Chapter 947： Want another money

After Qian Miao listened, he simply replied to Qiao Shiwan, explaining that he would come back later.

"Anyway, there is nothing wrong, I will accompany it to see."

Wei Wu glanced at her quietly and swallowed uncomfortably.

This little detail didn't escape Qianmiao's eyes.

"Anything you want to tell me?"

Wei Wu said slowly: "Has Brother Feng Can mentioned the story of Wutong?"

Qianmiao said: "What's wrong with him?"

Wei Wu retracted his eyes with a click, pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, and poked the rice grains.

"Um, I still don't say anything, wait for him to tell him personally."

Fengxian specially invested in her company in order to open a branch of Wutongji in front of her company.

This matter has always been a secret.

When opening this branch, I also hope that Qian Miao can often go there to eat.

At present, with his support, the third branch has been put on the agenda.

Looking at her hesitating expression, Qian Miao looked down and thought, tapping slightly on the table with his fingertips.

Every time she makes this little action, it means that what she is thinking about is about to come out.

After a while, her mouth provoked a small invisible arc, and she picked up the chopsticks to eat again.

They had already applied for not training on weekends, and Si Han was punished by Si Han to copy the team rules 10,000 times when they came back.

But this time, as soon as they mentioned it, Si Han waved the word consent.

His eyes fixedly looked at Qian Mian, and said, "Be careful."

Wei Wu lifted his eyes and wondered why this teacher was so kind to Qian Mian suddenly?

As she was thinking about it, she saw sharply that there was an iron on the high chair behind Si Han, the iron pressed against a piece of paper.

The piece of paper seemed to be almost mashed, and was tortured into a state of disrepair.

With permission, the two went to Wutongji after class at five o'clock in the afternoon.

When it arrived, it was almost six o'clock. The sky was dim, and the decorative lights of Wutongji Headquarters were lit up one by one.

However, the store is not as lively as it used to be, it is strangely quiet.

As soon as the two of them entered, a thin, tall man walked over to Wei Wu in a hurry, reporting: "Boss, these people have been making trouble here since the afternoon, and they can't solve it if they go to the police station. They watched the police leave, so they continued to say that they wanted to ask for an explanation. They didn't count the medical expenses, and they wanted another money."

Wei Wu has already asked someone to mediate in the afternoon and do whatever it takes. However, this group of people are unwilling to pay for the medical expenses and want more.

After the manager finished speaking, he nodded politely to Qian Miao, and stood to the side to lead the way.

Stepping into the hall and looking at it at a glance, the usual dining area is empty, with only the two tables in front of them.

About ten or twenty men and women were sitting on adjacent tables, with a few computers on the table in front of them.

Several people were sitting and controlling the computer, while others stood behind them, staring at the computer, with a nervous expression on their faces, and suddenly cheered in unison.

This atmosphere makes people feel the illusion of being in an Internet cafe.

"This group of people have been playing games here, and scared the guests who came in. We had to cancel the rest of today's orders."

As the voice fell, the three attracted the group's attention.

The manager stepped forward and said, "This is the boss of Wutongji, don't we have something to say? Let's talk."

The long-faced man sitting in the main seat among them snorted and glanced at the blue-haired woman next to him and smiled disdainfully: "This little **** is our boss? Okay! The boss, right? Our people hurt my brother. Have to lose money."