She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"I didn't want to do it in the first place, but since I saw you guys couldn't do it anymore, I just wanted to help you out, right?"

The landlord was flattering the landlord, completely unaware of how bad he was.

Lan Yilin asked the key question the next second: "The 20,000 yuan you mentioned just now, is it the equipment and materials in the store?"

"Of course, but you have to leave the milk tea recipe. Otherwise, if I open a shop and the taste is not as good as before, won't I still lose money?"

"You can't trick me like this, can you?"

Lan Yilin and Lan's parents were all shocked.

How can there be such shameless people in the world?

Take advantage and behave well.

Dad Lan was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick: "What are you dreaming about? Our recipe was figured out by my wife herself, and I won't sell it!"

This is not a question of whether to sell or not. The landlord wants them to give it away directly.

The landlord was even more angry because Mr. Lan was too disrespectful to him.

"No one will buy your formula except me. I can at least get in touch with the person you offended and give you 20,000 yuan. But if the person you offended wants your formula, it will be easy, and you won't get a penny."

The landlord's face was grim: "Think about it carefully, you can't eat your guts."

Father Lan’s face was as gloomy as water: “Don’t think about it, we won’t do it!”

As he said that, he went to pull his wife again: "Wife, let's start packing now and move out later. Don't leave anything behind!"

Knowing that they were playing the emotional card, even if the landlord accepted the bribes, it would be impossible for them to postpone their move, so Dad Lan simply started packing.

The landlord was dumbfounded when he saw this. No matter how hard he tried to persuade the Lan family, their parents remained unmoved.

He even began to doubt whether the 20,000 yuan he gave was really too little.

But these 20,000 yuan just buys a formula and a bunch of junk, what's the shortfall?

The landlord finally got anxious as he watched Mr. Lan push out his tricycle and try to move his things away.

When Lan Yilin went to pick up her cell phone, she saw the missed call.

She sent a text message to Manshu.

He said he was moving and didn’t see Manshu’s call.

The school has already started, and Lan Yilin has asked for leave in the afternoon due to something happening at home.

Manshu was in class and didn't reply in time, but she didn't care.

"Alright, alright, stop being so hypocritical. I'll give you another 5,000..." The landlord slapped his hands. Seeing that the Lan family had packed up and ignored him, he made up his mind and said, "Forget it, I'll just give you another 10,000!"

They paid 50,000 yuan to buy the formula and also paid 50,000 yuan to the landlord to handle the matter.

If the landlord can lower the price, the extra money will be his.

So, after adding another ten thousand, the reactionary showed a painful expression on his face.

He really didn't want to add a penny. Wasn't this family just being stubborn?

"Uncle Wang, please don't take our milk tea recipe. I've never heard of anyone selling the stuff that feeds them. The milk tea recipe is my mother's hard work, I won't sell it."

What's not for sale?

It's just that the money hasn't arrived yet.

The landlord muttered.

On the other hand, Yan Siyu was very surprised when she learned that Gu Zimo wanted to buy the Lan family's milk tea shop and give it to her.

"Brother Zimo, you are still the best to me." Yan Siyu's eyes were red, and she was very moved.

"However, if I can really take over the milk tea shop, it will belong to Brother Zimo. I just want to drink milk tea for free for life."

Yan Siyu knows how to retreat in order to advance.