Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 672: Of course I know!_1

Chapter 672: Chapter 672: Of course I know!_1

"Mo Han, what’s going on? Do you know that person?"

Seeing Mo Han standing still, his father-in-law Luo Shanchuan asked in confusion.

"Hmm, he’s Old Master Zhu, we’ve met a few times."

Mo Han chuckled and waved his hand, "Let’s go, we’ll check out some other furniture stores."

Noticing that Old Master Zhu was driving a small golden Rolls-Royce Phantom, Yang Meifeng’s eyes lit up, and she asked tentatively, "Mo Han, do you really know him? You haven’t done feng shui consultations for their family, have you?"

"Well, sort of."

Mo Han evaded, "A friend introduced me before, so I visited their home and chatted a bit."

Yang Meifeng exclaimed in delight, "Then how much did they pay you?"

Mo Han replied nervously, "Their home’s feng shui was fine, I didn’t take any money."

"You didn’t take money? How could you not!" Upon hearing Mo Han didn’t take any money, Yang Meifeng immediately felt annoyed and said, "Regardless of whether their home’s feng shui had issues, you at least did a consultation for them, and for that, you should be paid!"

"It’s not okay, if you can’t bring yourself to ask for the money, I will!"

With that, she swiftly got up and, disregarding the attempts of Mo Han and others to stop her, ran towards the main entrance.

Luo Shanchuan shook his head again and again, just now worrying about what to do if Mo Han’s feng shui consulting was exposed, and now his own wife was going to ask for money—the way his wife was acting was truly beyond understanding.

He sighed and decided not to deal with Yang Meifeng, heading back to the car instead.

Mo Han also felt somewhat helpless, but followed nonetheless.

At that moment, Yang Meifeng had already rushed to the entrance, but just as she was about to approach the Rolls-Royce, a few black-clothed bodyguards wearing sunglasses stopped her, "Stop right there!"

"Stop for what!" Yang Meifeng retorted annoyedly, "Hey, Old Master Zhu, what kind of person are you to not show basic decency? My son-in-law did a feng shui reading for your family, how can you not give any compensation!"

"At the very least, handing over three to five hundred thousand would be a decent gesture!"

Ordinary feng shui readings cost just a few hundred to a thousand, at most a few tens of thousands of yuan.

But upon seeing Old Master Zhu’s Rolls-Royce, a car costing at least seven or eight million yuan, Yang Meifeng immediately raised her price.

"Hmm?"

Old Master Zhu turned around and glanced at Yang Meifeng, speaking indifferently, "What are you blabbering about? When did I ever hire someone to check the feng shui?"

He furrowed his brow and said to the owner of Yunfang Furniture, "Manager Zhao, do you know this person?"

"I don’t know her! I don’t know her at all!" Manager Zhao quickly shook his head, then glanced at Manager Wei and Huang Shasha.

Huang Shasha stepped forward quickly and said, "Manager Zhao, Old Master Zhu, this woman came to our Yunfang Furniture to buy furniture. But she’s been pretentious, continuously boasting about her wealth, yet in the end, she can’t even afford a set of furniture worth more than two million."

"Hmph!"

Old Master Zhu snorted coldly, "Manager Zhao, I’m short on time. The esteemed guest’s studio is opening at nine o’clock tomorrow morning, hurry up and pick out a few sets for me!"

Manager Zhao, with a dark expression, pointed at Yang Meifeng and barked, "Get her out of here!"

As his words fell, several security guards from Yunfang Furniture surged forward, and two of them, one on the left and one on the right, grabbed Yang Meifeng to usher her out.

The corners of Huang Shasha’s mouth turned up slightly. Earlier on the third floor, this middle-aged woman had been all fingers and thumbs, criticizing this and that, wasting Huang Shasha’s breath. Since she couldn’t afford it, Huang Shasha had been annoyed from the beginning.

"Wait a second!"

Just then, a person slowly approached from outside the entrance.

Old Master Zhu had already entered the doorway, but upon hearing that voice, his ears twitched; the voice sounded vaguely familiar, although he couldn’t immediately recall where he’d heard it.

