The Godly Rich System is looking for a replacement, and I've become a weapon!

Several people were trying to stop him, but the kid just kept charging forward, looking like the two of them had a deep-seated grudge.

Zhang Yifang had no doubt that if he were truly given free rein, he would really give the fruit platter two more bottles of wine.

What grudge? What resentment?

Chen Hu brought over a plate of melon seeds and other snacks. After he entered, Feng Biao had someone close the door to the private room.

Now, almost everyone in the private rooms is sticking their heads out to watch the excitement.

"Shut up! Don't you know what you're doing? Why are you calling the police?!"

"Brother, there's no need to get so angry when we're out having fun. You've already hit someone and caused a scene. I'm here to run a business, so tell me what's wrong."

Feng Biao ignored Zhang Yifang and first scolded the fruit plate, then stood in front of the troublemaker and asked.

He'd better give a clear explanation, otherwise Old Feng isn't one to be trifled with.

Feng Biao had some influence, and after he intervened, the troublemaker stopped.

"Brother Biao, it's not that I wanted to cause trouble at your shop..."

Do you know me?

Feng Biao interrupted him and asked.

"Brother Biao, my name is Wu Jinhao, and my brother is Wu Jinpeng from Hansheng Aquatic Products."

Upon hearing this name, Zhang Yifang stopped eating sunflower seeds, and Feng Biao also turned to look at him.

Well, I've gotten myself into this mess while I was just watching the drama unfold.

Da Peng's younger brother, no matter what the reason for his trouble, he has to help him settle it.

Even if you're in the wrong, you have to wait until you get back and hand it over to Dapeng Education.

"Brother Fang, look at this..."

Feng Biao had something to say but dared not say it. How could this be such a coincidence!

If Zhang Yifang weren't here today, even if Wu Jinpeng came, he would still demand an explanation.

Now! He still needs an explanation!

But I couldn't muster any backbone.

Wu Jinhao followed Feng Biao's gaze and looked at Zhang Yifang.

What the hell!

Big Brother!

I was too caught up in my emotions to look closely at who it was, and I didn't recognize them.

He was worried that if things escalated, they would suffer losses.

Now the parents have arrived!

No matter how you look at it, he's in the right today.

Zhang Yifang threw the sunflower seeds in his hand into the trash can and patted the crumbs off his hands.

"Old Feng, tell everyone to get out and go do what they need to do!"

After everyone left, only Zhang Yifang, Chen Hu, Feng Biao, and the two parties involved remained in the private room.

The fruit platter wasn't badly damaged; it just got hit by a wine bottle. It'll be fine after a few stitches.

"Tell me, what happened?"

Zhang Yifang sat on the sofa, glanced at the fruit plate where someone was covering their head with a towel, and looked up to ask.

At this point, Wu Jinhao suddenly started to stammer.

He struggled for two minutes without managing to utter a coherent sentence.

Chen Hu got impatient and threw a handful of sunflower seeds at him:

"Are you mute? Brother Fang is asking you a question, can't you hear me?!"

"No, Tiger, I'm just embarrassed to ask. It's too shameful."

Wu Jinhao hurriedly said that if he was any later, he was afraid he would get beaten up.

Chen Hu glared at him and was about to stand up, which startled Wu Jinhao, who took two steps back and quickly waved his hands.

"No, no, no! I'll talk, I'll talk, Tiger, please sit down first."

"She said 'oh' just now, but after that she lied to me, saying she swallowed it, then she kissed me forcefully and spat it back out."

At this point, Wu Jinhao's voice trembled with grievance and even a hint of tears.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yifang, Chen Hu, and Feng Biao all leaned back in shock, looking at Guo Pan and Wu Jinhao.

Worth.

This is infuriating!

Holy crap.

This young man!

With that mouth, wouldn't it be full of childish accent?

The fact that he didn't kill her is already quite restrained, isn't it?

After a long silence, Feng Biao spoke first, addressing the fruit plate in a low voice:

"What the hell were you thinking?"

"The boss's completely drunk! I thought he was my girlfriend!"

