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Brother-in-law!
Old Liu felt his heart racing for some unknown reason. The last time he experienced such a feeling was when he sold fake fruit seedlings, causing a family to fall apart, and he had to witness them crash into a wall right in front of him. If it hadn't been for his sister pleading desperately on his behalf, Old Liu would have been finished long ago.
Many years had passed since then. Old Liu thought he would never feel that way again, but at this moment, seeing Mao Wei standing silently in front of him, his heart sank once more. That feeling returned.
Brother-in-law! Old Liu's face was filled with despair as he weakly asked, "You won't just abandon me, will you?"
Mao Wei remained silent for a moment before slowly replying, "Xiao Liu, this time I really can't help you. You've offended someone I can't afford to cross."
In an instant, Old Liu's face turned pale. He trembled as he asked, "Who... who is it? What does it have to do with me?"
Mao Wei gritted his teeth and cautiously uttered three words.
Old Liu's face took on an odd shade of green, and his eyes instantly lost their light.
Sighing, Mao Wei patted Xiao Liu's shoulder and said, "Xiao Liu, I heard you have a friend selling agricultural machinery in Jianghe City? You should go find him and hang out there; you’re no longer needed here."
Brother-in-law! Old Liu's lips were devoid of color as he looked at Mao Wei in despair, unable to believe that Mao Wei would treat him this way. After all, he was his brother-in-law.
Seeing the expression on Old Liu's face, Mao Wei's gaze turned cold as he said softly, "You're just my brother-in-law, not my brother. Otherwise, I might have pleaded for you."
You've brought this upon yourself. And remember, you must complete the transaction with him; I will be supervising. Do you understand?
Old Liu forced a bitter smile and replied, "Understood."
Mao Wei raised an eyebrow; this time Old Liu didn't call him brother-in-law. After giving Old Liu a deep look, Mao Wei turned and walked away.
He cleared his throat and looked around at the onlookers, his expression stern as he declared loudly, "The black-hearted merchant Old Liu has severely violated the regulations of the Fruit Tree Trading Market. I have decided to revoke his business license and expel him from the Fruit Tree Trading Market. Once his transactions are completed, his shop will be vacated. Anyone interested in his shop can come to my office in a few days to discuss."
After speaking, Mao Wei flashed a sycophantic smile at Chen Xuan and hurriedly left. Old Liu was left standing there, dazed and confused.
What should the boss do now? With Mao Wei gone, Old Liu called over a few workers who were anxiously fidgeting, looking to him for guidance.
Old Liu waved his hand dejectedly. "Continue delivering the goods." He had just lost a hundred thousand to Chen Xuan and had bought a BMW for Mao Wei a few days ago. Now, being expelled from the Fruit Tree Trading Market, Old Liu was left with nothing. All the ill-gotten gains he had worked so hard for over the years had vanished!
It’s all your fault! Old Liu glared venomously at Chen Xuan before lowering his head and leaving the scene in disgrace.
The workers exchanged glances, unsure of what to do next. Chen Xuan casually tossed the hundred thousand he had in hand to one of the workers and said, "Gather thirty thousand Fruit Seedlings for me and deliver them to the address I just provided."
"Understood, boss!" The workers nodded eagerly.
They quickly rushed into Old Liu's shop, loading up all the suitable Fruit Seedlings onto their vehicle while discarding any subpar ones.
Meanwhile, the crowd watching this scene erupted in chatter.
"Oh my goodness! That black-hearted Old Liu has surrendered!"
"He really got fined a hundred thousand for those Fruit Seedlings; that's impressive!"
"Did Director Mao really say he would expel Old Liu? Is it true?"
"Hahaha! Did you see how Old Liu walked away with his head down? It must be true!"
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