Chapter 1450

The old woman was livid, but even so, she didn't want to fight Chen.

No matter for what reason, it's not wise to start with Chen Yu.

If she was young, she would probably tear up the man in front of her, wring him out and stuff him into the cellar.

Old age, although the accumulation of magic more thick, but energy, physical strength and consciousness are not as high as in the past.

On the contrary, the red haired girl in her shop assistant, just like the fried rooster, has a red and black energy group in her hands.

Chen Yu felt the magic power of the red haired girl, a magic breath he had never seen.

It's not the magic department he's familiar with.

When the old lady saw the magic of the red haired girl, she immediately frowned and scolded: "Wei'er, stop it. You can't do it here. Put your magic away."

If you want to do it, she does it, not Willy.

Since she doesn't have the will to do it herself, what's the point of Wei'er doing it.

At least for now, the old woman has no plans to tear up her face with Chen Yu or the supernatural society behind him.

"What kind of explanation would you like, sir?"

"Why did you sell that comb, and the intention."

The old woman took a deep breath, calmed down, and turned to Wei'er and said, "Wei'er, look at the account book. Did he sell the wooden comb from our shop?"

Even now, the old lady still doubts Chen's words.

Wei'er glares at Chen Yu and opens the account book discontentedly.

"When did it sell?"

"About two months ago."

Wei'er began to search, and finally she found the sales record in the account book.

Wei'er is a clerk in the store. Of course, she needs to keep a record of her sales.

And because the old woman doesn't know how to use electronic equipment, she records in this way.

Wei'er takes out another receipt for comparison.

After more than ten minutes, Wei'er's expression coagulated.

The old lady noticed Wei'er's look, and her heart was thumping. She couldn't really have a problem.

However, the old woman remained calm and indifferent.

"Wei'er, you got it?" The old woman asked lightly, trying to keep calm.

Wei'er nodded slightly: "the wooden comb is a consignment item, and the consigner is Rouen fasibon."

As soon as she heard the name, the old woman didn't calm down.

Rouen faxiben was a famous alchemist.

But his fame does not depend on how powerful he is or what works he has.

But because of his bad name, he dare to try almost any magic prop.

From Asia to Africa, to Europe, and finally to America, he has left a bad name.

"You haven't checked whether his consignment is dangerous or not?" The old woman shouted.

Her magic shop accepts consignments from alchemists and collects commissions from them.

However, in order to ensure their own business reputation, consignment products also need to be inspected.

"I checked..." Wei'er is so anxious that her tears will fall.

Chen Yu is still cold, and he doesn't know if they are playing the double reed.

He won't make a decision easily until he has a clear investigation.

The old woman sighed and heard that it was Rouen fasibon's consignment. Her head was big.

The name is synonymous with trouble.

Now she has 80% assurance. It's Rouen fasibon who decides this problem.

Wei'er should have checked the consignment.

But at her level, how could she play Rouen fasibon, the old fox.

As long as Rouen faxiben made a little camouflage, he could have concealed Wei'er's inspection.

Apart from Rouen's Alchemy level, the two are not at the same level just mentally.

And Rouen fasibon's personal story is too bad.

What taboo experiments and props dare to do.

I'm not sure what evil magic prop Rouen fasibon made this time, and then he took it out to use.

"Mingming is just a general psychic prop..." Wei'er complains in a low voice, but she still thinks Chen Yu is picking up a problem.

"Sir, I think it's our fault." The old lady soon recognized the situation.

She has no advantage, either by force or by reason.

No matter how strong she is, how broad her contacts and how old her qualifications are, she can't compare with the local supernatural society.

So take the initiative to admit and advise, and then push the responsibility.

"We didn't check the consignment for any problems. We are willing to compensate the victims and pay a fine to the supernatural society."

The old lady put her posture very low. First, she said that the problem was us, but our problem was lighter, and we also belonged to the ranks of victims. She also had a good attitude of confession and punishment. You can't run over my old lady."For the compensation of the victims, you should contact the victims yourself. I will give you the contact information of the victims. As for the fine, we don't need the supernatural society. You should bring that Rouen fasibon to the headquarters of the supernatural society." Chen Yu said quietly.

Chen Yu doesn't worry about the old woman's lack of money. This old magic shop looks like an old one. In fact, its sales are not low.

At least the people in their association spend more than $100000 a month here.

Chen estimates that the store's monthly turnover may exceed two million dollars.

Even the compensation for Shara and Sean may not have caused the old woman to bleed.

The old woman frowned and lost little.

As Chen Yu guessed, she has money.

It's not too much to say she's a billionaire.

Hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars, she's got it.

But it's a big trouble for her to catch Rouen fasibon.

Rouen fasibon has been around for many years, and has not been caught up to now.

You don't have to think about all his abilities.

How much blood does it take to catch him?

"Sir, it's just Wei'er and I in this shop. Do you think we can catch Rouen fasibon?"

"You have no ability. You can find someone."

The store has been open for nearly 100 years. Chen believes that the old woman's contacts are definitely not limited to the two people in the store.

It's estimated that the old woman knows more of them than all of the supernatural society.

If she is willing to take blood, she can catch an alchemist more than enough.

And it was her fault, so she had the obligation.

The old lady, of course, is willing to lose money because of this problem.

But I don't want to mix water.

She's in business. What's it like to find someone to catch an alchemist?

And that's not an ordinary alchemist.

Just then, a middle-aged man with messy hair came in.

"Hello, Miss weir, Ms. Mephisto. I'm here to collect the payment."