He first looked around the top floor decoration and said with a smile: "Young Master Peng, I didn't expect that you could build such a paradise in such a fast-paced place in the imperial capital. It seems that you are very good at living!"

After he spoke, he pulled over the chair opposite Peng Qiulai, and did not care about the expression of Peng Qiulai, who was the master, and sat down directly, leaned his back on the back of the chair, crossing his legs.

Peng Qiulai saw Smith's actions, and a hint of displeasure flashed on his face, and asked impatiently: "Mr. Smith, there is still some time before the delivery on our contract, so we won't be so pressing step by step, right?"

Hearing this, Smith's mouth curled up a cold curve, sneered, and said, "Haha, Mr. Peng, don't think I don't know that the goods that the Peng family prepared for me had been burned. With the current progress of the Peng family's subordinates' work, they can't be built in such a short time. Besides, even if they are driven out, the quality... is unlikely to meet my requirements!"

Peng Qiulai's hands suddenly grabbed, his body thrust forward, and a cold light flashed in his pupils.

Only then did he realize that all the actions of the Peng family were under Smith's control, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart, this miscellaneous!

Smith still had a sneer on his face and continued, "Young Master Peng, don't get angry first! I can refuse the liquidated damages for the previous business, or even treat it as a business without this order."

The cooperative relationship between the Peng family and Smith has not been maintained for a day or two. Peng Qiulai naturally knew that if Smith was more smarter than a monkey if she was covered with hair, how could she have made such a good intention to lose so much in vain?

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Peng Qiulai's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. He looked at Smith coldly and asked in a cold voice.

"Ha ha!"

Smith raised his head and laughed twice. The laughter echoed in the top floor of Huatu Shopping Mall, which lasted for a long time and was extremely cautious.

"It seems that Mr. Peng is a smart person, so I won't say anything secretly! I want the Peng family's counterfeit antique craftsmanship!"

Smith's words sank, and he whispered.

He had long discovered that there was a market for counterfeiting of antiques, and now he is just a middleman for the Peng family to deliver counterfeits to the outside world, and the amount of money he earned was difficult to satisfy his appetite.

Smith planned for a long time, but he didn't expect that Xiao Yang would burn the goods provided by the Peng family to him, which early on the implementation of his plan.

"You're just dreaming in the daytime!"

Peng Qiulai replied in a cold voice.

Smith had expected it, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face, spread his hands, and pretended to be helpless and said: "Since Mr. Peng doesn't have this idea, I have to ask the Peng family to compensate me for the liquidated damages, and I will terminate the contract with the Peng family in the future!"

At the end of the speech, Smith deliberately said and said word by word, as if he was deliberately threatening Peng Qiulai.

After working together for so long, he knew in his heart that the fake antiques made by the Peng family had no sales in the territory of the Han Dynasty. If they wanted to be transported to foreign markets, they had to go through his hands. This was also his biggest advantage that he could speak out and threaten Peng Qiulai.

"Are you threatening me?"

Peng Qiulai's eyes flashed and killed everything, and he asked sternly.

Smith seemed not aware of the change in Peng Qiulai's expression, and still said in the previous tone: "You can understand this way!"

"Ha ha!"
Chapter completed!