Ding! The growth record of the rich girl

Chapter 47: Has a backer? That might be because you didn't buy enough

Not long after hanging up the phone with Zhang Jingyuan, the boss's wife received a call from her brother. Jiang Tao on the other side scolded her, "MD, you are always causing trouble for me. You said something nonsense in my name. I started out as a contractor. You even let someone record the conversation. Are you trying to kill me? You have to apologize to them right now. Move out tomorrow, no, today!" Jiang Tao yelled on the phone.

"Brother, why are you afraid of her? She just bought a shop. You can find a few workers to scare her. It's not like she hasn't done this before. She's just a little girl with a little money who is showing off." The proprietress muttered, "This coffee shop is really profitable. I don't care. I won't move anyway."

"She just bought a shop? Damn, she bought your row and now wants to buy all the other shops in the mall!! Do you think a girl like her can be simple? Making money, making money because you are using it for free now, plus the rent, just look!! Also, that fat guy Xue from the marketing department is going to sue me in the company for this commission. If you don't move, I will bring people to move it for you later!!"

Jiang Tao was about to make his sister explode with anger: "Be nicer to me and admit your mistake, quickly!"

At this time, Chi Qing, who was believed to have an extremely complicated identity but whose real identity was actually very simple, was feeding Miaomiao biscuits, completely unaware that she had become a girl with a background in the eyes of others.

"Ms. Chi, I'm really sorry. I take back everything I said just now. We will start moving after get off work today." The boss lady was stunned by his brother's scolding. She also had a filter when looking at Chi Qing. Thinking about Chi Qing's calmness throughout the whole process, the more she looked at Chi Qing, the more unfathomable he seemed. Forget it, forget it, he might really be a big shot, who she couldn't afford to offend.

"Okay, we can move in three days." Seeing that the boss lady's attitude was much more sincere this time, Chi Qing decided to stop when he had enough.

"Okay, thank you, thank you." Seeing Chi Qing's expression relax, the proprietress felt a little grateful in her heart. That's why people are so magical. If you are always kind, others may not think anything of it, but if you are always cold and occasionally show a little kindness, others will be grateful. This is exactly the principle of Stockholm syndrome.

"Ms. Chi, we can move all the soft furnishings. Do you think you can use the hard furnishings? It would be a shame to tear them down," the proprietress asked hurriedly, seeing that Chi Qing had room for negotiation. After all, tearing down the decoration would not only be troublesome, but also cost money.

"Okay, let's keep the hard decoration." Chi Qing actually wanted to keep the hard decoration. After all, the decoration style of the coffee shop is still very good and it fits the tone of the dessert shop.

"Okay, okay, thank you Miss Chi," the proprietress said immediately.

The young waitress who watched the whole process has completely shrunk herself into a quail. Alas, she is going to be unemployed. She must remember this lesson and never try to please others.

Finally, the proprietress respectfully escorted Chi Qing and his party out of the coffee shop. Before leaving, Chi Qing suddenly said, "Madam Boss, I'm really allergic to coffee, not that I don't want to order it." The proprietress immediately blushed.

Coming out of the cafe, holding the shopping card given as a gift from the store, Chi Qing thought for a moment and said, "Let's go buy some office supplies."

"What?" Wang Xiaoyan was confused.

Soon, Wang Xiaoyan knew what office supplies were and Chi Qing's style of purchasing office supplies, which was steady, accurate and ruthless.

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