Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 32 Combination Boxing

Raghu wakes up.

No one called him, nor was he suffocated and woken up, he just couldn't fall asleep because of the pain in his eyes.

Healing potions can heal injuries, but they can only restore the functionality of the injured part. The pain and bruises will last for a long time. After the adrenaline wears off, you can only rely on willpower.

"Knock knock!" There was a knock on the door.

"Get out!" Lagu shouted hoarsely, grabbed the cup beside the bed and smashed it against the door.

He hadn't been bullied so badly since he became famous in the gang at the age of 22.

"Boss, I think you should take a look. Our healing potion has been returned."

Hearing this, Lagu endured the pain in his eyes and got up. Returning the goods was a big deal. The healing potion had a shelf life. If he couldn't resell it in a short time, it would be a waste of money.

When I opened the door, I saw my assistant with a worried look on his face.

"Who? Who returned it?"

The assistant hesitated and was a little afraid to look at Lagu.

"Tell me! There are several more companies that are returning goods. What's wrong?"

"Uh, no."

"What's there to be afraid of?"

The assistant seemed to have prepared himself mentally for a long time before he mustered up the courage to speak: "All, all have retired."

"?"

Lagu thought he had heard wrongly.

"Can you say that again!"

"All orders were refunded last month."

"Am I crazy?" Lagu suddenly felt his heartbeat was irregular and his ears were buzzing. "Or are they crazy? It's just a magic movie. Is it necessary to make it popular?"

"Not only the Phantom, but also this." The assistant said as he handed over a stack of newspapers.

Lagu took it and looked at it, becoming more and more anxious.

"The healing potion contains animal feed."

"An evil potion from hell."

“Experts indicate that the agent may have unidentified adverse reactions.”

……

He became so angry that he tore up all the newspapers in his hands, threw them on the ground, and stomped on them hard, as if he could crush the articles by doing so.

"Crazy, all of them are crazy. They are shameless for a little money, newspapers, experts. I just cut corners on work and materials, right? Why do you accuse me of so many crimes? How much did that lousy toy seller pay? Is it wrong to cut corners in business? Who doesn't cheat when selling things? Aren't you a cheat?"

The assistant watched the boss go crazy. His years of work experience told him that even though the boss kept asking questions, he should not answer! Don’t answer! Don’t answer!
"Boss." A bodyguard also came to the office.

"what happened again?"

"Our pharmacy was smashed."

"By whom?"

"Pedestrians, lots of passersby."

"Where are the garrison troops? What do the garrison troops do? Aren't they responsible for maintaining law and order in Twin Towers City?"

"The Guards did it, too."

"Haha." Lagu was so angry that he laughed. The smile on his face was hideous and distorted. Who is the gangster now?

"Boss." The manager came to the office again.

"What happened? Was the factory demolished? I'm not angry. I'm not angry at all, haha."

"No, someone from the Supervisory Bureau is here."

"What?" Lagu regained his senses almost immediately, "Bring me my dress, and find the painting I bought last week. The commissioner likes paintings, so don't just take the painting. Can't you stuff gold coins into such a large frame?"

Ten minutes later, Lagu was dressed, applied thick foundation on his face to cover the bruises, and went to the reception room.

"Commissioner Jack, thank you for waiting so long. I was really busy just now. I apologize for the rudeness. It is really a great honor for you to come to my factory."

"No need to be polite." Commissioner Jack said with a serious expression, ignoring the hand that Lagu extended. "Hey, how can you say I'm being polite? I mean everything I say."

"I heard that the medicines produced by your factory have some quality problems."

"It's just a misunderstanding. For a small business, the most important thing is to operate with integrity. If there are such rumors, we will definitely investigate them internally and will not tolerate them."

Having said that, Lagu gave his assistant a look, indicating that he should take out the painting.

"You don't know, I recently received a painting. I have no knowledge of this area, but I heard that you are the best at appraising paintings. I would like to ask you to help me take the painting away for appraisal. There is no rush. You can return it when it is convenient for you."

Commissioner Jack waved his hand and said, "Don't bother me. I'm just an ordinary person and don't have that many hobbies."

"Don't," Lagu said anxiously, "If you don't like it, how can the director like it? If the director has no hobbies, how can he serve the kingdom better?"

Commissioner Jack remained unmoved. "Don't try to change the subject. Stop production at the factory first. We'll resume production once we have investigated the situation thoroughly."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Lagu nodded and bowed as he watched the commissioner walk away. "Commissioner, please take care. We will investigate thoroughly."

Until the group of people disappeared completely, Lagu kicked the painting, and the frame broke into several pieces, and the gold coins inside scattered all over the floor.

"You're just a lousy errand boy, acting like a big shot in front of me. What are you looking at? Go get to work!"

He could only vent his anger on his subordinates.

He randomly picked up a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, took a big gulp, and walked towards the office in a daze.

However, as soon as he entered the office, he found a goblin in formal attire sitting in his seat.

"who are you?"

The alcohol slowed his thinking.

"It doesn't matter who I am. I will buy your potion factory for one thousand gold coins."

"Hahaha!" Lagu laughed wildly, "One thousand gold coins, who do you think you are? Do you know how much this factory is worth?"

"Nine hundred."

"Hahaha! You're a goblin, but you're still wearing formal clothes and pretending to be a human being in front of me? What qualifications do you have to talk to me like that? Bodyguard, drag this green dwarf out, beat him up and throw him on the street."

Lagu took another big gulp, and the bottle of liquor was almost empty.

Xin 104 had a blank expression on his face, as if he was watching a boring clown show.

"Bodyguards! Where are the people? Are you being paid to eat for free? You are trash, all trash."

He turned around unsteadily, trying to see where the two bodyguards who were supposed to be standing at the door were.

But he was greeted by two drow.

I broke out in a cold sweat instantly and sobered up a lot.

He turned and looked at the strange goblin again, his attitude immediately improved, "I didn't know you really wanted to buy it. I was reckless just now and offended you. The factory can be sold, but can we negotiate the price? After all, this is the result of half my life's hard work."

"Eight hundred."

"No, can you be flexible?" Lagu said in an almost begging tone.

"Where were you when the workers at the factory wanted you to make some allowances for medical expenses for work-related injuries?"

"no……"

"Seven hundred."

"Deal, deal!" Lagu didn't dare to say another word. Although it was almost like robbery now, if he continued to talk, it might become a robbery.

"Very good, you traded the factory voluntarily, right?"

"Yes." Lagu almost squeezed out the word from between his teeth.

"No one is forcing you, right?"

"No."

"Pleasant to work with."

Xin 104 left with Zhuo Er, taking the property rights certificate with him, and before leaving, he said, "You have one day to move out."