Huang Jiapeng shook his head. "No, it has nothing to do with the price. Anyway, I just don't sell it."
Duan Jingya saw that Huang Jiapeng was so determined, but he laughed, "impossible, you just have a hard mouth, I don't know you? It must be because of the price. As long as I offer a high price, you will be excited. It doesn't matter. We can discuss the price. "
Huang Jiapeng made a gesture of refusing to discuss with Duan Jingya, "Duan Jingya, I advise you to give up your heart. There are so many good places and houses in this city that you can buy them, but why do you prefer us here?"
Duan Jingya smiles. At this time, the food he ordered has already begun to be served one after another, but he doesn't move his chopsticks. As long as he doesn't move his chopsticks, his younger brothers can only sit on the edge of the table and swallow their saliva.
"I always have a sharp eye. The right places I see are places that others have never noticed. Don't tell me what you have or don't have. I know there are more valuable places than you here. But Duan Jingya still likes you here, so I have to buy your shop."
After listening to Duan Jingya's overbearing and unreasonable demands, Huang Jiapeng really wants to wave his fist and punch him directly. How can there be such a stubborn person in the world? Where on earth is his shop so good that it attracts him?
"Is it possible that gold is buried under my restaurant? Let you want to buy again and again? " Huang Jiapeng is not in a hurry. As long as he doesn't let go, Duan Jingya can't help it. After all, this business has to pay attention to one willing to buy and one willing to sell.
"Ha ha, Huang Jiapeng, I didn't expect you to have a sense of humor. I don't like you here because of any treasure gold. I just like your geographical location. I remember what I told you before. I don't like other places, so I like your restaurant."
"If I remember correctly," Huang Jiapeng began to count with his fingers, "this is the tenth time you've been here. I can't count my fingers."
Duan Jingya nodded, a happy face, "thank you still remember, but I put a lot of effort on you!"
"If I told you, you would come back in vain today?" Huang Jiapeng looks at Duan Jingya with pride. They are like two ancient masters. They don't talk about body shape, but they talk about intention.
"Then I also want to tell you one thing. Everyone's patience is limited, and I'm the same. You rejected me so many times before, and I can continue to insist on it. But the later you go, the more you don't appreciate it, I'm afraid you can't afford the consequences." Duan Jingya's evil smile is on his lips. His men can't take care of them now. The boss doesn't speak. No one dares to move his chopsticks. He can only swallow his saliva.
"You mean you're threatening me?" Huang Jiapeng calmly looks at Duan Jingya. The people who come and go to the restaurant sit down and get up again. They have been talking here for nearly an hour. Huang Jiapeng's wife dares not come to disturb him. She knows that Duan Jingya is not a good person.
"I dare not. Duan Jingya doesn't like to threaten others, but if someone doesn't appreciate it, it's not good." Duan Jingya takes a meaningful look at the wife of Huang Jiapeng who is not far away from the bar to check out the guests.
"I don't care what you want to do. Anyway, it's the same today. If you come once, I'll refuse once. If you come ten times, I'll refuse ten times. If you come a hundred times, I'll refuse you a hundred times. Anyway, I won't sell it to you. I advise you to die as soon as possible."
Seeing that Huang Jiapeng is so determined, Duan Jingya's expression is dimmed. He looks a little lost, but it gives people a sense of expectation.
"Well, since your attitude is so firm, I can't say anything to you today. I just want to advise you. Don't regret your decision. You will regret it." Duan Jingya silently looked at the rice on the table. He didn't move any chopsticks. In fact, he didn't want to come here to eat.
"Don't worry, I'm not afraid of anyone's threat, and I'll never regret it."
Duan Jingya gave a wry smile, then took out two hundred dollar bills, which were still on the table, and left with his little brothers. Those little brothers were very pitiful. The food on the table didn't move, even a bite was OK. The crayfish was still red, even a bite was good.
"Come on, don't let people look down on us." Duan Jingya, of course, knew what his younger brothers thought. He comforted him when he went out, and then he went away.
In the restaurant, Huang Jiapeng helplessly looks at a table of motionless food and the two hundred dollar bills. He knows that Duan Jingya will come again. If he wastes food like this next time, he won't place an order for him.
At this time, Huang Jiapeng's wife came over and patted Huang Jiapeng's shoulder with concern on her face, "how about it? Did he embarrass you
Huang Jiapeng shook his head. "Don't worry, he won't, and he doesn't dare."
Huang Jiapeng's wife still feels uneasy. That section of Jingya is not a good thing. She has been here so many times before. If she doesn't achieve her goal, she will not stop.
"Honey, I'm worried. I'm worried that Duan Jingya won't give up. He has been here so many times this month, and he will come tomorrow. I feel that our restaurant has been watched by him. What can we do?"
Seeing his wife so worried, Huang Jiapeng quickly hugged her shoulder and comforted her, "wife, don't worry, it will be OK. Duan Jingya won't do anything."
In fact, he did not know what kind of action Duan Jingya would make in his rage, but he was so indomitable that no matter what he did, he would not compromise.
Just after thinking about it, they heard the sound of broken glass in their restaurant. Huang Jiapeng's wife screamed in fright. Then, the customers in the restaurant screamed. Everyone stood up one after another. Huang Jiapeng saw a group of unexpected guests coming at the door, and they didn't seem to be good at anything.
"What are you going to do?" Huang Jiapeng stood at the door trying to stop them, but they came up with a punch and hit him directly on the right cheek. Huang Jiapeng felt that his back teeth were numb and bloody in his mouth.
Then, these people seem to lose their sense. They pick up the stool and smash it. When they see the table, they smash it. When they see the mirror, they smash the mirror. Everywhere there is the sound of broken cups and plates.