Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 743 - 742 Wanting Him to Be the Boss_2

743: Chapter 742: Wanting Him to Be the Boss_2

743 -742: Wanting Him to Be the Boss_2

No need to be polite?

Just order whatever?

Hao Jian and the others had a collective facepalm moment, but Hao Jian himself just let out a cold chuckle, “Yuan Facai, oh Yuan Facai, I finally understand why your parents named you that.

How did I never realize you were such a miser?”

Having experienced poverty, Yuan Shanshan understood the importance of money even more.

That’s why she always lived so frugally, only spending when absolutely necessary.

Even now that she had money, she still kept her thrifty nature.

Her mother had told her to always remember her poorer days, especially when times were good.

“Don’t call me by that name, I’m Yuan Shanshan now!” Yuan Shanshan said angrily.

She really disliked that name—it was like a thorn in her side.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, inviting me to eat hot and spicy skewers?

Would a restaurant kill you?” roared Hao Jian.

“Yeah, sis, you’re really being too stingy, it’s so embarrassing in front of my friends,” mumbled Yuan Zhibang, feeling utterly ashamed to be eating hot and spicy skewers with a group.

“You don’t know anything, the stuff in those restaurants is expensive and doesn’t taste as good.

How can they compare to hot and spicy skewers, which are both delicious and affordable?

Right, Boss Lady?” said Yuan Shanshan with a smile to the chubby boss lady in front of her.

“Yep, our hot and spicy skewers here are very clean and affordable.

We grow the vegetables ourselves, and they taste great.

You’ll know once you try them,” the boss lady replied in heavily accented Mandarin.

“See, still stingy!” Yuan Zhibang shook his head, resigned.

“To hell with it, if you’re so eager to eat at a restaurant, have him treat you!

He’s got money!” Yuan Shanshan pointed at Hao Jian.

“I’m broke, I’m poverty-stricken!” Hao Jian quickly said and then started tucking into the hot and spicy skewers on the table.

Yuan Zhibang and the other two couldn’t help but both cry and laugh.

So, it seemed Hao Jian was another miser?

“Pah!

You still have the nerve to call me out!” Yuan Shanshan scrunched up her nose, fuming.

“Old Hu, it’s time to pay your stall rent,” a bunch of thugs announced as they came over and sat themselves down on the stall’s seating.

The customers who were still eating hurriedly ran off at the sight of the gang, leaving only Hao Jian and his group.

The middle-aged man called Old Hu, who was also the stall’s owner and quite plump, said with a bitter expression, “Brother Zhao, didn’t I just pay at the start of the month?

Why do I have to pay again?”

“That payment at the start of the month wasn’t rent; it was the birthday money you gave to Boss Yang.

Now, this is the rent,” Brother Zhao said with a smirk, as he took a skewer of tofu and started eating it.

He was obviously trying to extort Old Hu.

Old Hu wasn’t even close to Boss Yang, so how could he possibly be giving him birthday money?

And if it was really for a birthday tribute, why didn’t they say so when they came to collect the money before?

Initially, they agreed to give him a stall, but they only provided an inconspicuous spot outside the actual stalls, which Old Hu had reluctantly accepted.

Then they kept raising the rent, which was becoming more and more expensive.

Old Hu endured it all for the sake of livelihood.

But now, seeing that they thought he was an easy target, they had begun outright extortion.

At this moment, Hao Jian seemed as if he hadn’t heard their conversation, continuing to eat his food nonchalantly.

After choosing a skewer of fish balls and tasting it, he couldn’t help but be impressed.

He found the hot and spicy skewers to be really good.

Most importantly, the broth was clean, without any random additives mixed in—Boss Lady hadn’t lied.

Those spicy hot pots are becoming dirtier and dirtier, and some unscrupulous businesspeople even add opium poppy husks to the broth to make it taste better.

“Then I won’t rent it!” Old Hu said annoyed.

Instead of being humiliated and swindled over and over again, he’d rather find another place to set up his stall.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Shanshan felt somewhat disappointed.

If Old Hu didn’t continue, she would no longer be able to enjoy such delicious spicy hot pots.

“Rent or not, you still have to pay this month’s rent,” Brother Zhao said arrogantly.

Even if Old Hu wanted to leave, he still had to pay them.

“I already paid at the beginning of the month, and now I won’t pay anymore!” Old Hu said with a cold face, not about to fall for the other party’s extortion.

“Not paying?” Brother Zhao’s face darkened in an instant, and with a kick, he flipped over one of the spicy hot pot tables onto the ground.

The hot pot spilled all over the floor, a loss of at least two to three hundred yuan.

“You…” Old Hu was immediately furious, not expecting the other party to go so far as to make trouble when they couldn’t get the money.

“Zhao Cong, you son of a bitch, we’ve given you money without fail, and this is how you treat us.

You won’t die a good death!” The landlady cursed furiously.

They had not only paid the rent but also occasionally provided Zhao Cong with benefits to speak well of them to Boss Yang and get a rent reduction.

But Zhao Cong would take the money and accept the favors without ever speaking on their behalf.

Now, to actually resort to violence against people, it was too hateful.

The “Boss Yang” they referred to was the person in charge of this commercial plaza, responsible for leasing shop spaces to merchants and collecting rent punctually every month.

The reason he was called “boss” was that he was in charge of the plaza all by himself because the building was located in a rather remote area.

The higher-ups simply didn’t care about this piece of land at all, nor were they concerned whether the shop spaces were leased or not.

Because of this, Boss Yang found a loophole, collecting a fixed rent from some merchants every month but never reporting it to the group.

In recent years, having fallen into gambling and incurring a lot of debt, his greed grew.

Therefore, he kept raising the rent while also extorting small traders like Old Hu.

Originally, Old Hu shouldn’t have had to pay any rent at all, for he didn’t actually occupy a shop space, just setting up a stall outside.

But Boss Yang pressured him to pay rent, and if he didn’t, Zhao Cong would be sent to drive them away and prevent them from doing business there.

Old Hu and the others endured for the sake of their livelihood, but now they could no longer bear it.

Because of Boss Yang’s recklessness, they had hardly made any money over the past few months; sometimes they even incurred losses.

“Cut the crap, pay up quickly.

Otherwise, I’ll smash your stall and then beat you up.

The cost of buying new equipment and materials, plus medical expenses, will teach you a lesson!” Zhao Cong said with a cold face, his expression full of murderous intent and greed.

They would also get a share of the money collected.

These hoodlums were hired by Boss Yang specifically to collect rent, as they used to be exortionists and were adept at this kind of work.

“Not giving money, just one life!

If you dare do anything to me, I’ll call the police.

I’m ready for a fight to the death!” Old Hu also took a strong stance.

“Call the police?

Don’t forget you signed a contract before.

The contract states that you voluntarily rent our space and pay us money every month as compensation.

As for the amount, it’s subject to adjustment by our company according to market prices from time to time.

If you dare breach the contract, we have the right to take any measures against you!”