Great Demon King Airborne Rollover [Quick Transmigration]

As the sun was setting, Ander was arriving home in a rickshaw. When he opened the courtyard door, he heard voices coming from inside, and his heart sank.

The wife was talking to a man, and when she saw him coming, she said, "Lao An, Mr. Chen said he is your friend, so I'll invite him to come in for tea and wait for you to come back."

The visitor was in his thirties, and there was a deep brown scar on the right side of his face. Even though he was wearing a suit and trousers, he couldn't hide the banditry that went against his clothes.

Ender was taking a deep breath and telling his wife to go outside, saying he had something to talk about.

The wife responded, she went out and closed the door, and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. She always felt that this Mr. Chen was not a kind person, and he didn't look like he was here to discuss business, and she didn't know how Ander met him. of.

The door was closed tightly, and Mr. Chen cut straight to the point: "I recommended a few regular customers, why didn't I see you sell the goods to them?"

Ander was sweating coldly on his back, and forced himself to be calm: "I guess they don't care about this. Someone came to buy it, and I sold it early in the morning."

With that said, he put the money on the table.

Mr. Chen took it over, then stared at An Dezheng for a long time before saying: "Sure, today's is just an appetizer, consider Shopkeeper An. I'll have someone send the second batch to you tomorrow, I just hope Shopkeeper An doesn't always It's self-assertion."

He bit the last four words so hard that Ender was choking for breath.

"We are now grasshoppers tied to the same boat. Shopkeeper An is a smart man. He should know what to do and what not to do. Otherwise, we would not have been arrested, and your family's heads would be wiped out. Wouldn't it be worth it?"

By the time Ender was sending people out, it was already 15 minutes later.

Ander was standing at the door, looking at the back of the other party going away, suddenly felt powerless.

The next day, Ender was sitting on the second floor, thinking about it over and over in his mind.

Someone nearby said with concern: "Shopkeeper, you don't look very good-looking, are you feeling unwell? I'll ask someone to bring you a cup of hot water."

Ender was silent, staring straight at something without any focus, and after a while he calmed down and forced a smile: "Okay, I'm sorry."

The man conveniently put a newspaper on the table and said, "Look at it first and divert your attention. Today's newspaper is not bad."

Ander couldn't move his mind, he pulled the newspaper closer with his hand, and looked at it subconsciously, his eye sockets instantly dilated.

"Crunch." The chair legs rub against the ground.

Ander was already standing up abruptly, panting heavily, his gaze fixed on the photo under the front page of the newspaper, the person who was executed in it was yesterday's Mr. Chen.

The accountant on the second floor was taken aback. He couldn't stand the sudden stimulation because he was too old. He put his hands on his heart and asked, "Shopkeeper An?"

Bloodshot eyes were spreading in Ander's eyes, he crumpled the newspaper tightly with his hands, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Ander was thinking of Qu Yang's words: "I promised you to deal with those people within two days, and I will naturally do it."

In just one day, the trouble that had been bothering him and almost dragging him into the abyss had been perfectly resolved.

Then, what he promised will naturally be done, not only to do it, but also to do it beautifully!

……

"Honey, we haven't seen each other for a day. I'm like the dew that has lost its moisture, hanging on the leaves in vain, and I'm about to dry up and die."

"If possible, I hope you can respond to my desire. Don't leave me alone anymore, even if you can't meet, just reply to me with a few words."

"..."

Qu Yang lazily leaned back, between his slender fingers were two pieces of letter paper, an unexpected harvest he found in the mailbox.

0641 recited with emotion, while patting the goosebumps growing on his little arms, what kind of oily thing is this.

Standing beside Qu Yang, Mao Liu caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, and immediately shivered from the soreness of the pretentious words.

After appreciating Lin Maoyuan's masterpiece, Qu Yang lowered his hand, leaned close to the newly replaced flower arrangement in the vase, and sniffed it gently.

It is quite scary to be able to say three points of affection into ten points, except that poets are liars and cultural hooligans.

"Throw away the letter and we'll go out to the theater."

Mao Liutuan threw the letter into the trash can, Qu Yang looked at him quietly, always feeling that half a catty of sunflower oil could be squeezed out of the paper.

Ever since he recognized Lin Maoyuan, Lin Yi always took him with him when dealing with Fushoumen's accounts or going out to discuss business, and taught him his lackluster business experience.

Today was no exception. They booked a private room and had a lively meal and chat with several merchants who provided ingredients.

Lin Yi's chubby face was flushed, and his flesh turned the original beautiful outline into ruins.This person started to talk nonsense when he was drunk, and occasionally slapped the table or stood up, which seemed to be pointing the country.The people next to him followed suit and flattered him.

Lin Maoyuan was sitting next to him, handsome and unrestrained, he was the one who came out with Lin Yi recently, obviously he was very important.

Thinking of hearing the rumors, the food supplier raised his glass to him: "I heard that Mr. Lin is a good-looking talent, and I saw him today. He has such a business talent at such a young age. He has a bright future in the future. Don't forget it when the time comes." Pull and pull us."

"Oh, that's it."

Hearing this, Edward Lin patted Lin Maoyuan's shoulder with a smile, quite proudly.

Lin Maoyuan responded modestly: "I don't dare to do it, all the uncles are joking."

He drank the wine in the glass, a blush appeared on his face, and the mind paralyzed by alcohol flooded with pleasure.

