862: C862 It's to Piss You off

C862 It's to Piss You off

Luocheng was a metropolis with a population of almost ten million. The west side of the city that Chen Ming spoke of was actually the west side of the Nine Tripod Commerce market.

Every day, the thousands of acres of farmers' market continued to supply the metropolis with fresh food.

There were so many different kinds of ingredients that it was a good choice to buy some wild bamboo rats.

Chen Ming always said that the wind was the rain, and when he heard that they were going to buy a Bamboo Mouse, he hastily ran away, pulling Yang Song and Zhou Li along as he prepared to get on the car.

Yang Song looked at this wealthy young master helplessly. This fellow was being too playful.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Have you finished your homework?" Do you know how to differentiate between domesticated and wild bamboo rats? " Yang Song sat in the back row and asked Chen Ming with a smile.

It was better if Yang Song didn't ask. This question stunned Chen Ming. He stuttered for a long time before stuttering, "Then, should we still go?"

"Puchi!"

Meng Shihan couldn't hold back her laughter.

Chen Ming looked at Meng Shihan, who was laughing nonstop with her hands covering her face. The corners of his mouth twitched, but he didn't dare to say anything.

"Why are you so flustered? Just drive. Since Yang Song has asked, he must have done his homework. " Meng Shihan glared at Chen Ming.

Yang Song nodded, and then said to Chen Ming, "Shihan is right. I went to a few restaurants that Lu Yue had dined in half a month ago. I have already known about his secret." We just need to buy it. "

Chen Ming looked at Yang Song and Zhou Li, who were following him. He curled his lips and said nothing. This dog food really wasn't delicious. He started the car and sped towards the west side of the city where the nine cauldrons were.

Chen Ming's car drove very fast. In the afternoon, the nine cauldrons were still filled with people.

"Go, let's go to area B, that's the live poultry area!" Once they arrived at the wholesale food market, Yang Song was like a fish in water. He looked full of energy and was confident and confident.

Yang Song led the two of them around the entire area, but they were greatly disappointed.

There were people swimming in the water, flying in the sky, and even digging holes in the ground. However, none of them were willing to sell the tiny Bamboo Mice. This made Yang Song's head hurt.

Meng Shihan, who was standing to the side, comforted her, "If you can't buy the Bamboo Mouse, then forget it."

Seeing Yang Song's anxious face, Chen Ming went up to comfort him, "It's alright if you have nine cauldrons. Let's go visit Hai Hong." It might be there. "

Meng Shihan glared at Chen Ming and snappily said, "Just think about it, Hai Hong is a seafood market."

Chen Ming was exposed on the spot by Meng Shihan, so he was not embarrassed. He had always loved to joke around and wanted to sing the same tune as Meng Shihan and tease Yang Zhen to relax his heart.

However, Yang Song refused to take advantage of this situation. He was a person who would never give up until he achieved his goal. As for the conversation between Meng Shihan and Chen Ming, he did not take it to heart at all.

"Let's go to the pet market and take a look." Yang Song suddenly headed towards the pet market.

Meng Shihan and Chen Ming looked at each other in dismay, but they didn't think much and quickly gave chase.

The pet market was still in Area D, and it was similarly vast.

Meng Shihan and Chen Ming's group chased for half an hour before they found Yang Song in front of a rat pet market.

Yang Song was carefully observing a bamboo cage. After a while, he finally asked, "Boss, is this a wild bamboo mouse? Are you sure you don't want to eat them? "

When Yang Song's words came out, it immediately attracted a peculiar gaze from the crowd.

A girl dressed in Chinese clothing glared at Yang Song and snappily said, "The Bamboo Mouse is so cute, how can you bear to eat it? "Too bad."

Yang Song smiled awkwardly, went close to the boss and whispered, "Boss, I won't hide the truth from you." I'm here for a restaurant. I recently developed a new dish for stir-frying Bamboo Mice, but I haven't been able to buy any wild Bamboo Mice.

When the pet shop owner heard Yang Song's words, he curiously looked at Yang Song. He lowered his head and said in a flat tone: "I heard that there is a store in the new district that sells Bamboo Mice. Are you trying to learn from them?"1

Yang Song didn't expect his reputation as an eater to be so well-known. He asked curiously, "How do you know that there are several hundred thousand restaurants in Luo City selling fiery-red Bamboo Mice?"

The boss looked at Yang Song as if he was a fool, pointed at the Bamboo Mouse on the ground, and then busied himself with greeting the other customers.

Yang Song understood very quickly. He did not expect Zhou Yuanzhi to think the same thing as him. It seemed like this fellow had put quite a lot of thought into this matter in order to win over him.

He actually started to admire Zhou Yuancai a little, but this was just an instant thought.

He quickly walked up to the boss and asked in a low voice, "Can these Bamboo Rats sell me?"

The boss glanced at Yang Song and shook his head. He had a strange expression on his face as he said, "You couldn't have been called here by that guy, Lu Yue, right?"

Then he pushed Yang Song away impatiently and said, "I'm not selling, I'm not selling. This is a pet, not food. "You can go."

Yang Song didn't expect the boss to be so weird. Not only did he not sell the goods, he even pushed himself against the crowd. It was clear that he did not want to sell it to him.

However, Yang Song was patient. He simply stood to the side and waited quietly.

In the wee hours of the morning, the boss was finally about to close his stall. He glanced at Yang Song, and his expression changed again. He then said expressionlessly, "You can come in."

"Are you really not here for that bastard Lu Yue?" The boss poured the three of them a cup of tea and said calmly.

Yang Song's face was filled with helplessness. He could only recount the contentious relationship between him and Zhou Yuanqi.

When the boss heard this, he pointed at the Bamboo Mouse and said, "I've spent a lot of effort to catch this Bamboo Mouse, but this guy Lü Yue actually doesn't know what I'm talking about."

Yang Song knew what was good for it. He shook his head and said, "I've seen wild bamboo mice before. Boss, you look so thin. You have so much dirt on your claws. You can tell with a glance."

Hearing Yang Song's words, the boss' expression finally relaxed. He smiled and then said in a flat tone, "You also know that wild Bamboo Rats are not easy to catch. "This Bamboo Mouse of mine is too cheap to sell. I won't sell it for three times the price."

"Name your price, I'll take it all." When Yang Song heard that the boss finally let go, he waved his hand and said heroically.

"300 yuan for one. Not for sale if it's too low."

"What?" "300, why don't you just snatch it?" Chen Ming couldn't take it anymore.

The boss glared at Chen Ming and was about to close the door and lock it. How could Yang Song be willing to comply? After another round of pleasantries, he added 50 yuan before buying the Bamboo Mouse.

Very quickly, the nine cauldrons of night market also gradually closed. Yang Song happily brought the ten Bamboo Mice he bought for 3000 yuan home.

Watching Yang Song's departing figure, the boss took out his phone and made a call.

"Boss Zhou, I sold all of those sick rats. Did you manage to pay the remaining thirty thousand? Have you settled the tickets you were talking about? "

This was a sick rat after all. If something were to happen, many people would end up having problems. At that time, they would definitely be investigated.

If he wasn't in urgent need of money, he wouldn't have done such a black-hearted thing!

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