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Ou Moyuan was annoyed by the old lady's misbehavior, so she reluctantly stood aside.

The old lady Ou didn't bother to look at Ou Moyuan, her mind was all on the diamond that symbolized her status.

Licking his old face, he looked at Bian Zhi with a smile, "Baby Zhi Zhi, show Grandma another look at Diamond? Just one."

Just one glance and three words vividly expressed the old lady Ou's eagerness to try.

The manager walked up to Bian Zhi with a knife in his hand, and reminded in a low voice, "Boss, this old lady is very shameless. Don't take out such a valuable thing again. It will be too troublesome for her to go back and grab it."

As he said that, the manager tried his best to wink at the security guard at the gate and let people come in to protect Bian Zhi.

After hearing what the manager said, Mrs. Ou's face turned dark.

She really wanted to grab it.

With such a precious thing, it doesn't matter if you touch it, you can touch it with your feet.

In front of money, face is worth nothing!

The old lady Ou glanced irritably at the security guards all over the room, and made a displeased look at Bian Zhi, "Bian Zhi, I came to your shop, you should welcome me, that's how you treat elders?"

"If it spreads out, don't you say that your store is bullying customers?"

The old lady Ou really knows the value. After hearing this, the manager's face froze.

Bian Zhi smiled, she was very calm, "Ama Zhi is an international luxury brand in the world, and it doesn't serve all nonsense customers. We have the confidence to choose customers."

Bian Zhi glanced at the bodyguard brought by Mrs. Ou and the bag Lin Rushuang was holding, and smiled.

"Mr. Ou," she looked at the person in the corner again, "Swipe the card or check, we can do it here, since we hold it in our hands, we won't ask our clerk to put it back again," Bian Zhi looked at To the manager beside him, "How much is the total?"

The words fell.

The old lady Ou immediately screamed, "What kind of money? This is your shop, I'm doing you a favor, how dare you ask me for money?"

Bian Zhi didn't answer Mrs. Ou's words immediately, but looked at the manager.

The manager replied respectfully: "850 million."

Bian Zhi laughed, then turned to look at the old lady at the door, "One hundred and sixty-eight million five thousand—"

She dragged her tone, slowly, leisurely, full of sarcasm, "Is your face worth the money?"

Bian Zhi didn't wait for the old lady to answer, but frowned in trouble, and turned her head to look at Ou Moyuan again pretending to be puzzled.

"Mr. Ou, you are from the Ou family and the head of the Ou family. I really want to ask you, is the face of your chairman Ou's worth 850 million?"

After asking this question, everyone looked at Ou Moyuan in unison.

If Ou Moyuan says it's not worth it, then there is no need to pay the money, but the old lady Ou's face will be completely disgraced.

If it is worth——

Then Ou Shi naturally should and is willing to pay for Old Madam Ou's behavior.

In just one sentence, Bian Zhi asked the question and asked Ou Moyuan to make a choice.

More and more people gathered at the door, and everyone was happy to watch. Bian Zhi looked at the surveillance camera with a red light flashing above his head in a leisurely manner.

She chuckled, and in Ou Moyuan's hesitant expression, she reminded him very "kindly", "Mr. Ou, people say that there are gods standing above your head. Everyone is watching your decision today."

Ou Moyuan frowned, and saw the surveillance video of the store.

He pursed his lips, unwilling to spend such a large amount of expenses, but there are so many people present, not for the old lady, but for the name of Chairman Ou's, he has to pay the bill!

"What choice!" Mrs. Ou gradually understood the situation, and said anxiously, "You gave me these things!"

"Send?" Bian Zhi thought it was funny, and she asked flatly, "Why should I send you?"

"Being your granddaughter-in-law for three years, I have to give you more than 1 million jewels?" Bian Zhi frowned slightly, and she said "hey—" and looked at Ou Moyuan, who had her lips tightly closed, "President Ou , I remember that you and I obtained the divorce certificate through formal procedures, and we left the house without leaving the house, am I not mistaken?"

"I've taken care of Chen Yuyan for you for three years. I haven't received any money. Just for this, I have to give you more than 1 million things. Mr. Ou, is your Ou family a rich family, or a Rashomon?"

"Why, I have left the Ou family, and you still don't let me go, now you want to lie on me and suck blood?"

Bian Zhi shook his head lightly, looked at the angry crowd in great distress, and asked innocently, "Everyone said, you can't do this, right?"

In the crowd, someone held a camera.

Bian Zhi seemed to see an old acquaintance, and waved with a smile, "Reporter Wang, long time no see, you're still digging up black material for the Ou family from behind my ass, you happened to be here today, come over and take a picture, what are you doing hiding? ?”

Reporter Wang was embarrassed and wanted to find a hole in the ground to get in, but was pushed out by passers-by. He had to pretend to take two pictures, and then fled out with his neck shrunk.

Bian Zhi chuckled, but slowly flattened her lips little by little.

She looked at the old lady Ou who was more than a head shorter than her, and said coldly: "Today, if you walk out of this door without paying, then I will let you sit in prison!"

"Okay!" No one cheered in the crowd, and everyone applauded in unison.

Thunderous applause resounded throughout the mall.

In the end, Ou Moyuan went to swipe his card in desperation.

With a beep, the credit card machine beeped.

Respectfully, the manager smiled and handed the card back to Omoyuan's hand, and then said loudly in a sonorous tone:

"Sorry, your balance is insufficient, please change to another card."

"..."

"Sorry, your balance is insufficient, please change to another card."

"..."

"Sorry, your balance is insufficient, please change to another card."

"..."

The old lady Ou's face was ashen. Ou Moyuan felt that he had never been so ashamed in his life. Everyone's pointing fingers fell on him like Ling Chi, and he wished he could dig a hole to get in.

When prompted for the fifth time that the balance was insufficient, Ou Moyuan called the accountant, and the accountant asked in confusion, "Mr. Ou, our company is engaged in business. When will the cash flow exceed 8000 million? I paid a sum in the morning." For the loan, there is only [-] million on the book, and we need to pay for the goods tomorrow, if you transfer the money, we will not be able to pay for the goods tomorrow."

Oumoyuan closed his eyes, and the laughter around him pierced his eardrums like sharp knives.

He yelled angrily, "Shut up!"

After scraping around, they finally got enough money, and after paying the money, the Ou family's face was gone.

Lin Rushuang intentionally showed it, and she walked up to the old lady who was almost out of control and whispered in her ear: "Old lady, keep the receipt, this kind of luxury store can return the goods within seven days, when the time comes, I will come and refund it for you. You don't have to come here yourself."

Lin Rushuang's new play is about to start broadcasting recently, and she can't wait to get a face from Mrs. Ou so that she can get some benefits in the future.

But never thought.

After her words fell, the old lady Ou only hummed indifferently, and at the side of Bian Zhi, a sharp gaze was thrown at her at the same time.