This is the life he was supposed to have, but it was more than 20 years late.

There was a knock on the door. Lin Maoyuan went to open the door and found that it was the old man who was always with him. His face was full of anxiety:

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"Uncle Zhong, what happened?"

The people in the private room also looked at the door. Lin Yi relaxed his fat, nestled in the chair, squinted his eyes and looked this way: "Old Zhong, if you have anything to say, speak slowly."

"Master is not well, something happened at the branch!"

Hearing this, Lin Yi casually waved his palm-sized hand: "Just let Ander deal with it. He worries about the affairs of the branch, and nothing serious will happen."

"But master, someone over there almost died because he ate something he bought from the branch store! There are several of them, and now they have come to the door! Many people are watching around there, and they can't control the scene anymore."

"Treasurer An can't handle it, so I can only look for you. If I can't handle this matter well, the signboard of Fushoumen will be smashed!"

Only then did Edward Lam wake up from the wine.

He took Lin Maoyuan out of the box, and the food vendors closed their doors, but they changed faces.

"Tsk, sooner or later the Fushou Gate will fall into Edward Lin's hands."

"It sounds serious. Can Fushoumen survive this?"

"Hey! Isn't this obvious! When the Jiang family was still there, there was no way to find out this kind of thing. It's not like you don't know how much weight this man weighs. Just wait and see, this sign will be accurate within a month." Smelly."

It was still a tea shop not far from the branch, Qu Yang sat inside and could have a panoramic view of the situation outside the branch.

People gathered around the door of the branch to watch the fun, and in the open space inside was a group of angry family members of patients, discussing with Ander for an explanation.

"No! There is nothing wrong with my husband's food. It was only after eating your pastry that he started vomiting and diarrhea. He fainted! Don't try to shirk responsibility!"

"I'm sorry to see you. My poor son is still lying on the bed. It's all because of you black-hearted people in Fushoumen!"

"If we don't give an explanation today, we'll keep blocking the door to see whether it's your store's reason for deceiving customers or the reason for it!"

An Dezheng said: "Everyone, don't get excited, we have to determine whether there is something wrong with the food in our Fushoumen..."

"What's there to be sure about? It's just that the ingredients in your Fushoumen are not clean!"

"Yes! Maybe she's still sick!"

They blamed them all at once, and An Dezheng could only helplessly say: "Hey, if there is really a problem with the food at Fushoumen, we will definitely be responsible for making up for it. Don't worry about that."

When Lin Yi and Lin Maoyuan arrived at the place, they separated from the crowd and walked inside. On the way, they were recognized by someone: "This is Lin Yi, the unscrupulous boss of Fushoumen!"

As soon as this person yelled, the people beside him not only refused to give way, but stepped on his shiny black leather shoes when Lin Yi passed by, and scolded his fragile waist.

When Lin Yi broke out of the siege with a dark face, he was already in a state of embarrassment, he was shaking with anger, and the family members who were eager to ask for an explanation came to him again, buzzing like flies.

"If my son can't wake up, I will fight you hard!"

"Losing money quickly!"

When An Dezheng saw him coming, he wiped off his sweat and said, "It's true that so many people in this family have problems eating, or we..."

His temples twitched, and Yi Lin flicked his sleeves and said, "How can there be problems with the food sold by our Fushoumen?"

Lin Maoyuan thumped in his heart, and secretly said that he was not good. He stretched out his hand to hold Lin Yi, reminding him to pay attention to his words, and Lin Yi directly opened that hand.

Lin Yi was already very angry when he squeezed in just now, he pointed at the people around him, and then pointed at the crowd watching the theater behind him: "You brought these people here to make trouble, isn't it just to frame me at Fushoumen? My signboard? I’ll pay you back, I’m sorry!”

"Get out! Get the fuck out of me!"

The voice from the chest was very penetrating, and the scene was silent for a moment.

Qu Yang blew away the dense white air, took a sip of his tea, lowered his head and concentrated on writing, and didn't care about that.

When Lin Yi said harsh words, he was reckless and decisive, commanding his bodyguards to push people out.

Lin Maoyuan's lips twitched, it was too late when he wanted to save him.

The bodyguard had just pulled up the crude line of defense and forcefully forced the person to retreat. A gray-haired old lady in the family started howling as soon as she slapped her thigh:

"People in Fushoumen don't behave like human beings! Let alone killing someone, they will drive the whole family to a dead end!"

Like hot oil pouring into a pot, the crowd became furious all of a sudden, and a group of people counterattacked, wishing to tear Lam Yiu alive.

"Don't look at it," Lin Yi smiled contemptuously at Lin Maoyuan, turned around and left, "These people are so cheap, it's useless for you to reason with them, don't you mean that our shop is a big bully? Hey, it really is bullying Let them see one of them. Even ordinary people with flat hair dare to bully me, look at me... ah!"

The more Lin Maoyuan listened, the more anxious he became. From now on, the Fushou Gate will belong to him. It would be bad if it smashed the signboard. He followed behind Lin Yi with a fluttering mind, feeling that there were a few winds around him. Grab it.

Just now, the lowly and insignificant ordinary people in his mouth were kicking him on the ground.

"How dare you run away with a black heart? Don't even think about going out without an explanation!"

Lin Yizheng was more stupid than An Dezheng had expected. Shopkeeper An retired and walked up to the second floor leisurely. When he saw the newspaper again, he flicked his fingers in a good mood.

"Tomorrow's front page."