National Goddess: The First Spirit Chef in History

Chapter 113

"The dead wood can be sold for more than a million. When I bought it, it cost 10,000+. You sold it cheaply, and you are still proud of it. You prodigal bitch, you are blind. Good or bad, I'm furious."

The boss stomped his feet angrily. He hit his wife just now in a fit of rage. Now he came back to his senses. Although he didn’t do anything again, he was covering his chest with one hand. The veins on his head were throbbing. He stared at the lady boss with bloodshot eyes, obviously out of anger. It's cruel.

The proprietress is a money junkie. When she heard this, she immediately forgot her guilty conscience and yelled at the boss with her hands on her hips, "Ten, 10,000+? How dare you spend 10,000+ to buy a piece of rotten wood?"

The boss was stunned by the boss's wife's anger. Why can't this confused woman not find the point.

"Be clear, is this the time to talk about this? Besides, why is it rotten wood? Can rotten wood sell for 100 million? You tell me quickly, who did you sell the wood to me? Now, immediately , buy it back for me."

The proprietress finally turned her head around and slapped her forehead.

"Ah, yes, I bought it back, bought it back..." The proprietress turned around in a panic, her mind was in a daze for a while, until she reached the door, she suddenly seemed to remember something, and turned her face to the boss with a crying face: " The head of the family, I don't know who she is, she looks so strange."

The boss was so angry that he wanted to slap her. Thinking of his wife's stingy virtue, he wondered if it was her old problem, so he hurriedly asked.

"Why don't you know who it is? Didn't you ask you to register the user information? Didn't you say that you bought a screen, plus wood, it's a big thing, didn't you deliver it to your door?"

These days, if you want to do a good job in business, you have to provide good service. In addition, the wooden utensils in their store are all heavy things, and delivery is the most basic service.

However, the proprietress always cared about the gas money. When the boss was around, she still looked decent. When the boss wasn't around, she started to be stingy.

Then, the boss really listened to the lady boss's guilty voice, "No, no..."

The angry boss almost slapped her again, and the wife of the boss almost regretted it. At first, she felt complacent about saving gas money, but now, hehe...

"Here, what can we do?"

The proprietress rubbed her hands anxiously, the boss also had a livid face, and the Taoist who had been following the boss had a bad complexion. He was the buyer. At the beginning, he and the boss of the woodware shop fell in love with the piece of dead wood at the same time. He felt it. There was an unusual vitality in the dead wood, and I felt it was useful to me, so I wanted to buy it, but the owner of the wood shop was fooled by the seller of the dead wood.

It's just that he didn't have the money in his hand, so he went back to get the money, but it took a long time to go back. The seller of the dead wood sold the dead wood to the owner of the woodware shop. In order to find this dead wood, he finally found it. When I found the owner of the woodware shop, I could get something at a low price, but this time I had to buy it at a high price for safety.

Fortunately, at this time, a guy came out and said that he remembered seeing the girl buying things in an old furniture store. Maybe that store had the girl's address information.

The expressions on the faces of the boss, the proprietress, and the Taoist immediately changed from cloudy to sunny. The boss patted the guy on the forehead and said, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and lead the way."

So the group rushed to the second-hand furniture store where Wen Qiao bought the Eight Immortals table not far from their store.

The owner of the store knew Wen Qiao well, so naturally he didn't intend to reveal her personal information, but he also knew the owner of the woodware store, so he must be from the same street. They said they sold the wrong goods, and it was nothing else. After thinking about it, the boss decided to take them to Wen Qiao himself to clarify the matter face to face.

So when Mo Shaojun and Wen Qiao were booing about Qinan's origin, the seller of the dead wood directly came to the door.

(End of this chapter)