super immortal master

Chapter 67 Doubt
As the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the bustling streets.

Sun Jun waved his fist happily, bouncing and yelling at Chen Wenliang and Lin Mo, to the effect that he was just showing off how effective his method was!

That's right!Under pressure, the hotel owner returned the money to Chen Wenliang in full, a total of [-].

Chen Wenliang grinned with his mouth wide open, and kept giggling.

"Wait to celebrate?"

Sun Jun suggested.

"Say it! My treat!"

Chen Wenliang waved his hand proudly.

Sun Jun curled his lips, but he didn't give him any face.

"Forget it! You should save the money for your sweetheart, we brothers don't dare to snatch her."

Chen Wenliang was not angry either, he patted the back of his head and giggled.

"Yajing hasn't returned to school yet, don't worry, I still want to thank you two for today's event, of course I want to treat you!"

"You said it! Don't feel bad about money then!"

Sun Jun pointed at him.

"Don't feel bad!"

Chen Wenliang answered firmly.

"Go ahead first, I still have something to do, I'll go find you later."

Lin Mo, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

"Okay, go and do your work, but we won't wait for you when the time comes!"

Sun Jun smiled, and didn't mean to ask Lin Mo's whereabouts. After all, everyone has their own private affairs.

"Of course! Three years in college, it's the first time I meet the fourth brother for a treat, and I will never miss it."

Lin Mo nodded with a smile.

"Ha ha……"

Amid the laughter of the two, Lin Mo turned and left.

Chen Wenliang looked at Lin Mo's back, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Judging from the Lin Mo he met a few days ago, although he didn't know his background, it should be easy for Lin Mo to get his wages back.

In the end, Lin Mo didn't intend to intervene at all. Chen Wenliang didn't dare to complain, but he felt a little disappointed.

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A small town in the south of the Yangtze River.

Boss Zhang was standing on a stool in the back kitchen and yelling at his subordinates.

"What do you really do? You don't wipe this, you don't wipe that! I paid you to play!"

"And you chefs! Don't think my restaurant can't survive without you!"

"Let me tell you, if anyone doesn't want to work, leave immediately. There are plenty of chefs out there looking for jobs!"

"If it hadn't been for how long you've been working here, with your work attitude, I'd ask my mother to kick you out of the house!"

The staff below knew that their boss Zhang was in a fit of anger, so no one dared to step forward to make trouble.

Boss Zhang, who vented his anger, saw that no one said a word, satisfied his need for power, and the anger in his heart gradually dissipated. He snorted coldly and got off the stool with difficulty.

"Go to work! If I find anyone dishonest, don't blame me for being rude!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his neck and went up to the second floor with a thump.

Don't look at Boss Zhang's big face and thick neck, and the appearance of a cook, but in fact he is passionate about some elegant things.

Like his office, the walls are covered with calligraphy and paintings, and the computer is not placed on the work, but the four treasures of the study that he bought at a large price.

The decoration of the room is also designed by a designer who specializes in designing residences for cultural people.

Apple wood furniture, classic sofa sets, a square table with black and white chess pieces, the room design looks calm and heavy, full of the charm of classical culture.

Every time he entered his office, Fatty Zhang couldn't help but relax his mood, so when he was angry, all he thought of was to go back to his office to rest.

After entering the room, Fatty Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately grabbed the doorknob behind him nervously.

"who are you?"

"When did you come in?"

He turned to a painting by the wall, and a figure who was looking up at the calligraphy and painting called out.

Hearing the words, the figure slowly turned around, and Fatty Zhang's face showed a daze.

"I remember you! I came here with that bastard Chen Wenliang."

"That's not right! How did you get in? You're breaking into a private house, and you're breaking the law, do you know that?"

Lin Mo couldn't help smiling when he looked at the big fat man with a shiny face in front of him.

"Boss Zhang, I really can't tell. Not only are you curious, but you also speak legal terms!"

