My Peerless Beauty President

After Zhao Yunzi left, Zhang Chenfeng continued drinking tea.

After waiting for a long time, the owner of the pharmacy answered a phone call, hurriedly walked to Zhang Chenfeng's side, and said excitedly: "Brother, the dog tail you want... Juling grass has arrived, close to [-] plants, just outside the large In the truck, please go over and take inventory."

Zhang Chenfeng was overjoyed, but there was a soft "hmm" on his face, and he quickly walked outside the door.

At this time, most of the shops on this street are closed.

The street, which was still bustling during the day, became deserted in an instant.

But looking at the big truck parked in front of the door, Zhang Chenfeng's heart was warmer than ever.

Zhang Chenfeng grabbed the handle of the truck compartment, rushed into the compartment with a stride, glanced coldly, and saw that the compartment was full of green foxtails, he was in a good mood.

Because the number of these spirit-gathering grasses is too large, the workers in the store may not be able to count them one by one, but roughly speaking, there are more than 800 of these spirit-gathering grasses, which is not much more.

"Okay, you are very reliable in your work, follow my car and drive to Mingyue Bay."

Zhang Chenfeng was quite satisfied with the efficiency of the pharmacy owner. If he wanted to collect so many foxtails, he would have to go to many places.

With a smile on his face, Zhang Chenfeng walked towards the Mercedes-Benz parked beside him while speaking.

"Hey, brother, wait a minute, wait a minute, look at so many spirit-gathering grasses, I also took care of a lot of helpers to get them, the workers have been tired all day and haven't had a warm meal, look...can you Settle the money first, and I can give you a discount, and you can give me [-] for this cart of herbs."

The owner of the pharmacy trotted to Zhang Chenfeng's side, and said flatteringly.

Twenty-eight thousand, my salary for half a year!

However, upon hearing what the boss said, Zhang Chenfeng couldn't refuse.

Thinking about the 3 yuan in my pocket, I borrowed it from Xu Siqi because I groveled, lost all face, and begged for nothing, and I will give it to others before I heat it up. Slow bleeding.

"Money is drizzle, tell the driver to drive carefully for a while, and don't have any accidents."

Although Zhang Chenfeng felt pain in his heart, he still put the money into the hands of the pharmacy owner with a magnanimous attitude. He sat in the Mercedes-Benz car with a steady footsteps and a chic posture, hit the gas pedal twice, and the car drove towards the villa.

Looking at such a free and easy tall, rich and handsome man, weighing the very important 2 yuan in his hand, the boss's face was full of envy.

"Hey, it's good to be rich. Driving a luxury car and being accompanied by a beautiful woman is like living in heaven. However, I haven't heard that rich people like to collect foxtails. What's the use of this? It seems that from Starting tomorrow, I will have to buy a large number of such rare gadgets, it may be a new way to make a fortune."

The pharmacy owner muttered a few words, and quickly got on the big truck, following Zhang Chenfeng.

Zhang Chenfeng was driving the car, feeling heartbroken because of the 8000 yuan he lost, while carefully watching the movement of the big truck behind him, hoping that when the Seven Soul Ziyang Grass matured, his strength could break through to a new level.

After about half an hour, the sun had completely set, and a bright moon had risen in the sky. The sky was dark blue, and the two cars, one in front of the other, drove to the gate of Mingyue Bay.

But at the entrance of the park, which has always been quiet, there are some discordant scenes at this time.

A middle-aged fat man in Armani casual clothes, with a gold watch in his hand, with a fat belly, got off the rose gold BMW 7 Series.

The fat and fat face was full of disdain and impatience. Without saying a word, he pointed at the three security guards at the gate of the community and yelled: "You don't understand, I'm the owner of the community, and I need to pull decoration materials." Go in, and open the door quickly."

Behind the BMW was a small green truck. In the semi-enclosed cargo compartment, decoration materials such as tiles, cement bags, and red bricks were piled up in a mess.

Amin, the security guard, went to the pickup truck to check it out, waved his hand at the middle-aged fat man, and said, "Sir, you can go in, but the pickup truck behind you can't. There are regulations in the community. If you want to bring decoration materials into the park, you must use a small car, which can reduce noise, will not affect the rest of other owners, and at the same time can ensure the overall style of the park.”

There was nothing wrong with A Ming's tone and attitude, but the fat local tyrant had always been used to being domineering, and when he saw that he was rejected by the security guard, he immediately became angry.

"Don't mention the bullshit rules to me, you security guards, don't you just act for money?"

The local tyrant gave a cold snort of disdain, took out a very bulging brand-name wallet from his pocket, opened it and saw that it was full of hundred-yuan bills.

"Are you short of money? Is [-] enough? Is it enough? Change your bullshit rules, collect the money, and open the door for me!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the local tyrant and fat man stuffed a thick stack of banknotes with the bank's sealing strip into Amin's hand, with a sneer on his face, his chubby flesh trembling uncontrollably.

Amin looked at the behavior of the middle-aged fat man, and there was a sneer on his face.

But his expression of dissatisfaction was fleeting, and before the middle-aged fat man could react, he put a wad of money back into the middle-aged fat man's wallet with a "swish", and said in the same tone: "Sir, This is not a question of money. The truck you brought is very noisy, and the cargo box at the back is open, and the decoration materials inside are messy. Even if it does not fall to the ground, it will affect the image of the community. We are The small security guards who are paid, everything is subject to the arrangement of the above, please don't embarrass us."

When A Ming spoke, his tone was calm, but the content of his speech was well-founded, and no one could find anything wrong with it.

The fat local tyrant couldn't help frowning when he saw this. He couldn't handle 1 yuan. It seemed that they were really not "poor money".

Although Fatty Tuhao is a bit arrogant, he is also the owner of the community, and he is also one of the beneficiaries of the security and property management in Mingyue Bay.

In addition, he had heard before that these security guards, who looked like idiots, were actually regular special forces soldiers who were transferred from other jobs, and their strength was stronger than that of ordinary soldiers.

Thinking of this, the local tyrant was speechless for a moment, snorted coldly, turned and retreated angrily.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the fat local tyrant drove the BMW to give up a little space, a black Mercedes-Benz drove up and blocked the gate of the community again.

"Brothers, open the door, I want to pull something in."

A deep but powerful, majestic and slightly low-key voice sounded in the Mercedes-Benz.