Meng Kitchenware

The FengShong market was a much more upscale market than the FanLang market. The market was clean and even though the market was busy. Even though it was rush hours, there weren't that many people here, probably because the items sold here were more expensive than other markets. The reason is that of the strict quality control, if you buy something from the FengShong market, you pay for the guaranteed quality.

There were posters hanging at every shop with their policy, which is:

If a customer can show that the merchandise is of poor quality or not of advertised quality. The customer can get the merchandise for free and get a hefty compensation from the shop. To say that they take their reputation seriously is definitely not an understatement. They even have a department to deal with any dispute.

Walking into the Meng Kitchenware shop, Wang Ming felt awed by the sheer number of kitchenware it sold, It definitely deserved its reputation as the biggest shop in the FengShong market. It has everything a person would need for their house or restaurant. That ranges from High-quality knives made from reputable cutlers. Freezer drawers, original wood-fired pizza ovens, stone ovens, food-carts, and more. Though the prices shocked Wang Ming a knife that usually went for 15-20 yuan, here it cost 50.

Seeing that a female employee was approaching him. He hoped he didn't stand out as a total country bumpkin. Even though his father had been rich, he had never taken him to places like this. So seeing all the kitchen equipment fascinated Wang Ming, coupled with his clothes he felt he stuck out as a sore thumb.

"Hello, mister, my name is Fan Chenhuang. Is there anything I can help you with?" Wang Ming felt pleasantly surprised by how polite Fan Chenhuang was, he thought she would have a haughty attitude.

"Hi, miss. Thank you. I need the items on this list, please." On the paper that Wang Ming handed to her, there was: A different assortment of knives like Chef's Knife, Boning Knife, Cleaver, Charcoal grill, fan, a tube made of wood and of course coal.

He had calculated everything to be around 600 Yuan, but it seems like the price would probably be closer to 850 yuan, which was still in his price range. He also had to have some money to buy meat and spices, which would cost him another 100-200 yuan.

The next step would be to find somewhere to sell the dishes he made. Wang Ming felt after the encounter with the voice he felt much more confident in making food. Even though he would go back to sell meat on the streets, he was sure this time he would make a lot of money.

After standing around a couple of minutes, Fan Chenhuang came back with everything that Wang Ming had asked for. Wang Ming felt impressed by the quality of the items she had brought, everything were perfect, she had only used a few minutes also in this big shop. Everything impressed him.

Taken to the counter, it shocked Wang Ming to see that the price was 1182 yuan, seems like he had underestimated how more expensive these shops were. He would be close to broke if he bought everything, but since he already was here, it made little sense for him to go somewhere else.

Wang Ming felt terrible for her if he didn't buy the items after she gathered all the things for him. Asking for a chair Wang Ming sat down on it and took out his entire stack of money, which was a pretty big one since it was a mix of small and big bills. Spreading the stack on the table, he stared to count the bills.

Fan Chenhuang felt confused when she saw that Wang Ming took out a big stack of bills. There were many 1's and 5's. Usually, the customers that came to this shop were rich people and would pay by card very few would pay with cash, especially like this. But she still helped Wang Ming count the money since customer service was essential to the shop.

She felt lucky that she followed what she had learned in practice. The customer is king. When she was counting the money she saw a card, a card she had seen only once in her life, but she would never forget how it looked. She saw the card that Meng Hao had given to Wang Ming earlier. What Wang Ming didn't know was that this small and simple card holds great power.

The person who has this card is a VIP in any shop that the Meng family owns. She didn't know why Wang Ming hadn't shown her this card earlier, but she knew that he definitely wasn't a normal person now. She had worked in this shop for a few years now, and she had only heard about three people that had a card like this. Some rich people are eccentric and like to try out fresh ways to live or prank other people, so that's what she thought Wang Ming was doing.

Still focusing on counting Wang Ming didn't see Fan Chenhuang's reaction when seeing the card. But when he saw that, she had stopped counting. He thought some money was fake, some bills he had taken from Brother Hou's thugs, they could have been fakes.

"Miss Fan, is there anything wrong with my money? Most of the money is from the scrapper there should be any problems with them, but some I got from acquaintances."

Fan Chenhuang got even more confused by the scrapper? Would a person with this card be so poor? But she just played along with everything that Wang Ming said.

"No, sorry, esteemed sir, this card. Is it yours?"

Card? Wang Ming thought. He didn't have any card, but then he remembered Meng Hao had given him a card before he got off the taxi.

"I remember now it's the card I got from a man named Meng Hao, sorry please give it to me."

After giving the card back to Wang Ming, Fan Chenhuang then provided him with all the items for free. She could curry a favor from Wang Ming, and even if her manager said something, she could tell him that the man had a VIP card.

She pretended to press everything into the cashier box, then said. "Oh, it seems like you are our shops' 10000th patron of the year, so you get your items free. The only thing you need to do is to write your name and telephone number here." Since Wang Ming wanted to pretend that he didn't know Meng Hao, Fan Chenhuang played with him.

Hearing this, Wang Ming was euphoric. He didn't know why he was so lucky today. To meeting Sister Lin and getting her help, a free taxi ride and now getting all the items for free too. Though, of course, he didn't forget the fight with Brother Hou's thugs.

Which made this even sweeter, since he now only needed a couple of hundred yuan to move out from FanLang street, So he hurriedly signed his name and number on the sheet of paper he got. Then thanked miss Ming grabbed his crutches and hurriedly walked out of the store with his items hanging on his crutches and made his way onto the food market. He ran off so fast, almost like he thought they would regret their decisions and take his stuff back.

As soon as Wang Ming walked out of the store Fan Chenhuang went to manager Li and told him about what had happened. But before she could, she heard a cough behind her. Startling her, she turned around to see a middle-aged man standing there. The man had a crooked and lecherous smile, a big and round belly. He was around 1,65 meters tall with a beer belly, clearly, from all the alcohol he drinks when he associates with clients.