The fruit platter was covered in blood, and now it was giving a sheepish smile, which was actually quite creepy.

I can tell from her voice, this woman and her husband usually have pretty perverted ways of doing things.

Her words made Wu Jinhao feel even more aggrieved:

"Fuck you! Why weren't you confused when you were looking for the payment QR code? Do you and your partner have to scan a code before you even do anything?"

The fruit platter, far from being ashamed, took pride in it and arrogantly retorted:

"So what? Everyone has their little quirks. You have to pay for a ride on a kiddie ride at the supermarket, but you don't have to pay for a car?"

Hey, you know what, it actually makes a lot of sense at first glance!

Zhang Yifang burst out laughing.

Feng Biao looked constipated, glancing at the fruit plate several times as if he wanted to say something but then hesitated, unsure of what to say.

And you still want some trivial explanation!

At this moment, Wu Jinhao came over and slapped them twice, and they had no choice but to accept it obediently.

Anyone would be furious in this situation.

They spent money!

You bastard, you fed someone a mouthful of their child?

He'd been running a nightclub for years and had seen many fruit platters offend customers, but this was the first time he'd ever seen such an offense.

To be honest, I don't know how to do this to him.

Who should compensate whom for this?

Feng Biao really didn't know what to say, and after a long while, he finally managed to utter this sentence:

"Brother Fang... I'm sorry for troubling you. I'll take responsibility for today's matter."

Zhang Yifang waved his hand, then raised his chin toward the fruit plate, looking both amused and exasperated.

"If this kid gives you a bottle, I'll give you 20,000 yuan, and we'll call it even, okay?"

Feng Biao quickly stopped him:

"Brother Fang, how could we let you spend money? We were in the wrong today..."

Zhang Yifang waved his hand to interrupt him, then habitually touched his pocket, wiped it, and realized he hadn't brought any cigarettes with him.

"Listen to me on this, one thing at a time! Old Feng, do you have any cigarettes on you? Give me one."

Feng Biao quickly took out cigarettes and offered one to each of them, and even lit them for them.

Yes! Harmony with the world is also an option.

Zhang Yifang exhaled a puff of smoke and asked the fruit plate again.

"Is this okay?"

Judging from the boss's demeanor, this guy in front of me is a very powerful figure!

"Brother, I can't take this money. I got into trouble today because I was drunk. I deserve this bottle."

At this point, she turned around and bowed to Wu Jinhao:

"Brother, I'm so sorry! I really drank too much just now."

Wu Jinhao looked at Zhang Yifang. With his boss involved, it was no longer up to him to make the decision.

Zhang Yifang was quite satisfied with the fruit platter and smiled.

"Your attitude is quite good! You should accept the money, but you still should. Give me your payment QR code."

Similarly, Guopan subconsciously looked at Feng Biao, and only after Feng Biao nodded did she find the payment code.

Zhang Yifang scanned 20,000 yuan for her.

"The money arrived, right? That matter is over!"

"Let's talk about something else. This kid can't suffer in silence here. Whether you were drunk or did it on purpose, you have to find a way to appease him, okay?"

Zhang Yifang was also speechless; he had only come to watch the excitement.

This is the first time he's encountered such a mess. Does anyone know how to handle it?

The experience was too terrifying for him to imagine himself in.

There's really no way to get angry at a fruit platter.

The fruit platter service was excellent throughout; they didn't give me a hard time or throw a tantrum, although the last little tantrum was a bit unexpected.

Now that the fight is over, the anger has been vented, the medical expenses have been paid, and the fruit platter can be used to appease him and help him regain his dignity.

Zhang Yifang wouldn't do anything to make things even more difficult for a woman.

As for reporting to the police?

Forget it!

Apart from him and Chen Hu, who else in this room would dare to do anything?

Moreover, 20,000 yuan in compensation is really not much.

After this bottle of wine is downed, Fruit Platter won't be able to work for at least a month.

Shaving your head, getting stitches, healing your wounds, and then getting hair extensions after your hair grows back—it all costs money.

Twenty thousand isn't enough.