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Chapter 98 Eight, 80 billion?
Zhang Wanshan is a standard local tyrant. He graduated from elementary school and couldn't even write his own surname well. He went fishing with his father when he was a teenager. For business opportunities, he went to the sea early to sell seafood, and he just tossed from a stall of a few square meters to the current seafood king, with assets of over one billion. He is very proud of his money and people.

The potbellied Zhang Wanshan hugged the two young and beautiful girls from left to right, stretching out his big, fat and skinny girls like a bear's paw from time to time, which made the two girls coquettish and angry, while he laughed triumphantly and entered the room. After the reception room, I spread it out on the sofa and asked carelessly, "Beautiful Qiao, is the Fushou bowl I want finished?"

Qiao Shengnan smiled faintly, "Fortunately, the work has just been completed."

"Really? Show me," Zhang Wanshan's eyes flashed a trace of doubt. He didn't know whether Qiao Shengnan was pretending to be calm or if he had really finished it, but as far as he knew, Yinglan Huayu had no ability to complete such a work unless the The only master of jadeite miniature sculpture in China is invited, but that famous jadeite miniature sculpture master is holding an exhibition abroad these two days, so he has no time to help others at all.

Therefore, Zhang Wanshan was puzzled for a moment, then sneered secretly, and thought: See how I will deal with you later, if I don't smash the Yinglanhuayu brand, I won't be named Zhang.

His purpose is exactly the same as Xu Qianlin's, which is to smash the brand of Yinglan Huayu in this way.

Qiao Shengnan and Han Zhenyang were very clear about Zhang Wanshan's purpose, but it was still a normal business relationship, and they couldn't turn their faces just because the customer's request exceeded their ability, right?

So Qiao Shengnan suppressed the tiredness in his heart and gently placed the freshly baked jade small bowl on the coffee table, and stretched out his hand to signal Zhang Wanshan to check.

Zhang Wanshan raised his eyelids and glanced, jumped up immediately, and said angrily: "The surname is Qiao, it is clearly written on the order, and I want you to carve no less than nine hundred and ninety-nine Chinese characters for longevity on it, but you just don't know how to do it." How many? Nine? Do you think I, Zhang Wanshan, are being fooled?"

Seeing this, Han Zhenyang secretly sneered, and thought to himself: This is all I can do, can't I change the trick?
Thinking of this, he said lightly, "Is there anything wrong with your eyes? If you are short-sighted, just look closer."

Zhang Wanshan subconsciously wanted to scold back, but Han Zhenyang's cold eyes glanced at him, his back turned cold, and the hairs all over his body stood up. He subconsciously wanted to avoid it, and then realized his timidity, and hurriedly lowered his head to cover it up Then he lowered his head to check, it didn't matter if he looked at it, only to find that there were rows of small longevity characters engraved on the small bowl.

This scene made him a little embarrassed. After coughing, he picked up the small bowl and looked around, pretending to say: "Well, I didn't see it clearly just now, but now I see it clearly. Although I didn't count, how do you look at it? The word "shou" is not enough for 99 characters, right? There are two or three hundred of them, which is still far from my requirement. I remember what I said very clearly, if one word is missing, the price will be reduced by [-]% One, five or six hundred are missing, and you still have to pay me."

Han Zhenyang smiled noncommittally, and asked back: "Boss Zhang, there is indeed such a clause in the contract, but there is also another clause. For every additional word, you will add [-]% of the price. You mean what you say?"

Zhang Wanshan snorted disdainfully, "I, Zhang, spit on every nail."

"In that case, let's take a closer look," he said, pushing a high-powered magnifying glass in front of Zhang Wanshan.

Zhang Wanshan was still very disdainful at first, but when he thought of a possibility, his face changed drastically. He hurriedly picked up the magnifying glass and looked at the small emerald green bowl carefully. It was very ugly, and murmured: "It's impossible——"

Han Zhenyang sneered, "It seems that Boss Zhang is very surprised, is he afraid that he won't be able to afford the extra?"

"Fart, I, Mr. Zhang, is so poor that I have only money left, so I can't afford to pay?" Zhang Wanshan twitched in distress, but retorted loudly. He couldn't tolerate people saying that he had no money. Jade bowl?With Zhang's net worth, can he afford the price?What international joke?
Han Zhenyang and Qiao Shengnan looked at each other, and then said with a sneering smile: "So, Boss Zhang has no objection to this small bowl?"

"No, no." How does Zhang Wanshan know what is good or bad?Although he wanted to find fault, it was fine no matter how he looked at it, and he thought: Forget it, let's spend thousands of dollars and 80 to honor my old lady.

Han Zhenyang chuckled, "In that case, please ask Boss Zhang to prepare the bill, Sister Shengnan, and give the bill to Boss Zhang," Qiao Shengnan held back a smile and handed over the bill.

Zhang Wanshan shook his head, signaled the girl beside him to pay the bill, and at the same time took out the check book from his pocket, and asked nonchalantly, "How much?"

The girl hesitated, and said: "Eight, eight hundred and eighty-eight eighty-eight thousand and eighty-eight eighty-eight..." The girl stammered, but because the numbers were too complicated, she felt awkward.

Zhang Wanshan yelled: "Fuck off, can you read numbers? Fuck, I'm uneducated, and you are uneducated? You are paralyzed and a college student. What use are you for?" Of course he was not happy, because this small jadeite bowl was clearly marked. For the price tag, the price was negotiated when the order was placed, no more, no less, eight eight, that is eight thousand eight eight eight thousand eight thousand eight eight eight eight eight thousand eight, which is auspicious.

It can be said that it is quite affordable to buy a small jadeite bowl full of green glass at this price.But if it was changed to [-] million, it would be too outrageous, money is not so squandered, not to mention that his total net worth is more than one billion, including many real estate and properties, let him take out [-] million on the spot, It is impossible to kill him.

Seeing this, the other girl smiled gloatingly and grabbed the bill, "I'll count, wow, there are so many digits, this is one, two, three, four..." When she read ten, she suddenly covered her mouth in disbelief. Dare to speak.

Although Zhang Wanshan was uneducated, he was very shrewd, and immediately noticed the abnormality, and said sharply, "Say, how much is it?"

Seeing this, Han Zhenyang chuckled, "Boss Zhang, let me tell you, it's not 80 million, it's [-] billion."

"Eight, 80 billion?" Zhang Wanshan jumped up, pointing at Han Zhenyang and yelling: "Fuck, I, Zhang, have been blackmailed, you want to die?"

Han Zhenyang smiled faintly, "Boss Zhang, do you want to renege on your debt?"

"I, Mr. Zhang, never default on my debts, but I will never be blackmailed for no reason. 80 billion, how dare you speak up? Come on, let me do the math for Mr. Zhang, how did the 80 billion come from, If you can't tell the truth, I, Zhang, will never end with you!"

"Hehe, it seems that Boss Zhang won't cry when he sees the coffin. If that's the case, then I'll settle the score with you."

(End of this chapter)