Strongest Deceptive System

0When Han Nana and Dongjian heard this, both of them had gloomy expressions.    

    

After all, Han Nana and Dongjian were both from the Korea, and the national pure pickled vegetables that they were so proud of, had actually been reduced to nothing by Shang Liang, which made them feel very sad.    

    

Shang Liang was currently at the level of a God of Food, so a feature of Korea like pickled vegetables simply did not enter Shang Liang's eyes.    

    

Han Nana was a little unwilling, and advised: "Mr. Shang, just because there are some things that you cannot see through just by looking at the surface, that does not mean that its taste is satisfactory."    

    

"Therefore, Mr. Shang, please have a taste before making your decision!" Dongjian continued.    

    

Seeing the expressions of the two, Shang Liang immediately understood what was going on.    

    

Shang Liang laughed, nodded and said: "Alright, since you guys strongly recommend it, you want me to taste it, then I will taste it!"    

    

With that said, Shang Liang picked up the chopsticks and picked up a pickled vegetable from the bowl.    

    

After taking a bite, Shang Liang shook his head, his face full of dissatisfaction.    

    

When Han Nana and Dongjian saw this, their faces were filled with anxiety.    

    

Dongjian asked anxiously: "Mr. Shang, what, you don't like it?"    

    

"To be honest, it's not tasty at all." Shang Liang commented, "This is the first time I have tasted it, it tastes extremely good and is extremely mellow. After the entrance, however, the two levels were severely split. After that, he felt even worse and had no intention of eating it. I think, for this kind of vegetarian pickle, after I eat it for the first time, I will definitely not eat it again! "    

    

Dongjian and Han Nana looked at each other speechlessly. They could not understand why Shang Liang did not like pickled vegetables that much.    

    

"Pah!" At this time, a middle-aged man sitting next to Shang Liang smacked the table and stood up. He walked in front of Shang Liang and said huffily: "Kid, I have been eating pickled vegetables for thirty years and have never heard of a customer criticizing this shop. "I didn't think that you would be so vicious at such a young age, rejecting pickles completely!"    

    

"I'm speaking the truth." Shang Liang said calmly.    

    

"This is our Korea's dining world's Da Jia. This brat offended Da Jia, he's asking for trouble!"    

    

"Young people nowadays are too f * cking unreasonable, overestimating themselves!"    

    

"That's right, especially after 0000, which is also known as Eggy. Every single one of them is as big as 258,000 yuan! We should let Da Jia teach him a lesson! "    

    

"Hmph, underestimating the purity of our Korea. I support Da Jia to teach him a lesson!"    

    

"I support it too!"    

    

"Me too!"    

    

"…"    

    

At this time, all of the Korea customers in the hall stood on the side of the Da Jia.    

    

"If you don't like it, you can eat it." Da Jia said coldly, "This pickle shop has always had a good reputation. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many customers. The culture of our Korea is not something a child of the Yellow Hair like you can casually comment on! "    

    

Shang Liang squinted his eyes, and said faintly: "If I had said that, I would have cooked some pickled vegetables on the spot, and would have tasted even better than this pickled vegetables restaurant!"    

    

"How come I see a cow flying in the sky!" Da Jia rolled his eyes and said with disdain, "If you can cook more delicious pickles than this pickled vegetables restaurant, I will kneel down and acknowledge you as my master!"    

    

"You said it yourself!" The corner of Shang Liang's mouth raised slightly, and with a meaningful look: "You're Da Jia, in front of so many customers, you can't go back on your word!"    

    

"I mean it!" Da Jia thought for a moment, then took out his mobile and opened up a live webcast platform. He entered his live broadcast studio and said, "Look, how do you make pickled vegetables that are even more delicious than this pickle restaurant? If I lose, I'll kneel down and acknowledge him as my teacher. However, if you lose, I also have a request. "    

    

"What request?" Shang Liang asked.    

    

"Actually, my request is also very simple." Da Jia said with a smile, "I want you to give 30 million to every customer who dines here. Until your thirty million is gone. "    

    

"Da Jia, what a sinister thought!" Shang Liang thought quietly, thirty million was not a small number. If he really lost, Da Jia would start a ruckus when he gave out 30 million and light up the mood to rob the customers.    

    

At that time, Shang Liang would become the target of public criticism, and would not be able to escape even if he wanted to.    

    

Da Jia's method of torture was really powerful!    

    

Seeing Shang Liang mutter to himself for a moment, Da Jia immediately taunted: "What, you don't have thirty million! If you can't take it out, then I see that you don't need to cook pickled vegetables on the spot! "    

    

"Who said I can't afford 30 million!" Shang Liang sneered, then took out a bank card from his bosom. He waved it in front of Da Jia and said: "Let me tell you, in this bank card of mine, there are hundreds of millions of dollars!"    

    

"Billions?" Da Jia didn't believe him at all. He snorted disdainfully. "Who would believe that?"    

    

"You don't believe it!" Shang Liang laughed, and waved at Dongjian, who immediately nodded: "Mr. Shang, please give me your instructions!"    

    

Shang Liang gave the bank card in his hand to Dongjian, and instructed: "Dongjian, take this card and go to the bank to take out the 30 million cash.    

    

"Huh?" Dongjian had a surprised face, "Mr. Shang, do you really have to take out thirty million?"    

    

"Yes." Shang Liang nodded, "Dongjian, go."    

    

"Alright, Mr. Shang." Thus, Dongjian walked out of the pickled vegetable shop.    

    

When Dongjian returned, at the entrance of the pickled vegetable shop, there was another carriage with the words "armed escorts" written on it.    

    

After Dongjian entered the pickled vegetable shop, he walked in front of Shang Liang and said: "Mr. Shang, I have 30 million in cash, it is in the carriage below. I can get the money if you need it. "    

    

"Sigh!" There really is a cash cart! "    

    

"That's right!" I didn't expect that the van would be my bodyguard! "    

    

"What do you know? This is an industry rule, protecting the owner's safety!"    

    

"To be honest, with so much cash, it would be amazing if we could get the bank to transport them in person!"    

    

"…"    

    

The most lively thing in the world would always be the people eating melon, and even the Korea was no exception.    

    

Daga walked over to the window and looked down. There was a cash cart parked below, and two policemen with guns on guard.    

    

Shang Liang smiled and said: "Mr. Da Jia, the money is already in place, can we start now?"    

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"Sure!" Da Jia smiled and said, "I seem to see that the 30 million is going to be gone soon!"