The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 250 I Don't Eat Much

The security guard shook his head and said, "Boss, no one will believe what you say. Can a person eat a porcelain bowl? Why don't you eat one and show me?"

The boss was stunned for a moment, yes, there is really no way to explain this matter clearly, how could that dwarf eat the porcelain bowl into his stomach, and there is nothing wrong with it.

There are no surveillance cameras in his shop, as long as that person doesn't admit it, he really has nothing to do with that person.

Feilong ran to Mo Huasong's side and said, "Boss, I really didn't expect that you are as smart as me. Actually, I also thought of this trick to deal with that unscrupulous boss, but you said it first."

Mo Huasong gave Feilong a blank look. If Feilong had such ability, he would have said it early in the morning, and would he still tell himself with a bitter face that he has no money?
Fat Dragon is not usually thick-skinned, something will happen to such a strange creature and his side.

But before Mo Huasong told Fei Long to go away, Fei Long had already said: "Brother, you are my boss now, you can't drive me away anymore, you can't talk nothing."

Mo Huasong was a little speechless. Fei Long was right. As a cultivator, he had to keep his promises, and he couldn't go back on what he said, or he would damage his Dao heart.

Mo Huasong nodded and said, "Okay, follow if you want, but how is your stomach, do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No need, I used to be poor, I ate whatever I had, no matter what I ate, I couldn't die." Fat Dragon patted his thin chest and shook his head.

"Fine, follow me." Mo Huasong could only walk forward. "If you want to leave me, I can give you a sum of money."

Feilong glanced at Mo Huasong, and felt that the other party didn't have much money, so he might as well eat and drink for free with him.

So, Feilong shook his head desperately and said, "No, I want to follow you, the boss. But you will pay me to eat, drink, whore and gamble in the future."

"What?" Mo Huasong was angry.

"A slip of the tongue, it's food, drink, housing and transportation." Fei Long hastily changed his words.

Mo Huasong walked to a place in the front where medicinal materials were sold, and as soon as he entered, he asked, "Boss, do you have any good medicinal materials here, preferably old ones, the older the better."

A middle-aged man came out, glanced at Mo Huasong, and said disapprovingly: "Our pharmacy is very famous in the medicine garden. How can there be no good medicinal materials? But, can you afford it?"

"I have money, as long as you bring out the good things." Mo Huasong didn't take it seriously, the last thing he lacked now was money.

"Okay." The middle-aged man glanced at Mo Huasong, and asked the waiter next to him to bring a 500-year-old ginseng. "100."

Without saying a word, Mo Huasong immediately transferred the money and asked for this 500-year-old ginseng.

A little worse, but better than nothing.

"Is there any more? 1000 years old, or even older." Mo Huasong said.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes wide. This young man is indeed a rich man.

The 100 million was spent just now, without blinking an eye.

"Boss, come inside. I have a lot of good stuff." The middle-aged man's attitude was now respectful, and he hurriedly invited Mo Huasong and the others inside.

Mo Huasong and the others sat in the rest area inside, and the waitress hurriedly poured tea for them, and there were some biscuits and other snacks on the tea table.

When Feilong saw something delicious, he quickly picked it up and ate it without saying a word.

As soon as the waiter finished pouring the tea, Fat Long yelled, "Beauty, is there any food left? Serve some more, your tea table has nothing to eat."

"No more?" The waitress looked at the tea table in disbelief. Just now she put a lot of biscuits and so on. Even if Mo Huasong and the others ate it, it would take a long time for them to have it as their dinner. .

But when the waitress looked over there, she found that there were really no biscuits on the tea table, and there were many empty bags of biscuits in the trash can.

Seeing this, the waitress had to go get the biscuits again.

Mo Huasong saw Feilong ready to move, so he couldn't help asking: "Fatlong, haven't you eaten at noon?"

"Eat a little." Fat Dragon grimaced. "You don't know. Your girlfriend only gave me 100 yuan at noon yesterday. I ate a few lunch boxes and I was not full."

Mo Huasong's eyes were wide open: "What? How many lunch boxes are not enough? How much do you eat in one meal?"

"Not much, just a little." Fat Dragon stretched out four fingers.

"Four big bowls of rice?" Mo Huasong asked.

There is not much rice in the box now, only a small bowl. Although Feilong looks a bit disabled, it is understandable to eat four bowls of rice in one meal.

"Not four, but forty." Fat Long said with a salivating face: "Boss, you must feed me from now on."

"Damn it, forty bowls of rice isn't much?" Mo Huasong felt a little dizzy.

If I let someone follow me, it's just such a worthless person who may make me poor.

"Hehehe, not many." Fat Dragon rubbed his head and smiled.

Mo Huasong really wanted to punch Feilong unconscious, who is this?
After a while, the waitress came over with more than a dozen packs of biscuits, and Feilong started eating them hungrily again.

The shop owner came over with a notebook, and frowned secretly when he saw Feilong's messy appearance.

If Mo Huasong hadn't just paid 100 million immediately, he would have thought that Feilong had come to cheat for food and drink.

"Boss, look at the information here, everything you want is here, and there are pictures." The shop owner handed the notebook to Mo Huasong.

Mo Huasong opened it, his eyes glowing with heat.

This pharmacy really has a lot of good things, that is, the ginseng here is several thousand years old, and there is another one that is more than 1000 years old.

There are also some thousand-hundred-year-old medicinal materials that Mo Huasong needs.

"I want these." Mo Huasong pointed at the pictures with his fingers, and the shop owner hurriedly wrote them down in his notebook.

After finishing writing, when the store owner was about to calculate how much money was in it, Fei Long called out: "Boss, do you still have food? Don't be stingy, I am a big boss with this one, and we have plenty of money. Bring up everything to eat."

The waitress looked at the empty tea table, a little speechless.

The shorty was too good to eat, and ate those biscuits again.

The shop owner said to the waitress, "Go get the biscuits again."

Mo Huasong ordered so many things just now, how much are those biscuits worth?
The waitress said with a bitter face, "Boss, there are no more biscuits in the back."

"This, that's it, I'll buy it later." The shop owner didn't want to say anything, and hurriedly counted what Mo Huasong ordered.

For a moment, the shop owner's face was a little dignified, and he asked Mo Huasong cautiously: "Boss, the total is 15 billion. This is the first time you come to our shop, I will give you a discount, as long as 3000 billion is enough."

"15 billion?!" Fei Long was waiting for his food with his legs up. When he heard the price quoted by the shop owner, he slid off his chair in fright and fell to the ground.

My dear, how much money does this young boss have?

If I had known that he was so rich, I just asked him to give me [-] million and sent myself away.

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