"Sir, this roasted naan is only 10 yuan a piece. How can it be counted as one hundred? Moreover, even if it is one hundred, one hundred pieces is only ten thousand. How can it be counted as one hundred thousand?"

"Are you doubting my IQ or that there is something wrong with my calculator?"

Zhang Tuohai squatted in front of that guy and asked coldly.

"Or do you plan to eat all these grilled naan?"

Zhang Tuohai stuffed a piece of naan in front of the guy.

"Can't I just pay for it?"

The guy gave in.

"It's late. I've already taken out the roasted naan. You must eat this."

Zhang Tuohai said coldly.

"I really can't eat anymore."

Zhang Tuohai stuffed the roasted naan into his mouth, grabbed his hair with one hand and dragged his chin with the other to help the guy finish chewing.

But the cost was that a lot of hair was pulled out and the jaw was dislocated several times.

Three teeth were chipped.

"It's 120,000 now, take the money."

Zhang Tuohai spread his hands.

The guy originally wanted to refuse, but also wanted to ask how it went from 100,000 to 120,000.

As soon as the words came out, he immediately covered his mouth.

He was afraid that if he spoke again, he would be fed roasted naan again.

He really couldn't eat anymore, and if he continued to eat, he would really die.

"I give, I give."
Chapter completed!