Huang Shasha took the opportunity to add, "Manager Zhao, Manager Wei, this man is that crazy woman’s son-in-law."

"You two may not know, but their family really knows how to talk big."

"Claiming that they live in Platinum Royal No. 1, a property worth over two hundred million, yet they can’t even afford a furniture set worth two million. How could they possibly live in Platinum Royal No. 1? Isn’t that nonsense?"

Manager Wei frowned slightly. He had seen plenty of bluffers over the years, but this was the first time he’d encountered someone claiming to own a two-billion-Yuan Platinum Royal No. 1 villa.

Manager Zhao was extremely impatient, "What are you waiting for? Get them both out of here!"

You should know that this old Mr. Zhu is the chairman of the Zhu Group, one of the Four Great Families in Jiangling City!

Having Mr. Zhu personally visit Yunfang furniture is a great honor.

That crazy woman had already left a bad impression on Mr. Zhu just now, and now here comes a young man causing more trouble!

Seeing the boss getting angry, the security guards swiftly surrounded Mo Han as well, with one of them saying, "Young man, don’t cause trouble for yourself, just leave with your mother-in-law!"

Yang Meifeng was being restrained and desperately sought Mo Han’s help, "Good son-in-law, tell them to let me go quickly!"

Mo Han nodded, but his gaze turned to Zhu Wenjin, who had made his way half into the hall. With his hands behind his back, he spoke indifferently, "Old Mr. Zhu, may you always be well!"

"Do you really not remember little Mo?"

Little Mo?

The one living in Platinum Royal No. 1 villa?

Mr. Zhu suddenly remembered whose voice this was. He turned around shaking, with an awkward smile, "Mo... Mr. Mo, you’re here too?"

"Mr. Zhu, you are too polite. I’m hardly worthy of the title ’Mister.’"

Mo Han smiled slightly, "Last time I only helped you arrange the layout of a room, that didn’t make me any ’Mister.’"

"I was just killing time today, taking my father-in-law and mother-in-law around to look at some furniture nearby, and what a coincidence to bump into you here. What brings you to Yunfang furniture?"

Hearing Mo Han’s words, and catching that threatening look in his eyes, Mr. Zhu swallowed and replied with an awkward smile, "There are always new things to learn, and everyone has their field of expertise. In Feng Shui, Mr. Mo, you are definitely a master. Calling you ’Mister’ is well-deserved."

"I came to Yunfang furniture because a friend’s company is opening tomorrow, and I thought I’d send over a set of fine mahogany furniture as a congratulatory gift."

With that, he gave a knowing look.

Mo Han nodded slightly; it seemed that Zhu Wenjin wanted to send an opening gift to Ning’er’s studio.

Zhao, from Yunfang furniture, was perplexed, "Mr. Zhu... you know him?"

"Nonsense, of course, I know him!"

Mr. Zhu snapped, "Xiao Zhao, what kind of job are you doing? Don’t you invite Mr. Mo and his mother-in-law in right away!"

"Bring out your best mahogany furniture. Whichever set Mr. Mo likes, I’ll pay for it directly!"

"Don’t! The furniture here costs tens of thousands at the least; it’s too expensive."

Mo Han quickly interjected, fearing his mother-in-law would ask for too much, "Last time I merely helped you with Feng Shui, and there were no major issues. If Mr. Zhu insists on thanking me, just follow the custom and give an 8888 Yuan red packet to my mother-in-law."

Yang Meifeng got anxious, "Only 8888 Yuan? That’s too little! Mr. Zhu is so wealthy..."

Mr. Zhu stroked his chin, squinting his eyes, seeming to have figured some things out. Rumors had said that Mr. Mo’s mother-in-law was quite vulgar, and it appeared they weren’t exaggerated.

Considering what Mr. Mo had said earlier, he got an idea of the other party’s stance. He cleared his throat and said sternly, "I may be wealthy, but I don’t throw my money around."

"I respect your son-in-law, that doesn’t mean I respect you, woman. Someone, transfer 8888 Yuan into her account!"