Gao Hui, her face cold, was still beautiful and charming, but her overly polite "Thank you for your patronage" exuded an air of keeping people at a thousand miles distance.

Jing Haotian and the pimply-faced fatso were both stunned.

"Did you really hear me clearly? My company has three hundred employees, and we can place long-term meal orders here. That's a significant source of income," Jing Haotian reminded her.

Gao Hui's formulaic smile came forth as she said, "Thank you for your patronage, please settle the bill."

The pimply-faced fatso glared and blurted, "What kind of way is that to speak? What attitude? Our young master wants to set up staff meals here because he thinks highly of you, don't be ungrateful."

Hearing the fatso's words, Gao Hui replied coldly, "Please settle the bill and leave; you are not welcome here."

The fatso sneered, "Turning down money, are you stupid?"

Seeing Gao Hui's anger rising, Jing Haotian gave a slight smile, stopped the pimply-faced fatso, and said seriously, "Your shop is very small, with few customers, and the prices are low. In reality, apart from earning some hard-earned money, there's no real profit to be made."

"Accept my order, and I can double your profit."

Gao Hui coldly replied, "Thank you for your kindness, please settle the bill and leave, otherwise, I am calling the police."

The pimply-faced fatso stood up, slamming the table, and said coldly, "For being so uncooperative, you deserve to be in poverty for the rest of your life!"

Gao Hui glared back at him, unwaveringly demanding, "Please settle the bill and leave!"

The pimply-faced fatso, grabbing a chair nearby as if to smash the shop, was stopped as Jing Haotian stood up, his face dark, coldly taking out a banknote from his wallet and handing it to Gao Hui with a faint smile before letting go.

As the banknote fluttered down through the air, Jing Haotian said with a smile, "You will pay a price for your refusal, and soon."

With that, he turned and walked away.

The pimply-faced fatso quickly followed, anxiously asking, "Young master, that little bitch actually dared to refuse you. Are we going to let it go just like that?"

Jing Haotian's expression turned icy, and Xu Nan's smile inexplicably surfaced in his mind.

"Why? I am more handsome than Shen Qiang and wealthier than him; why do they prefer to be close to Shen Qiang?"

Full of confusion and rage, Jing Haotian still forced himself to appear calm and stated, "The woman that Shen Qiang can take a fancy to must have something exceptional about her. Although she just runs this small bun shop, she might have been very wealthy in the past and doesn't care for this small amount of money."

The pimply-faced fatso was shocked, "Young master, I've investigated her; her family is very ordinary; her father is a bus driver, and her mother is a bus ticket seller..."

"If I say she is, then she is!" Jing Haotian roared in fury.

The pimply-faced fatso immediately fell silent.

Slamming the car door shut, Jing Haotian grew even angrier.

The humiliation!

Jing Haotian, with his physique, education, family background, and wealth, never would have imagined that today, in this small bun shop, a married woman whom he wouldn't ordinarily spare a glance, not only failed to get her phone number,

but was repeatedly asked to settle the bill and leave.

It was humiliating!

Xu Nan, the young lady of Wanxin Hesheng, with great talent, high cultivation, intelligence, a broad mind, and the Xu family's strength surpassing the Jing family, it was understandable that she didn't think much of him since her status spoke for itself.

But what was Gao Hui?

A tiny bun shop that, if it did well, made five or six hundred yuan a day, and on the low end, only a couple hundred yuan.

Her family didn't even own a small apartment, all of them crammed into a rented place.

Just like that, she actually dared to refuse the favor of this young master!

"Unforgivable!"

A formidable surge of Golden Core Stage True Yuan burst out, causing the fatty beside him to turn pale with fright.

"Young Master, you..."

Jing Haotian said with a grim face, "I've run out of patience. I hate this city. We'll do it tonight. I will use extreme measures to make Shen Qiang, that bastard, and that little brat from before understand that I am an existence they must kneel and look up to!"

Scared by his chilling tone, the fatty quickly said, "Yes, Young Master, we will take care of it."

Gazing through the car window at the small bun shop, Jing Haotian sneered, "Little builder, feel proud for now. Tonight, I will make you understand what it means to wish for death!"

"Drive!"

Following Jing Haotian's command, the luxury business car parked on the roadside slowly drove away...

Meanwhile, inside his Storage Ring, which now contained about four hundred pounds of Gathering Qi Powder materials, Shen Qiang had returned home.

Ye Xiaolei and Ali were in the terrace garden, and Shen Qiang was eager to ask Qian Shanxue if she agreed to sell her spoils of war. However, when he inquired, Qian Shanxue had not yet returned, so naturally, Shen Qiang told them to inform Qian Shanxue that he was looking for her as soon as she came back.

After handling this, Shen Qiang went up to the third floor.

He was preparing to refine Gathering Qi Powder.

This product fetched a price of ten thousand yuan per gram at a Cultivator's auction, while the actual cost was only a few tens of yuan per pound. Refining this product for profit was clearly the most suitable and appropriate choice for this stage.

Taking out a Furnace Tripod sealed with an Immortal Sealing Technique, Shen Qiang began to refine the Gathering Qi Powder.

With his previous refining experience and a higher level of cultivation now, refining came naturally and with ease.

It was just that the very moment the first batch of Gathering Qi Powder was almost finished and before Shen Qiang could withdraw his True Qi...

A figure flashed by the window, and Qian Shanxue, clad in jeans and a sharp shirt, had already appeared beside Shen Qiang.

Her eyes wide with surprise, she exclaimed, "Are you refining Spiritual Medicine?"

Ignoring Shen Qiang's feelings completely, she took a small pair of tweezers and picked up some of the newly refined Gathering Qi Powder, shocked, "It's Gathering Qi Powder."

Shen Qiang, with a frown etched between his brows, gathered all the medicines from the Furnace Tripod into his Storage Ring and said, "Alright, I want to ask you now, can you at least use the door when you come and go?"

Qian Shanxue frowned, "Is it important?"

Shen Qiang said angrily, "I need privacy! You can't keep appearing and disappearing like a ghost all the time, understand? Please, use the door in the future, knock before you come in, and wait for my permission, okay?"

Qian Shanxue looked at Shen Qiang calmly and said, "I'm asking you if the matter you're looking for me for is very important?"

Looking at her stunning face, which seemed completely unconcerned with what Shen Qiang had just said, Shen Qiang felt helpless.

But after a moment of thought, Shen Qiang still suppressed the frustration welling up inside him and said, "It's like this, I need a large sum of money by Saturday, and I don't have enough on hand. So, I was thinking of selling those junk spoils you have to raise funds, I'll treat the amount used as a loan from you, and I will definitely pay you back in the future."

Hearing this, Qian Shanxue uttered an "Oh."

And just as Shen Qiang was trying to figure out whether she agreed or not, a bank card flew into his hands.

Following a gesture from Qian Shanxue...

Whoosh!

At a glance, at least a hundred different types of Magical Treasures were piled up like a small mountain before Shen Qiang's eyes.

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