Female President's Bodyguard

The more the old Yaonong talked, the more angry he became, and when it came to the pain, he simply took off his shoes and wanted to draw money to help his life.

Seeing this, Qian Jisheng hurriedly wanted to hide, but his buttocks were stuck in the armchair, where could he hide?
Xu Qing hurriedly stopped him from the side, but he didn't know whether the old Yao Nong had too much temper or Xu Qing was too flustered. Although he obviously reached out to stop him, the soles of the old Yao Nong's shoes, which were covered with dirt and shit, were still on Qian Jisheng's. A few twitches on the pig's head.

Qian Jisheng smelled the smell of shoe soles, and almost vomited out last night's meal. While feeling sick, he shouted:
"I don't believe it! You surnamed Xu, don't fool me! You just go to a place in the countryside where there is no one to cut some weeds, pick up some firewood, load it into a car and pull it back, just trying to pass it off as medicinal materials? I don't believe it!"

Xu Qing had expected that he would say that in the early morning, so he immediately shrugged his shoulders: "Sure. You go and call your master who collects the medicinal materials, he will know it at a glance."

After finishing speaking, someone had already rushed to invite the old master who collected the medicine from Jishengtang.

The old master was not a good person, and following Qian Jisheng, he did not lose money from the drug farmers. He came over and saw that his boss was sitting in the hall, and there were three more trucks outside the door.

He didn't know what was going on, so he stood at the door without saying a word, watching everyone cautiously.

Seeing this, Xu Qing reminded: "Hey, this is the medicinal material that your boss wants to let me. I don't know if it is good or bad. He asked you to come over and introduce it."

The old master glanced at Qian Jisheng, wanting to prove it.

Unexpectedly, the old Yaonong stepped in front of Qian Jisheng, and then shouted loudly:
"Boss Qian, you can't do this. We collected these medicinal materials with great pains. You took them from us at a low price, and sold them at such a high price. We are at a disadvantage."

Qian Jisheng became anxious immediately, and called out:

"Get out! I said sell..."

He originally said, "Did I say I sold it?", but when it came to selling characters, old Yao Nong picked up his cloth shoes and stuffed them into his mouth, making him unable to utter a word.

The old master could only see the back of the old drug farmer, but he didn't know Qian Jisheng's state. When he heard him say "I said to sell", I thought it must be the sentence that I was tired of hearing: "I said sell it, sell it." , are you a fart?"

Therefore, the master no longer has to listen to it.

Since the boss wants to sell these medicinal materials to Xu Qing on the spot, no matter whether it is good or bad, he must blow it to the sky.

come on.

"This batch of medicinal materials is good, very good."

The old master walked around the truck, and pretended to ask people to open the tarpaulin, took out a few herbs, put them in front of his nose and smelled them carefully, pretending to be surprised:

"Hey! Are you willing to sell this top-quality medicinal material? Boss, you have really lost your money this time!"

"Oh, it's amazing. Look at this medicinal material. It has thick branches, large leaves, full seeds and strong roots. I have been collecting medicine for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen such a good medicine."

After reading the three carts of medicinal materials, he still didn't forget to look back at Xu Qing, and said hypocritically:
"Boy, you made a lot of money today. These three carts of medicinal materials are beyond the reach of ordinary people. You have to set up a banquet later to thank our boss."

Hearing this, Xu Qing scratched his head, with a layman's expression on his face:
"Master, these aren't the weeds or firewood you picked up from any wild place, right?"

It’s fine if he doesn’t say this, but once he said this, the old master jumped like a rooster with its feathers blown up and scolded loudly:

"Who said it? Which bastard said it? Put his mother's shit on!"

"Let me tell you, these three carts of herbs are all top-grade! Not a single one is fake!"

"Don't listen to the nonsense of those guys who gave birth to a son without X eyes! He was blind, he forgot to wipe his mouth after eating shit! He was shit from the stomach of a pig, and he couldn't see anyone!"

The old master scolded people in the street for a full 10 minutes. I have to say that the old man is still very well-informed. When he curses, he comes from no matter how unpleasant it sounds.

There are even curse words from all over the place.

