don't talk nonsense, pay the money right away!"

"Five thousand yuan, no dime can be lost!"

Huang Yubo stopped talking nonsense, spread his hands and showed his domineering face.

Li Jiangnan looked at her and almost laughed angry.

Who is Li Jiangnan? How could he pay money to someone like Huang Bapo?

That's right, five thousand yuan is not too much for him, but when he encounters such a thing, he won't pay a penny, and he will definitely teach someone like Huang Bapo a lesson.
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