Before Chen Xinyi could say anything, the little sister behind her said, "What? A bouquet of flowers for over 70 yuan? With your shabby little shop, can a bouquet of flowers really sell for 70 yuan?"
Qingyao then asked the clerk to bring the import receipts. Although they were taken from her own space, Qingyao would not let anyone catch her, so she asked Xiaoyi to forge various import documents.
The receipt showed that these flowers were airlifted in from abroad every day. The price of each flower was fifteen yuan a bunch, and Qingyao sold them for more than seventy yuan a bunch. The cheapest flowers were airlifted for three yuan a bunch, the medium ones were seven to eight yuan, and the better ones were fifteen yuan a bunch. Qingyao sold them for seventy or eighty yuan a bunch, but she didn't actually make much money.
Everyone then noticed that the flowers they usually bought here as college students cost 70 or 80 yuan a bouquet, and they thought it was a little more expensive than other flower shops, but they didn't expect that they were all imported. Everyone then cast their eyes on Chen Xinyi and the others.
Chen Xinyi and the others' faces turned pale. They directly paid 10,000 yuan to Qingyao and said, "No need to change the extra money. This is compensation to Miss Qingyao for wasting your time."
Qingyao nonchalantly picked up the ten thousand yuan and handed it to the clerk, saying, "Everyone who consumes here today will have their coffee free. This is all thanks to Miss Chen's generosity."
After Chen Xinyi and the others paid, they left the flower shop dejectedly. Qingyao looked at their backs with a sneer on her lips.
The college students applauded Qingyao and praised her wit and courage. Qingyao smiled and thanked everyone, and the flower shop returned to its former bustle.
However, the matter did not end there. Chen Xinyi suffered such a great loss that she would naturally not let it go. She was secretly planning how to take revenge on Qingyao.
One night a few days later, Qingyao's flower shop suddenly encountered some inexplicable damage. The windows were broken and some flowers were damaged. After Qingyao learned about it, she guessed about 70% of the situation. A chill flashed through her heart. She was still too soft-hearted. Then she turned her fingers lightly, and a trace of deathly energy at her fingertips floated towards where Chen Xinyi and others were.
After a few days, Chen Xinyi and others began to feel unwell. At first, they thought it was just a minor illness and did not take it too seriously. However, as time went on, their bodies became weaker and weaker, and they went to many hospitals but the cause of the illness could not be found.
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