While Tang Seng was rubbing Mr. Chu's waist, Wei Silin pulled Huang Xiaobei aside and whispered.
"Xiao Bei, can we get rid of those slippers?"
Huang Xiaobei looked at Mr. Chu who was very comfortable being served by Tang Monk. After thinking for a while, he shook his head and said.
"Let's forget it for today. I think we can't be in such a hurry. We should be slower and ship the goods bit by bit. Otherwise, all our trump cards will be exposed at once. I'm worried that the grandson will lower the price. It's just right for us.
You can also test his tone first."
One second he was using the word "you" to address Mr. Chu. The next second, the word "grandson" popped out of Commissioner Huang's mouth. Well, this is in line with Commissioner Huang's speaking style.
Mr. Chu didn't know that he had dropped from the level of "you" to "grandson". He was very comfortable being massaged by Tang Monk. He held the banknotes in his hand and hummed comfortably.
"Yo yo, it's right here, right here, good guy, it's comfortable! I said, you can do it. The massage technique is so sophisticated. Did you go to that foot massage shop before? Come on, come on, do it yourself."
Tang Seng quickly took out five bills from the pile of banknotes in Master Chu's hand, nodded and bowed quickly, and did not dare to stop working hard at the same time.
"Thank you Mr. Chu, thank you Mr. Chu."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, right here, use a little... Ouch, yoyo, this is the feeling, come on, come on, pump again and again."
Huang Xiaobei looked a little stupid when he saw that Tang Seng actually made Mr. Chu so comfortable that he could take money at will.
Commissioner Huang asked in a low voice as he approached Tang Seng, who was sweating profusely and rubbing his waist for Mr. Chu.
"Which pedicure shop did you work in before?"
"I used to work in... ah, some kind of foot massage parlor. I learned this technique when I gave Xiaobai a massage."
Huang Xiaobei scratched his head.
"Xiaobai? Are you gay?"
Tang Monk was sweating profusely, waving his hands, moving around Master Chu's back, and took the time to say something.
"Oh, that's my apprentice, and he's the one who listens to me the most. Alas, I've ridden him for so many years without a single complaint. But sometimes Xiaobai runs too fast, and his muscles and back are easily injured.
So I had no choice but to massage Xiaobai by myself, and over time I got the better of it."
Listening to Tang Seng's description, such a picture suddenly appeared in Huang Xiaobei's mind.
The bright-faced Tang Monk was riding on a young monk with a handsome face, and he was whipping the young monk's buttocks with a riding crop.
"Run, run, master, catch up with the flower girl in front of you."
Suddenly, Commissioner Huang looked at Tang Seng with an expression that was hard to describe.
This guy was probably a personal trafficker in the past, right? Is the novice he talks about an orphan who was abducted by him and sold to his temple to be used as a cow or a horse for him?
Damn it, should I call the police?
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"Work hard, work hard, your bald head's future is really limitless, yes, just rub it here, this is it... Hey, I say, you might as well just mess around with Brother Rong from now on, Brother Rong will make you popular in no time
Drink spicy food, what do you want girls for? That’s no problem, just take as many as you want.”
While Tang Monk was massaging Mr. Chu comfortably, Huang Xiaobei came to Mr. Chu's side with a smile and asked.
"Well, Brother Rong, can I ask you something again? If I can get that little lolita's original slippers, how much can you pay for them?"
Mr. Chu was lying by the sink in the toilet on the first floor, enjoying Tang Seng's massage comfortably without opening his eyes.
"The maximum I have here is eight thousand. If someone has foot control, it can be doubled."
After Huang Xiaobei thought about it, he decided not to sell it for the time being.
After all, the slippers can be sold for up to 8,000 yuan. If they are divided between Tang Monk and Lao Wei, the price will only be more than 3,000 yuan, which is a bit small.
After seeing the huge profits from Loli personal items, Commissioner Huang's horizons widened.
Thousands of dollars? Oops, I'm a bit disdainful. With a profit of less than 10,000 yuan, this special correspondent is really a bit unreasonable.
Forget it, don't sell the slippers now, wait until you need money.
And depending on how the market changes over time, the price may even increase.
Well, wait and wait.
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Soon, the four people who completed the transaction returned to the hotel lobby together.
Huang Xiaobei originally thought that they had been in the toilet for almost half an hour, and the eldest lady's dark dishes had been served on the table, and Carl and the others had already finished eating.
But unexpectedly, when they returned, they found that the eldest lady's food had not been served yet, and Karl continued to sit at the dining table and read a book. In addition, Brother Maozi was also chatting with Wang Erming about some things about Li Zhifei's home in the countryside.
Seeing this, Huang Xiaobei sighed.
"After all, I still can't escape, oh my fate."
As he said that, Huang Xiaobei looked at Brother Maozi who was chatting with Wang Erming, and Karl who was not far away.
It can be found that when listening to Wang Erming talk about how many pigs he raises, how many small local dogs he has, and how many acres of land he has at home, Carl's eyes will always fall on him inadvertently.