"Don't talk nonsense! What on earth are you here for? Did you steal anything from me? I'm going to be searched later!"

Fatty Zhang narrowed his eyes and shouted angrily.

Lin Mo didn't answer, but walked slowly to the desk, and reached out to pick up the bronze enamel paperweight on the desk.

"The paperweight is not bad, did you spend a lot of money?"

Fatty Zhang looked at Lin Mo with a calm face. For some reason, he couldn't help but feel guilty. He swallowed quietly, raised his confidence, raised his head and said, "Don't touch it, tell you! That thing is worth more than you! "

But the voice became lower and lower, and finally opened his mouth wide, watching the incredible scene in front of him.

I saw Lin Mo's five slender fingers gently pinching the paperweight, and with a light squeeze, the bronze paperweight in his hand changed its shape like a clay sculpture.

Lin Mo stretched out his other hand and rubbed his hands lightly. The paperweight turned into a cloud of dust in his hand and gently fell on the wooden floor of the room.

"I am very puzzled about something, and I hope Boss Zhang can clear it up for me."

Lin Mo's tone was soft, as if asking politely.

Fatty Zhang was fighting back and forth, his forehead was sweating, his eyes were wide open, and he stammered, "This...is this...magic?"

"What are you talking about?"

With a move of Lin Mo's feet, the whole person appeared in front of him as if teleported, and the five fingers of his right hand gently held his round, greasy fingers.

"what!"

Fatty Zhang trembled, opened his mouth and said: "Hero, if you have something to ask, I will know everything, and I will say everything!"

Lin Mosong let go of the right hand holding Fatty Zhang's finger, looked at him calmly, and said slowly, "I heard from my friend that the daily turnover of your restaurant is tens of thousands, why do you rely on my friend for a mere few thousand?" A dollar? I really can't figure it out."

Fatty Zhang quickly took a few steps back, leaning against the door behind him, and forced a smile.

"Hero! I am greedy for money, and I was confused for a while. I hope the hero will not make a mistake!"

"If you are not satisfied, how about I offer six thousand?"

"Otherwise ten thousand, ten thousand will do?"

Lin Mo shook his head, looked at him and said, "My friend is not the only one who works here, you only target him. According to my friend, he has nothing to do with you, and he will never offend you. "

"Tell me, is this strange?"

Fatty Zhang smiled wryly, and said wryly, "It's quite strange."

"It seems that you don't give up until you reach the Yellow River!"

Lin Mo sighed, and reached out to caress Fatty Zhang.

The next moment, Fatty Zhang suddenly glared, his whole body twitched, his hands covered his throat, and with a painful, low hoarse sound, he fell to his knees involuntarily.

Lin Mo waited for a moment, then waved his hand again.

"I said, I said! It was Wang Gongzi who asked me to do this!"

In this short period of time, Fatty Zhang's body was covered with sweat, and as soon as he recovered, he couldn't wait to call him out.

Fatty Zhang swears to God, even if he dies, he won't suffer that kind of crime again!

"Prince? Which family's prince?"

"Young master of Director Wang's family from the Department of Health, we really can't afford to mess with the restaurant owner!"

Fatty Zhang knelt on the ground and howled.

"Do you know why he made things difficult for my friend?"

Lin Mo lowered his head and asked.

"I don't know! I didn't dare to ask."

Fatty Zhang subconsciously looked away from Lin Mo.

"I see!"

Lin Mo murmured to himself, then stretched out his hand to open the door, and turned his head again under Fatty Zhang's delighted eyes.

"I've always disliked trouble. What do you think should be done about today's matter?"

"I understand! I understand! I must pretend nothing happened!"

Fatty Zhang quickly raised his hand, swearing to the sky, he only hoped that the evil god in front of him would leave quickly.

"So best."

Before the voice fell, the figure had disappeared.

　Ask for a ticket!Ask for a reward!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)