"President Shen, please calm down and don't get too angry."
Yang Bing said urgently, "I will definitely give my good-for-nothing son a good scolding later, so that he will repent and stop giving the young master bad advice!"
"You don't need to try to persuade me."
"I know exactly what happened."
"I don't have Alzheimer's yet!"
With a gloomy face, Shen Youde coldly glanced at Yang Bing. Then, his face, ashen and dark as the bottom of a pot, he simply opened the door and stepped out of the car.
"President Shen."
"well!"
Seeing Shen Youde hurriedly getting off the car, Yang Bing had no choice but to quickly chase after him.
They were afraid that Shen Youde might do something terrible in his extreme anger.
...
Meanwhile, at the seaside beer stall.
"Everyone, take your time, don't rush."
"We will sell them to everyone."
Because the performance had to be convincing, and because some villagers from Jiajia Town who were unaware of the facts were indeed drawn in to inquire about and purchase the product.
So Shen Zhao and Yang Guodong, naturally, had smiles on their faces as they loudly greeted the crowd and busily sold Linhai beer.
"Give me a hundred bunches!"
At that moment, a cold voice suddenly rang in Shen Zhao's ears.
"I'm sorry, we don't have that many left."
Although the voice sounded somewhat familiar, there were too many people at the scene, so Shen Zhao didn't think about it and simply replied casually, "I can only sell you three bundles."
"Three stabs?"
"Smack!"
Then came a crisp slap, followed by a furious roar: "I want a hundred slaps!"
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