Rebirth, the goddess system is super invincible

No matter what Zhang Teng said, the two elders bowed their heads and did not respond.

Liang Zhichao led the people out, ignoring Zhang Teng's provocation.

Looking at the backs of several people leaving, Zhang Teng threw the crutch in his hand on the ground angrily. He couldn't stand still for a while, and fell heavily on the ground, shaking all over his body in anger.

"Boss, are you alright?" the people around him asked concerned.

Zhang Teng immediately pointed the finger at the people around him, and angrily said: "I look okay like this? Why didn't you all beat Liang Zhichao just now? Did I not speak clearly enough? Or are you all deaf? "

Several people dare not speak.

Liang Zhichao's strength was obvious to all. If he stepped forward rashly, he would definitely be beaten.

They were not afraid of fighting, but they were afraid of provoking Liang Zhichao. Once they angered that person, they would have no power to fight back.

Even, it will become a situation like Zhang Teng's, and become disabled for a lifetime.

"Fuck off, I'm too lazy to see you, get away from me." Zhang Teng cursed at the people around him.

On the other side, Liang Zhichao ordered the second elder to be taken to the hospital, and immediately called the police.

Liang Zhichao handed over the money Zhang Teng gave him to the police.

"The money was given to me by Zhang Teng to compensate for the loss and casualties of my factory. The fire in my factory has nothing to do with him. I hope you will work hard and investigate the ins and outs of the incident."

"Okay, we will definitely investigate carefully, and we will not let anyone who breaks the law be spared."

"Thanks for your hard work."

After Liang Zhichao explained everything, he took Jiang Yihan and others to the city center and found a restaurant for dinner.

I've been busy with factory work these past few days, and everyone hasn't had a good meal.

"Just order whatever you want, I'll treat you." Liang Zhichao said very generously.

Sun Zhuang and the others stopped being polite, and ordered a bunch of dishes with the menu.

After eating and drinking enough, Liang Zhichao gave Sun Zhuang and others some money and asked them to take a taxi back, while he took Jiang Yihan around.

Walking around, I came to an antique calligraphy and painting shop.

The boss is in his early sixties, with gray hair, wearing an old-fashioned look, and is explaining a brush to others.

Liang Zhichao listened briefly, and the writing brush was probably from the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty. The emperor bestowed it on the eighth elder brother. It has a carved nanmu holder and a camel hair nib. The price of a pen is 38.

The customer wears gold and silver, grinning, and the front teeth are all inlaid with gold. At first glance, he looks like a nouveau riche.

I don't know anything about the antique calligraphy and paintings here, only know the price.

When the shop owner asked for 38 yuan, he immediately cursed.

"Your shop is a black shop, right? This broken brush costs so much money, why don't you go grab it!"

The shop owner was not angry, as if he was used to such scenes, he smiled and took the brush back.

"Since this guest thinks it's not worth the price, you can look at other ones."

"Tch, are people who treat us as big grudges? I don't think such a store will be open for too long, so let's close it quickly."

After finishing speaking, the nouveau riche left with the enchanting woman beside him.

The boss didn't say anything, he lowered his head and put the brush in a wooden box with a light hand, for fear that such a valuable brush would be damaged.

The boss's son was furious, and shouted at the nouveau riche's back: "You bumpkin, you don't understand anything and you come here to shame yourself!"

The boss hurriedly stopped him: "Xiao Gang, don't talk like that. The visitor is a guest, and the customer is God. They don't understand the value of this brush. We can't blame him, as long as we understand."

"This kind of person is too irritating." Xiao Gang was still very upset.

He always watched his father being reprimanded or insulted by some ignorant people, but he didn't get angry.

As a son, Xiao Gang was very unconvinced.

He is determined to swear back all those swear words, so as not to let his father suffer.

"Forget it. Although this kind of person has some money, he is not a smart person after all. They say that he does not show his wealth. You can see that he is wearing gold jewelry all over his body, as if he is afraid that others will not know how rich he is. Such a person The road ahead must be very bumpy.”

"I hope so." Xiao Gang still had a stinky face.

Liang Zhichao took the brush box, and he noticed Jiang Yihan staring at the brush from the very beginning.

Immediately, the brush box was delivered to Jiang Yihan.

"This is too expensive, I can't take it." Jiang Yihan waved his hands again and again, but those eyes kept staring at the box.

She likes this writing brush from the bottom of her heart, and she has fallen in love with it since the first sight.

"If you regard me as your best friend, you can take it. If not, then I'm just being passionate." Liang Zhichao sighed.

Jiang Yihan hesitated for a while, and finally took the wooden box.

I opened the box and looked at the brush inside, I couldn't hide my fond eyes.

"You two really have good eyesight, this pen..."

"This brush is from the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty. Boss, you don't need to introduce it. I heard it just now. My sister, Hanhan, likes this brush. Wrap it up. I want it." Liang Zhichao called the name without any hesitation. want.

The boss nodded in satisfaction: "This pen has found the best owner, and I'm also happy for it. It's 38, and I only charge you 30 to make friends."

"You don't need to lower the price, just give me the original price. I, Sister Hanhan, deserve better."

Liang Zhichao was not willing to accept this kind of benefit. After removing 10,000, his account was equivalent to [-]+ less.

This kind of loss-making business is resolutely not done.

Xiao Gang was full of curiosity about Liang Zhichao.

In the past, when many people came to the store, they would talk about some relationship, even if it didn't matter, they would talk about it, saying that they knew so-and-so, and the purpose was to let them give some money.

And this person openly asked him some money, but he was not happy anymore.

Jiang Yihan didn't understand, grabbed Liang Zhichao's arm and walked to the side, and asked in a low voice: "Why didn't you let the boss remove the [-]? Are you stupid?"

"Sister Hanhan, don't worry, I have money to pay for it."

"I'm not suspecting that you don't have the money to pay the bill, since it's a benefit offered by the boss, why don't you accept it?
"I think Sister Hanhan deserves better. I'm happy to pay the money."

"But……"

"It's all right, while I'm young, let me be self-willed a few more times." Liang Zhichao half-pushed and sent Jiang Yihan to the counter.

At this time, the nouveau riche just now appeared in the antique calligraphy and painting shop with a woman in his arms, and recognized the writing brush on the counter at a glance.

"Boss, can this pen be cheaper? If it can be tens of thousands of dollars cheaper, I will buy it. They are all business people, so don't be so rigid." The upstart reminded.

Xiao Gang spoke first: "I'm sorry, this brush already has a new owner."