If he hadn't been stopped and led back by the boy, judging by the master's posture, he would have scolded the guy who said these herbs were "weeds and firewood branches" so that eighteen generations of ancestors crawled out of their graves to confess their mistakes to him!
Qian Jisheng, who had cloth shoes stuffed in his mouth and was pinned tightly in the armchair by several Yao farmers, heard the shouting and scolding, and was pissed off to death, and then came back to life several times.

In the end, this guy was in tears, and almost stooped his chair and went out to kowtow to the master to admit his mistake.

Only then did Xu Qing come up to him, and said with a faint smile:

"Dong Qian, what medicinal material?"

Before Xu Qing could finish speaking, Qian Jisheng struggled and shouted, "Really, really! It's definitely the real thing!"

Do you dare deny it?If you don't recognize it, call the old master and prepare a few pots of boiling water. He can scold everyone in the street to come and see!

Seeing this, Xu Qing asked again:

"Then our bet?"

Qian Jisheng looked listless: "You can pick whatever you want from my store..."

Xu Qing laughed, and asked someone to help Qian Jisheng, who was still stuck in the armchair, back to Jishengtang.

When crossing the road, passersby saw it and couldn't help but stop:

"Hey, what's wrong with Boss Qian? There's a chair growing on his butt?"

"You know what a fart! This is called Pu'er, and you take a chair with you everywhere you go!"

"You don't know what a fart! Your chair hangs on your butt every day! You think he is a shit, using the chair as a toilet!"

There were even two roads arguing about it.

Back at Jishengtang, the master chef who had just moistened his throat, saw his master come back, thought that his performance just now was very impressive, so he hurried over to ask for credit:
"Boss, did my introduction just now embarrass you?"

"And the fucking bastard, the son of a bitch said that our medicine is a firewood, I couldn't listen to it at that time!"

"Don't guess, it must be that the store opposite wants to lower the price! Boss, I'll go to the street and scold him for a few more hours!"

After finishing speaking, the teacher cleared his throat. Even though he had scolded for so long just now, his voice was still full of energy, clear and loud!
Listening to this tone, it will not be a problem to scold for a day and a night.

Qian Ji was so angry that his face turned into a pig's liver, but in front of so many people, it's not easy to explode directly. You can't say that the grandson of the eighteenth generation of ancestors you greeted just now is me, right?

But it was impossible to breathe out, so he had no choice but to bend over, keeping his buttocks in mid-air so that the chair didn't touch the floor, and waved to the master:

"Lao Li, come here, I'll teach you how to scold."

The old master named Lao Li couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "Boss, you can't compare to me in such things as swearing. If I speak with such a voice, he will get up and kowtow to me even if he is dead!"

But when the boss spoke, he didn't dare not listen, so he had to move his head closer.

When Qian Jisheng saw the other party bringing his head over, his eyes suddenly flashed fiercely. He gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, put on a horse gait, and immediately slapped that head with the fat and big slap of his right hand!

"I let you scold, I let you scold!"

"Don't you know it's a civilized society now? Don't you know that cursing the street affects social order? Don't you know how to rectify bad social atmosphere?"

"I asked you to scold, scold! Damn it, scold!"

He scolded and beat at the same time.

The old master was already very old, and he couldn't take a slap. He was slapped several times in a row. At that time, he rolled his eyes and passed out on the ground.

"Take this old bastard away and send him home! When will he learn to be a civilized person, and then come to my civilized pharmacy to take civilized classes!"

The boy next to him was tongue-tied, and thought to himself: Boss, when you beat and scolded him just now, you were not very civilized!

However, no one among the other Yao farmers who watched the excitement felt sorry for this old master.

Usually when they come to sell medicine, they can sell it for one yuan elsewhere. This old master can always find faults, for fear that the price will be lowered by half.

Even if it's the best quality medicinal materials, and you can't find any faults, the master chef actually said that such good medicinal materials are expensive, and they are not easy to sell, and the cost is too high.Either you sell it cheap, or you take it home and rot!
Where did he learn the ability to swear?
Isn't it just what he learned when he heard that the drug farmers from all over the world scolded him after being tricked by him.

After the old master was taken away, Qian Jisheng pointed at the shop with a bitter face: "Vice Minister Xu, that's all there is to it, just pick whatever you like."