"In trouble?" Ning Xiaolei frowned tightly.
Thunderstorm hall is fine. How can we get into trouble.
After listening to Zhang jiuxuan's explanation, Ning Xiaolei realized that after a long time, someone ran to touch porcelain.
I've seen porcelain on the road, but I've never seen porcelain in the shop.
According to Zhang jiuxuan, it was someone who bought their medicine mud. Today, he came to the door and said that the medicine mud was not only useless, but also counterproductive. As a result, he lost too much blood after using it and woke up after a long time in the hospital.
Now, the man and his family are having a big fight in Thunderstorm hall, which has greatly affected the business of thunderstorm hall.
"I'd like to see who dares to move this kind of crooked idea after eating bear's heart and leopard's gall."
Ning Xiaolei flashed a cold light in his eyes and drove his Bentley SUV straight to thunderstorm hall.
He knows the puree he made himself best.
Even if it doesn't work, it won't be counterproductive.
Wait until the thunderstorm hall, Ning Xiaolei will see a group of people watching outside the thunderstorm hall.
"I said, there's no such magical thing in the world. There's something wrong with it."
"No, I was going to buy one, but I didn't buy one."
"I've seen a lot of such deceitful things, and people have come to see them. The thunderstorm hall doesn't lose money and make peace."
“……”
Listening to the voices of the people around, Ning Xiaolei turns pale and walks in.
"Young master, you are here at last."
Seeing Ning Xiaolei, Zhang jiuxuan comes up with a happy face.
It's OK for him to fight and kill. He can't cope with this kind of encounter.
"Is that them?" Ning Xiaolei looks at the noisy people in the shop, and a chill flashes in his eyes.
"Are you the boss here?" Hearing Zhang jiuxuan's address to Ning Xiaolei, a middle-aged man came up and asked harshly.
Ning Xiaolei nodded faintly. He wanted to see what the other side said.
"My son used your medicine mud, not only did not stop bleeding, but the blood flow was not stopped. It took a lot of money to go to the hospital to stop bleeding. You have to compensate us for the loss."
The man points at Ning Xiaolei, the atmosphere is incomparable.
"How about ten million?" Ning Xiaolei showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth and asked jokingly.
The man is asked by Ning Xiaolei a Leng, some didn't react to the situation.
But then he said with a happy face: "well, give 10 million, I also want you to apologize in public, admit that you thunderstorm hall sell fake."
"Are you asking too much? I don't think we are fakes." Ning Xiaolei laughs more intensely. He already has a guess in his heart.
I'm afraid that someone intentionally invited me to touch porcelain. If only ordinary people wanted to steal some money, they would not ask for it.
"No, you have to declare it a fake in public. You'd better close down. I don't want more innocent people to be hurt." The man said with an awe inspiring face on purpose.
"Ha ha!" Ning Xiaolei suddenly laughs and laughs happily, which makes people feel puzzled for a while.
Under the gaze of the crowd, Ning Xiaolei picks up the man's collar, takes it out of the shop like a chicken and throws it on the ground.
Looking at the man's unbelievable eyes, Ning Xiaolei takes out the phone and calls the demon spirit directly.
"Uncle Zhang, drive those inside out."
Later, Ning Xiaolei rushed to Zhang jiuxuan road.
Zhang jiuxuan didn't hesitate. He drove out some people who were a little scared inside. Even the guy who pretended to lose too much blood was also picked up by him and thrown out of the shop.
"Don't think about running. I'll break the leg of the one who runs. It's just right for you to see whether the bone paste of our thunderstorm hall is true or false."
Outside the store, Ning Xiaolei looks at several people with a sneer, coldly.