Best Immortal Supreme System

Boss Zhou met many difficult guests, but in the end, he got them all.

There are no more than two kinds of difficult guests, one is "good face" and the other is "small profit". To deal with the first kind of guests, he just needs to make his identity shorter and give the other party a little face. When the other party has steps to go down, a dispute can end. The latter is a better solution. The price of wood carving depends on one mouth. Boss Zhou can boast that the other party will spend hundreds of thousands to buy it. But sometimes he can't help but meet the buyer who knows the goods. At this time, he just needs to add another four or five hundred goods to the other party, and the crisis can be resolved naturally.

But now, in the face of this girl, boss Zhou's tricks are not easy to use, because the other party is a bear child who can only coax, and boss Zhou can't lose Zhou Heng's face to coax the other party.

"What do you think of this peacock? Every feather is painted independently. This is the best combination of ingenuity and art." Boss Zhou is still trying in vain.

"I don't want anything. I want this western prime minister." The girl raised her head haughtily.

At this time, Yang Zihuan suddenly noticed something. Although the girl's dress is no different from that of the ordinary rich ladies, and she is covered with expensive famous brands, the old man behind the girl is different. The black suit is obviously custom-made, and the pattern embroidered on the cuff should be a "ink" character.

Yang Zihuan frowned.

There are always some people or organizations in this world that are independent of politics and family disputes, such as Kunlun, which is called "fairyland" by monks, and "mohmen" behind the word "Mo".

Earlier, he heard that the old man called the girl "Miss Mo", which made Yang Zihuan even more suspicious. Did the people of Mormon leave Nanhai and come to Peiping? Why is it at this juncture? Standing in Yang Zihuan's position, for the benefit of his family, he had to imagine these things in a complicated direction, and it was hard for him to believe that the occurrence of these things might be a simple coincidence.

"Miss, I have no intention to argue with you about this thing," Zhou Heng didn't want to embarrass boss Zhou too much, "but it's not good for you to buy this thing. I think it's the best result to give it to me."

Although Zhou Heng was very sincere in saying this, from Miss Mo's ears, it was no different from the naked threat.

Miss Mo was even more angry. She waved, and the old man behind Miss Mo came forward with a calm face.

One hand of the old man still held the Western prime minister. He looked at Zhou Heng, Ning Mei Li Mu: "young, more offended." With that, his free right hand pushed toward Zhou Heng's shoulder.

He didn't mean to hurt Zhou Heng, but it was Miss Mo's order, and he had nothing to do. Let Zhou Heng fall in front of Miss Mo, not to hurt the bones and muscles, and let Miss Mo vent, this is his best result.

But after he put his hand on Zhou Heng's shoulder, Zhou Heng's body did not turn back as he expected, but stood firmly in place.

At the same time, Zhou Heng looked at the old man with puzzled eyes: "old man, what do you push me to do?"

The old man's face also showed a surprised expression. He began to practice at the age of 20. Although he was later than ordinary people, he also missed the best training age, but over the years, with the accumulation of time, now his kung fu has achieved a little success. If he was not reassured, his family would not have assigned him alone to protect Miss Peiping.

His strength to fight the dragon to capture the tiger is no problem, at this time even a young man's body can not be pushed.

The old man can't help but feel that Peiping is worthy of being the first city in the north. It's a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. Even a child has a lot of accomplishments. It seems that he has been living in the south for a long time and has become a frog in the well. Thinking of this, the old man's right hand came back from Zhou Heng's body.

At this time, Miss Mo suddenly exclaimed, "Uncle Mei, what are you doing! This man bullies me. Help me teach him a lesson She didn't know that uncle Mei was ready to fight Zhou Heng just now. She thought uncle Mei hadn't tried his best.

The old man, known as "Uncle Mei", sighed helplessly. He handed the wood carving of xizixiang to Miss Mo: "Miss, hold it for me."

Miss Mo took the woodcarving and stepped back. She knew that Mei Shu was going to do his best. In order to teach such a boy a lesson, is it worth uncle Mei's effort? Miss Mo can't help but have some doubts, but thinking of the way Zhou Heng was looking for his teeth, she felt that since she was angry for herself, it was totally worth it.

"Don't fight, don't do it!" Boss Zhou won't sit by and watch these people fight in his shop. Moreover, this old man looks old. If there is any accident, it's not good to mistake himself.

"Is there anything you can't discuss?" Yang Zihuan also came up, "in the next Yang Zihuan, I am willing to be a peacemaker for you. The losses of both sides in this matter are borne by me." With his three words Yang Zihuan, he can also speak in the city of Peiping.

Uncle Mei looks at Yang Zihuan and nods with a smile.But Miss Mo certainly won't agree: "I don't care what kind of sheep ring and cow ring you have. Today, I'll make a decision on this piece of wood."

After that, she looked at boss Zhou: "boss, you said that no matter how much this piece of wood costs, Miss Ben has bought it!"

Boss Zhou's face was embarrassed. Later, he turned to Zhou Heng. His face was full of pleading. Although he didn't speak, the meaning was obvious. It's unreasonable for Miss Mo to be such a rude person. I just hope that Zhou Heng can step back and make a big difference, so as not to embarrass him as a business man.

It's not like Yang Zihuan or Zhou Heng. Boss Zhou has a family and a small business. Although he has a little money on hand, his position determines that no one can offend him.

"Brother Zhou, you see, this --" the boss said in embarrassment, "or you can choose a few more pieces. No matter what you choose, I'll give you the base price. It's free to take a few pieces."

Zhou Heng is not Ms. Mo's kind of insolent and unreasonable person. He also knows the difficulties of these ordinary people. Although he will not suffer losses by joining hands with each other, the ultimate victim must be the boss here.

"Forget it, forget it, let her have it if she wants it." Zhou Heng said, and then he looked at Miss Mo, "Miss, I'll remind you for the last time that this is not your thing. Don't carry it close to your body."

"Do you care how I carry it?" Miss Mo glared at Zhou Heng provocatively. But Zhou Heng has turned around, no longer pay attention to her, her eyes also stare empty.

"Hum!" Dissatisfied, Miss Mo raised her hand and was ready to throw it at Zhou Heng. But suddenly she thought that the thing in her hand was the Western prime minister, and then she stopped.

She picked up Xi Zixiang in her hand and carefully observed him.