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Du Lei looked at her and said, "Just say it, what other conditions do you have?"

He had never liked to beat around the bush when doing business, and since the other party was sincere, Du Lei would naturally not reject him.

"As expected of the Mr. Du. Actually, what I meant was that I hope you can speak for our Qian's jewellery."

Qian Linger once again stated her other condition.

Towards this kind of irrelevant condition, Du Lei directly agreed without thinking. He liked endorsements the most, it was nothing more than taking a photo, it was such a simple thing.

Sometimes, he was really envious of those celebrities. Just by endorsing a product, they could earn tens of millions of dollars in endorsement fees. What a great experience! He didn't even need to shoot a movie.

The aroma of the Da Hong Pao's tea was extremely strong. Du Lei had long gotten used to those expensive tea leaves, so he naturally wasn't surprised by ordinary Da Hong Pao. Compared to this tea, he actually liked pure water more.

Du Lei drank a few cups of tea in succession, but was unable to resolve his thirst. He shouted loudly: "Waiter, waiter."

"Alright."

The waiter quickly walked over and asked, "Excuse me, boss, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Get me a pot of pure water."

When he said that, Du Lei's position became a place that everyone in the teahouse could not help but look at, most of the customers' expressions were filled with suspicion.

Qian Linger went to the washroom. At the moment, she was not here, but the waiter's expression suddenly turned to one of embarrassment, and she explained: "Sorry, I don't have any pure water here."

"Are you kidding me? Where is the tea made here? To tell you the truth, what you just said scared me a little. "

The underlying meaning of his words was that he was worried that the tea in this shop was brewed using some unknown method.

This was the first time the waiter had met a customer who dared to make a fuss here, but he patiently explained, "Don't worry, boss. Our tea is made from the spring water of Nong Fu Mountain."

"Then just get me a pot of Nongfu Mountain Spring. No matter how much you want it, I'll give it to you. I'm really thirsty. "

With that said, Du Lei took out a crumpled hundred yuan bill from his pocket and stuffed it into the waiter's hands.

"Boss."

"Our spring is not for sale."

The waiter looked troubled.

It was the first time that he had ever met a customer like Du Lei.

Du Lei's expression immediately changed, and he took out a crumpled hundred dollar bill from his pocket and handed it over to him: "Enough, I've already said that money can make people lose, hurry up and get it for me, if not I will go out and buy water to drink, you know, I do not need this much money."

"Boss, this isn't a matter of money. It's a rule of mine."

The waiter explained again.

"Hur hur."

"There's even a rule."

"Young man, I can see that you're not that old yet, but you're just a waiter. Do you know that although the rules are dead, people are still alive? Just tell me, how much money do you need before you bring me a kettle of water?"

Du Lei was also puzzled, he knew this teahouse's background was not simple.

But in this world, how could one not earn money?

Do you think so? felt that it was already very generous of him to buy a pot of Nongfu Mountain Spring with two hundred yuan.

According to the norm, the wealthier a person was, the more stingy they would be, some tens of millions, which was simply like an iron rooster. Even if they ran wild and rusted at home, they wouldn't be willing to give it up, yet they still wanted to run to the bus no matter what.

If one was rich, they would have to live the life of a rich person. Then what was the point in earning money?

Deep down, Du Lei was actually a very low-key person.

He did not want to be so flamboyant either, but in reality, he was very thirsty, even though he was surrounded by the 'big shots'.

They couldn't help but look at him with disdain.

However, Du Lei this guy had always been "laughing and scolding people".

From the moment he went on a rampage online, Du Lei had understood that countless people in the world were scolding him every single day, discrediting his reputation. It was impossible for Du Lei to scold so many people at once, right?

Of course, Du Lei would not be that stupid. If he really met a dog that dared to want him, as someone who loved to eat dog meat, he would beat that dog into a hotpot without hesitation.

Bite me, of course I have to pay the price.

Du Lei thought, then took out a hundred dollar bill from his pocket and stuffed it into the waiter's hands.

Actually, when Du Lei first entered the room, he saw the signboard at the entrance that had a few bold and powerful words engraved upon it: "Zhou Family Tea House".

That's right, the owner of this teahouse was surnamed Zhou.

Then, in the Rong City's territory, would there be a Boss with the surname Zhou who possessed such power?

Then, without a doubt, it was "Zhou Ji".

In the family that he belonged to, Du Lei was a person who distinguished between gratitude and grievances. If not for Zhao Xue's help last time, he would definitely have died in the police station.

As for the mastermind behind all of this, naturally, it was Zhou Ji. His information and the passionate netizens had all been leaked, including some of Zhou Ji's private matters.

The waiter could no longer hold it in.

He had never been humiliated like this before. In his opinion, Du Lei was just that kind of expression on his face that seemed like a charity beggar.

"Whap."

The waiter's palm struck out, slicing through the air and producing an explosive sound.

"Look at this."

He seemed to have already seen the scene of Du Lei being sent flying. He could not understand why this young man in front of him could be brought here.

He must know that this place was a place that no one was allowed to act presumptuously because this was the Zhou Mansion, the place where the Zhou Mansion was located.

The waiter's movements were extremely sharp and cunning. In the eyes of an ordinary person, perhaps it was an invulnerable move, but in Du Lei's eyes, it was filled with loopholes.

BOOM!

The corner of Du Lei's mouth formed an evil smile: "If there's any disagreement, there's a need to hurt others. Do you think I, Du, am easy to bully? "

Looking at the black-clothed men encircling him, Du Lei exerted his strength with his fist and the waiter's thin and weak body flew out horizontally.

"Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa."

Just at this time, a familiar person who couldn't be more familiar with walked down from the second floor of the teahouse. While clapping his hands, he looked at Du Lei with a smile that was not a smile.

"Du?" Do you think it's easy to bully me? "

That's right, it was Zhou Ji. This was where he worked, and now, he was the owner of this mysterious teahouse.