Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 673: Give up! _1

Chapter 673: Chapter 673: Give up! _1

Zhu Wenjin, after all, was the patriarch of one of Jiangling City’s Four Great Families, the Zhu Family, and his presence was not something the average person could easily withstand.

Yang Meifeng herself was someone who bullied the weak and feared the strong. Seeing the other party’s words, she had no choice but to vent her anger onto Mo Han, "You’re really a big fool! You don’t want the money; you should at least ask for thirty or fifty thousand!"

Mo Han shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Mom, let’s go, Dad is still waiting for us here."

"So annoying!"

Yang Meifeng left in a huff, turning around and walking toward her car.

"Thank you, Old Zhu."

Mo Han nodded at Old Master Zhu and then followed along.

"Huff..."

After Mo Han left, Old Master Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, instantly relaxing.

Manager Zhao said in bafflement, "Old Zhu, who is this Mister Mo? You seem to be quite polite to him..."

"Polite? I’m afraid!"

Zhu Wenjin shook his head, recalling how his granddaughter offended Mo Han and got punished by him, and how he himself had spent a whopping one billion yuan on the Qiankun Elixir. He was still shaken by it all.

Huang Shasha pouted and said, "What’s so scary about him? Isn’t he just a feng shui master..."

"Shut your mouth!"

Zhu Wenjin was furious, sending a slap flying toward Huang Shasha, "The matter of you insulting Mister Mo, I haven’t settled the score with you yet!"

"Who gave you the right to judge Mister Mo!"

"Let alone me, even Old Tang, Old Master Wen, and Old Zhou wouldn’t dare to judge Mister Mo! Much less you!"

Old Tang, Old Master Wen, and Old Zhou?

Upon hearing these three names, Manager Zhao was instantly dumbfounded.

Aren’t these the helmsmen of Tang Group, Tang Guowei—Old Master Tang, Wen Corporation, Wen Tianning—Old Master Wen, and Zhou Group, Zhou Zhishan—Old Master Zhou?

Oh my god!

This Mister Mo, who exactly is he?

Including Old Zhu, the four most powerful tycoons of Jiangling City all respected him so.

Smack!

Manager Wei reacted quickly, smacking Huang Shasha’s cheek with his hand, "Huang Shasha! Normally your chatter is tolerable, but now you dare to insult Mister Mo; you’re seeking death!"

"Get out, get out right now!"

He quickly gave Huang Shasha a meaningful look, signaling her to leave immediately.

Huang Shasha was his trusted follower and also his mistress. He knew Old Zhu and Manager Zhao were upset now, and even if Huang Shasha begged for mercy on her knees it would be useless. It was better to leave quickly and out of sight.

"Wuu wuu..."

Huang Shasha, having been slapped twice, felt extremely wronged, but seeing Manager Wei’s expression, she knew now was not the time to argue and simply hung her head.

"Wait a minute!"

Just then, Old Zhu spoke up, "This waitress, she’s not fitting for the job, Xiao Zhao, fire her!"

He had just seen Manager Wei signaling Huang Shasha with his eyes, and he knew their relationship was deep.

If it were any ordinary day, he wouldn’t bother to meddle, but Huang Shasha had angered Mister Mo, which he could not tolerate.

Firing an employee was no pressure for Manager Zhao. He nodded in agreement, and addressing Huang Shasha, said, "You’re fired. Go to the finance department to settle your wages."

"Please, no, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

Huang Shasha was finally scared, falling to her knees, "Old Zhu, Manager Zhao, I’m sorry, I was wrong, my mouth is spiteful, please give me another chance."

"Manager Wei..."

Seeing that he was about to be implicated, Manager Wei quickly disassociated himself and said with a stern attitude, "I think Manager Zhao is right. Huang Shasha shows no respect for laws and regards customers poorly, seriously damaging the brand image of Yunpang Furniture."

"Firing her is the most correct decision!"

"Security! Security! Drag this woman out!"

...

While Huang Shasha was being fired, Mo Han was taking his in-laws to other furniture stores on the street.

However, these stores had furniture that was either outrageously expensive or the style did not match Luo Shanchuan’s taste. They did not find any furniture they liked after searching around.

It was Yang Meifeng, however, who had just received 8888 yuan in her card; she bought herself a vanity worth over two thousand yuan and spent another five thousand on a massage chair.

Seeing that her husband and son-in-law had browsed for half a day without picking anything, Yang Meifeng started eyeing the 800,000 yuan in Mo Han’s hands and said, "Shan Chuan, Mo Han, since we can’t find the right one, why don’t we just buy a set of furniture for a few tens of thousands as a temporary measure?"

"When we earn more money later, we can buy a better set of Yellow Rosewood furniture. Manager Wang told me a few days ago about an investment project that only needs 800,000 yuan, and in six months, it could make 200,000 yuan."

"Mo Han, why don’t you invest this money for mom, and I’ll pay you back in half a year."

An investment project? That’s just something to deceive children.

Luo Shanchuan sneered, debunking his wife, "Mei Feng, stop harboring crooked thoughts!"

"This 800,000 yuan Ning’er and Mo Han have is for buying furniture, and they definitely will not give it to you!"

Seeing her scheme exposed, Yang Meifeng retorted without resigning herself, "Luo Shanchuan! You think I don’t know your thoughts? Aren’t you just eyeing the set of rosewood furniture your mother has?"

"Didn’t you hear what she just said? Even if she smashes or burns that set of furniture, she won’t sell it to our family!"

"Give it up!"