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Sitting back next to Brother Maozi, although they still wanted to continue eating the eldest lady's dark dishes, Huang Xiaobei and the others couldn't hold back the smiles on their faces. It was so sunny.
Brother Mao Zi felt the chilling smile next to him, turned to look at Huang Xiaobei, and also laughed.
"Senior, what did you do just now? Why are you smiling so happily?"
Huang Xiaobei patted his thigh pretending to be mysterious.
"Oh, it's nothing. I just got a business done, so I'm naturally very happy."
Brother Maozi didn't quite understand and didn't want to ask, so he continued to drink his own vodka.
Commissioner Huang continued to giggle at the ceiling alone and began to wonder how to spend the 20,000 yuan.
Do you think he is saving up? Or is he spending money to buy gifts for the uncle and eldest lady? Or is he secretly buying a new mobile phone for himself?
Commissioner Huang looked at the ceiling, touched his chin, and was filled with emotion.
Oops, I am rich, now I am really rich, but forget about my mobile phone, if the young lady accidentally sees it, it will still be snatched away.
Huh? By the way, how about buying yourself a small eDonkey? This will make it easier to go back to my uncle's house in the future, without having to squeeze in the bus.
Just when Huang Xiaobei was thinking that he should spend money by himself, Mr. Chu, who thought he would leave after taking the goods, did not leave. Instead, he still stood in front of him, staring at the position of the kitchen in excitement.
expect.
Looking at Mr. Chu standing in front of him, Huang Xiaobei scratched his face and said.
"Why haven't you left yet?"
Turning around, Young Master Chu showed an enigmatic smile. Facing Huang Xiaobei who was staring at him stupidly, the smile on Young Master Chu's face was extremely cunning.
"Leave? Can I leave? Let me ask you, does Yiyi want to cook today?"
Huang Xiaobei clearly felt something. He rolled his eyes and nodded.
"Yes, but what do you want to do?"
Young Master Chu clapped his hands, and a flattering smile like Weslin's flattering smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"Then you still need to ask. I came here to compete with you for the delicacies made by Yiyi! Let me tell you, since Brother Rong is here today, all the dishes made by Yiyi belong to me!"
Somehow, Mr. Chu suddenly found that after he said these shocking words, the six people present all turned their eyes to him with admiration in their eyes!
Even Karl put down the books in his hands and stared at him as if he were an alien.
After looking at each of them with almost idiotic, retarded and savior-like gazes, Mr. Chu rolled his eyes strangely.
Why does it feel like something is not right? Why do they look at me as if they are looking at a person jumping into a pit of fire and unable to pull me back?
Huh? Could it be that the food made by Yiyi is too unpalatable, that’s why they look at me like this?
Oh, ignorant people.
Facing the strange looks from the six people, Mr. Chu raised his head proudly.
Is it important whether the food is delicious or not? Ah! The important thing is who cooked it!
The food cooked by the beautiful girl is unparalleled, the food cooked by Yiyi who is as beautiful as a fairy!
In front of Zaiyi's angelic face, the taste is no longer important!
As long as the food made by Yiyi is unpalatable, even if it is a piece of shit, Brother Rong and I can eat it without blinking an eye!
Seeing the eyes of Huang Xiaobei and others becoming more and more pitiful, Mr. Chu shook his head helplessly, sighing in his heart.
What a bunch of ignorant mortals, they can't even see such a God-given opportunity. Hahaha, it seems destined that Brother Rong will be Yiyi's Prince Charming.
Brother Rong, I have thought about it. Since the food made by Yiyi is relatively average, Brother Rong will have to eat it more deliciously and show an expression that tastes delicious to the core!
Then I complimented Yiyi a few words. In this way, if Yiyi is happy, maybe she can add me on WeChat.
Well, we are one step closer to the day when I can hold my beauty in my arms.
Mr. Chu thought happily, but he did not expect that because the hotel was on holiday, all the people he had assigned to the hotel went home to rest, so no one would continue to deliver news to him.
No one told him that if Miss Yiyi made something, it would be shit!
Mr. Chu patted Huang Xiaobei's head and threatened with a smile, "Don't compete with me for a while, otherwise there will be no chance of cooperation in the future. Brother Rong came here today mainly to taste the unique dishes made by Yiyi."
Delicious food, you know?”
Huang Xiaobei quickly waved his hand, "No, no, absolutely no, it's all yours, it's all yours."
"Well, that's pretty much it." Mr. Chu nodded with satisfaction and sat opposite Karl.
Mr. Chu, who always talks nonsense when seeing others, chatted with Carl about the recent stocks with a smile, and also waited for the meal of the eldest lady.
The most important point was that he wanted to ask Karl if he could also get a black card from a Swiss bank for himself, and he could pay out any amount of money.
Just when Mr. Chu briefly expressed his desire to get a black card from a Swiss bank, Miss Yiyi's lovely voice finally sounded in the kitchen.
"The roasted suckling pig is ready. Are the little cuties ready?"
As soon as he heard the eldest lady's lovely voice that made him almost faint, Mr. Chu jumped up excitedly, waved and shouted.
"It's ready, it's ready! Yiyi, just serve it!" (To be continued)