12dz Chapter 692 A Bet That Cannot Be Backed On
Chapter 692 A Bet That Cannot Be Backed On
These sharp words immediately startled everyone.
The Meng family were just merchants; they had never seen Lin Ping with such a kingly aura before, so it was only natural that they were afraid.
Meng Qingge blushed with embarrassment; Lin Ping's way of addressing her was rather intimate.
When everyone calmed down, they all glared angrily at Lin Ping, including Meng Qingge.
She not only had a shallow relationship with Lin Ping, but also didn't want to have anything to do with him.
Just as she was about to refute Lin Ping, Huang Jiayu grabbed her arm and whispered in her ear, "Wuqing doesn't seem like the kind of person who acts recklessly. Let's listen to him this once."
"Meng Qingge, did you find him? Even if you need a man to back you up, he has to be reliable. What kind of ability could someone as poor and shabby as him have?" Meng Qingchao said sarcastically.
On the surface, it's mocking Lin Ping, but in reality, it's alluding to Meng Qingge.
"Meng Qingge, this poor boy isn't your fiancé, is he?" Su Qingya said sneer.
This remark immediately caused a burst of laughter.
News of Lin Ping's arrival in the capital spread quickly to the Meng residence. If they weren't so busy with other matters, they would have really wanted to go and see this exceptional man.
Meng Qingge wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground. Even though she didn't look down on poor people, these harsh words were still unpleasant to hear.
"Brother-in-law, that's Meng Qingchao! Beat him up!" Meng Qingfan couldn't hold back any longer and hurriedly whispered in Lin Ping's ear.
Although his voice was soft, the title "brother-in-law" still reached Meng Qingge's ears.
His long-suppressed anger suddenly flared up.
However, just as she was about to erupt like a volcano, her slender fingers were suddenly grasped by a pair of large hands.
Lin Ping's body temperature felt like a cool stream flowing into my heart, and all my anger vanished.
"Meng Qingchao, are you going to agree or not?" Lin Pingfu asked.
Pressed repeatedly by Lin Ping, a poor boy, Meng Qingchao felt embarrassed and wanted to tear him to pieces, but he had to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor.
Lin Ping was secretly hoping he would make the first move, so he could beat him so badly he couldn't take care of himself.
"Meng Qingge, is this also your idea?" Meng Qingchao asked coldly, his tone quite threatening.
She initially thought Lin Ping was just messing around, but now she felt there was some truth to it. Why should she always have to do what Meng Qingchao said?
“That’s right, that’s my idea. If you don’t agree, I will never beg the restaurant owner,” Meng Qingge said firmly.
Over the years, she had done so much for the Meng family, yet in the end, she still had to submit to Meng Qingchao. Now, after refuting him once, she suddenly felt relieved.
Meng Qingchao gritted his teeth and finally nodded, saying, "Okay, I promise you. If you can complete the task, I will serve you tea and water from now on. But if you fail to complete it, you will have to hand over the winery completely."
At this moment, Lin Ping waved his hand and said, "You must have a problem with your ears. I didn't say I was serving tea and water to my Qingge, but to everyone in the east wing."
Lin Ping truly never fails to make shocking statements. The east wing not only housed Meng Qingge, but also Meng Yuanping and his wife, Meng Qingfan, and even Lin Ping himself, not to mention the servants.
"You..." Meng Qingchao gritted his teeth in anger, but he couldn't go back on his word at this critical moment, so he stomped his foot and said, "I promise you, Meng Qingge, I hope you're not just bluffing."
He agreed so readily because he was certain that Meng Qingge would not be able to complete the task.
Moreover, with this bet, one can openly and legitimately seize absolute power.
Upon hearing that he wanted to increase the stakes, Meng Qingge suddenly felt a little regretful.
“If you back out now, you’ll never be able to hold your head up again. Besides, even without this bet, Meng Qingchao would take the opportunity to trample you underfoot and hand over the distillery sooner or later,” Lin Ping whispered in her ear.
Meng Qingge naturally understood this principle, but she just didn't expect that Lin Ping, a poor boy, could see it so clearly.
“Okay, I promise you!” Meng Qingge answered decisively.
"Since that's the case, what are you waiting for? You should appear before the owner of Qingfeng Tower immediately!" Meng Qingchao smiled triumphantly.
That's right, the restaurant that became so popular was Qingfenglou. No other restaurant could become so popular in just half a month.
During the past two weeks in Kyoto, Lin Ping has been quite busy. He had already sent the news back to Yingtianfu and concentrated all his resources to buy these restaurants in Kyoto, all in an effort to win over Meng Qingge.
We don't understand the lives of the rich.
Meng Qingge was a strong-willed woman. Even under the glaring sun, she had to go to Qingfeng Tower immediately to discuss business.
"Grandmother, let me help you back to rest," Meng Qingchao said solicitously.
He was certain that the owner of Qingfeng Tower would not easily see Meng Qingge; given her stubborn nature, she would definitely wait until dark, or even dawn.
This trip could take a whole day, so there's no need for them to wait here.
"Alright, alright, I'm tired too, it's time for me to rest." The old lady smiled kindly; she only showed this attitude in front of Meng Qingchao.
At this point, even the relatives who had come to watch the spectacle wanted to go home and sleep.
Only by eating well, sleeping well, and resting in good spirits can we wait to see Meng Qingge's good show.
"Please don't be in such a hurry, everyone. Why not have a cup of tea before you leave? Perhaps Qingge will be back soon?" Lin Ping sat lazily in the armchair and began to drink tea as if no one else was around.
"You brat, I think you won't learn your lesson until you're faced with death." Meng Qingchao's face turned ashen, and he thought to himself, "Once Meng Qingge hands over power, I'll make you pay."
He is the young master of the Meng family, while Lin Ping is just a poor boy from the countryside who is protected by Huang Jiayu.
Once Meng Qingge loses power, the entire East Wing will be finished.
If the skin doesn't attach, where will the hair stay?
Meng Qingchao has a hundred ways to kill Lin Ping without having to do it himself.
“Very well, I’ll keep you company while you drink tea.” Meng Qingchao simply sat down opposite Lin Ping, waiting for him to kneel down and beg for mercy.
The onlookers, naturally, didn't mind a big piece of gossip; the bigger the better. So they all stayed to wait for news from Meng Qingge.
Even the old lady ordered someone to bring over a reclining chair, and patiently lay down to wait.
Meanwhile, Meng Qingge arrived in front of Qingfeng Tower and was immediately overwhelmed by its magnificent presence.
After getting off the carriage, I was startled by the bustling crowd.
It's lunchtime now, and Qingfenglou is packed with people.
In order not to disturb the customers' dining, the restaurant owner refused to see any business owners who were discussing business, saying that he would not see them until late afternoon.
These wealthy businessmen, used to a life of luxury, couldn't stand the scorching sun. They wanted to go home and wait, but were afraid of missing business, so they formed a long line and waited patiently outside the door.
"Miss, the sun is strong outside. Let's wait inside the carriage," Yun'er said with concern.
“The Meng family is already weak. If we wait in the carriage, we will lose our sincerity. How can we possibly close this deal?” Meng Qingge shook her head and said.
"Is this Miss Meng Qingge?" At that moment, a middle-aged man with a large belly rushed over.