Rising from the villain rich second generation

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"Young master, I, I."

"It's too difficult for me."

Looking at the 100 million cash in front of her, and Wang Aoran in front of her, this old woman really wants to cry.

I feel as if I have been on a pirate ship that is not only leaky, but also mentally ill as the captain.

It's time to finish...

Chapter 339 The Porcelain Brigade

after an hour.

The old woman and a dozen old men and old women, with an average age of more than 60 years old, walked into the coffee shop tremblingly.

Standing in front of Wang Aoran respectfully.

This made the coffee shop owner feel terrified.

These old people, in case the health is not good, they suddenly fall to the ground and vomit blood.

His coffee shop will follow suit.

"Gudong."

The owner of the coffee shop swallowed a mouthful of spit with difficulty, and walked towards Wang Aoran cautiously under the watchful eyes of several waiters.

"Sir, our shop is about to close."

"You see if you take them with you."

"Change place?"

Afraid of accidents, the owner of the coffee shop decided to close during the evening rush hour.

It was also difficult for him.

"Snapped!"

Wang Aoran wouldn't talk nonsense with the coffee shop owner, he just slapped him backhanded.

He slapped the coffee shop owner's face hard!

"Are you talking nonsense with me?"

Wang Aoran glanced coldly at the coffee shop owner: "One more beep, believe it or not, I smashed your coffee shop for you?"

"Gudong."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

The owner of the coffee shop swallowed a mouthful of spit with difficulty. After being slapped, he didn't dare to make nonsense comparisons with Wang Aoran at this moment.

He knew very well that Wang Aoran was not joking with him.

Wang Aoran would really smash his shop down without hesitation!

"roll."

Wang Aoran ignored the owner of the coffee shop, but glanced at the dozen or so elderly, weak, sick and disabled old men and old women: "Not bad, very good."

"You guys are interesting."

"Boss, what should we do?"

"Would you like to call the police?"

Several waiters looked at the cafe owner suspiciously, all very worried.

"Why did you call the police? What reason do you have to call the police?"

"The law says we can't accept elderly customers?"

The owner of the coffee shop smiled wryly: "Give me quick eyesight and quick hands, and take good care of these old men and women."

"Don't let anything happen."

The owner of the cafe clasped his hands together: "The Tathagata Buddha, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, the Lord of Heaven, Allah, God, the Virgin Mary and the Flying Noodles are truly blessed."

"Don't let them get into trouble!"

"Young Master, what is it that you called us over?"

The old woman in the lead looked at Wang Aoran cautiously.

The other old men and old women did not speak, they all looked at Wang Aoran very vigilantly.Because they all knew that Wang Aoran had some mental problems.

So easily, they didn't dare to talk to Wang Aoran, for fear of angering Wang Aoran.

If it weren't for the old woman who sent them 1 yuan, they would be greedy for money.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have come to see such a mentally handicapped Wang Aoran.

"I call you here, there is only one thing."

Wang Aoran sneered, and stretched out a finger: "This is it, let you form one."

"Pengci Brigade!"

"what's the situation?"

"Pengci Brigade?"

"What is this going on?"

A group of old men and old women were very confused, looked at each other, and talked about it.I don't know what is wrong with Wang Aoran's brain, and he wants to set up such a troublesome Porcelain Brigade.

Isn't this funny?

What a joke!

"It's the Porcelain Brigade!"

Wang Aoran nodded slightly, and answered affirmatively to the doubting old women and old men: "You people, from now on, will be under her leadership."

"They're all part of the Porcelain Porcelain Brigade."

Wang Aoran looked at the headed old woman: "What's your name?"

"Return to Young Master Wang's words."

"My name is Huang Juhua."

The old woman Huang Juhua, who was the leader, quickly answered Wang Aoran.

"very good."

Wang Aoran nodded slightly, pointing at Huang Juhua: "From now on, you are the captain of this Porcelain Brigade."

"Take them and touch porcelain for me."

"I still say the same thing, as long as what you do satisfies me, I will reward 50 each!"

"If not dissatisfied."

Wang Aoran sneered: "I will throw you into a cesspool and drown you!"

"Young Master Wang, how do you want us to touch porcelain?"

"Whose money does Pengci get?"

"What if we are arrested by the Public Security Bureau?"

"No, I was injured while touching porcelain, is this considered a work-related injury?"

A group of old men and old women are all people who care about every penny.Looking at Wang Aoran, they discussed and questioned Wang Aoran.

"Your question. I can answer you exactly."

After scanning the crowd of elders and aunts, Wang proudly said with a smile: "The money earned by Pengci belongs to you, and I won't marry any of it."

"You are going to be taken away, I will send someone to bail you out and catch you."

"If you are injured, it is considered a work-related injury, and I will pay for your treatment. If you die, it will be considered a death in the line of duty. I will compensate your family members and take care of your funeral."

"What you need to do."

Wang Aoran sneered: "That is, at least ten people touch me every day!"

"The more important point is to let these people know that I let you touch porcelain and make them hate me!"

"Whoever can't do it.

Wang Aoran grinned sinisterly: "Don't blame me for saying something ugly first."

"If you can't do it, I'll kill anyone!"

"I can't do this."

"Too dangerous."

An old man glanced at the foolish Wang Aoran and wanted to leave.

"Break the leg."

Wang Aoran gave his cousin Wangsun a look.

"Snapped."