When the upper class holds various banquets, there are often several sandworm games as essential items.

Rich people often raise sandworms to fight for wealth, let alone various underground sandworm competitions.

In short, it can be said to be a full name game.

Zhang Qingyang spent a little time to read it all, directed the clerk, told him how to feed him and how much he could, and then walked up to the second floor.

The sandworms on the second floor are relatively expensive and have better quality.

Zhang Qingyang also didn't spend much time, so he looked at all the sandworms on the second floor. The cheap sandworms did not have much demands and were relatively solid, so he didn't have to spend too much effort.

As soon as I went up to the third floor, I saw a customer in the store arguing with a clerk in the store.

The clerk is a girl who has just arrived for half a year, about eighteen or nineteen years old. Under the customer's questioning, she was anxious and aggrieved, and tears were almost shedding.

Zhang Qingyang walked over and said, "Xiao Lian, what's going on?"

When Xiaolian saw Zhang Qingyang, she seemed to have seen a savior and said in a crying voice: "Brother Xiaoyang, this customer ordered this sandworm the day before yesterday. I have taken care of it carefully these two days. The water and food are doubled on time, and the temperature and humidity are adjusted to the best. But today the sandworm became a little wilted. The customer insisted that I deliberately raised his sandworm and asked me to compensate."

The guest was not old, but he was dressed very well. He also had two tall bodyguards around him. He looked like a rich man. He heard Xiaolian crying, and the guest curled his lips and said, "I paid the deposit, but the originally ferocious sand worm is now like a dead worm. I don't think of me as a fool. If you don't explain it clearly to me today, you must compensate me. If you want to bully customers in the store, I'm not easy to mess with."

After hearing this, Zhang Qingyang looked up and looked at the other person again. He was not very old, his beard was neatly decorated, his clothes were neat, and his leather shoes were shiny. It seemed that he was a person who valued face very much.

Zhang Qingyang nodded and said, "Please rest assured, this guest, our Jinxin Sand Insect Store has always been well-known and cannot do anything to bully customers. If it is a problem with our store, not only will the deposit be refunded, but you will also compensate you."

Zhang Qingyang's words were polite and concise, neither humble nor arrogant.

The other party's eyes lit up, and his serious face suddenly relaxed, and he said, "I'm a sensible person, and I won't make things difficult for you. I want this "green head" because it was very fierce when you recommended it to me last time. This time I came to see it, but it was like a dead insect. Money is a small matter, but it's a big matter if I bought it back and lost face in front of my friends."

When the girl Xiaolian heard Zhang Qingyang say she wanted to compensate, she was immediately anxious. Because there were rules in the store, you could get a commission for the sandworm you sold. But if there was a problem with the sandworm in your hands, you would also have to take responsibility. At the least, you would compensate the store for the losses, and at the worst, you would be dismissed.

Zhang Qingyang gently patted Xiaolian's back of her hand, allowing her to temporarily remain patient and stop talking.

Xiaolian looked anxious, but after being patted by Zhang Qingyang twice, she was a little calmer for some reason.

Zhang Qingyang approached the glass box, and the sand worm called Qingtou was lying softly on the dry sand, motionless.

If those two little black bean-like eyes were not turned from time to time, you would think it was already dead.

The skin on Qingtouzhao's body was covered with a light layer of oil, which looked very healthy, not like she was sick.

The skin is tightly connected to the muscles under the skin, and it doesn't look like it's about to molt.

When I looked at its eyes again, it was rumbling around, and it was obvious that there was no mental problem.

The dryness and temperature of the sand are not particularly good, but there is definitely no problem.

The young guest was not greedy, and let Zhang Qingyang observe there without saying a word.

It seems that he really wants to buy a ferocious sand worm to go back instead of taking the opportunity to cause trouble.

No problem was found.

Zhang Qingyang sighed in his heart. If Uncle Zhao was here, he should have glanced at him and saw what the crux of this sand worm was. Although he had read a lot of books, he still lacked practice and could not combine theory and practice.

However, Zhang Qingyang was not helpless.

At this moment, the young customer couldn't help it anymore, "Did you see any problem? Hello, are there no masters in your store?"

Zhang Qingyang stared at the little black bean-like eyes of the sandworm.

Qingtoujian met Zhang Qingyang's gaze in shock, and then his eyes showed a stupid expression.

Under the sensing of the bridge of the soul, this little thing was very anxious. After a step further perception, Zhang Qingyang discovered the crux of the problem.

"Okay, I probably know." Zhang Qingyang withdrew his gaze and stopped sensing with the bridge of the soul, "Xiao Lian, do you think the food has been doubled recently?"

Xiaolian nodded timidly and said, "It was the customer's request. I also asked the store manager, and the store manager said there was no problem."

The guest said carelessly: "If you want to take Qingtoujian out to meet people, you must be stronger and mighty."

Zhang Qingyang was already very confident and said, "Xiao Lian, go and take the No. 3 potion from the box, and bring the pen made of soft fur with the fox."

Xiaolian hurried to go. Soon, she came up with a tray, which contained what Zhang Qingyang wanted.

Zhang Qingyang opened the potion bottle and a pungent smell floated out.

"What a strange smell." The guest quickly covered his nose.

Although his two bodyguards did not cover them with their hands, their expressions were not very good-looking.

Zhang Qingyang seemed to have not smelled it, and then put the fox hair soft pen into the potion bottle and dipped it. He opened the glass box and the pungent smell floated in.

The blue head, which was originally soft and motionless, suddenly moved, trying to stay away from the smell.

"Clamp it." Zhang Qingyang said.

Xiaolian put the tray aside, took out a clip, and stretched it towards the tip of the green head.

The little thing suddenly put his body on his body and raised his head to scare Xiaolian.

Although he was small and cute, his fierceness was revealed at this moment, and he looked as fierce as a beast. Zhang Qingyang nodded secretly. No wonder the other party fell in love with it. This green-headed tip is indeed good.

"That's right, that's it. Look at this little thing, this fierceness." The guest next to him suddenly felt excited.

Xiaolian stayed in the store for half a year and was used to the evil of the sandworm. She skillfully clamped the clip on its head, and then clamped the second half of its body with another clip. She straightened it hard so that it could not move.

Zhang Qingyang repeatedly applied the fox hair soft pen to its anus and let it go.

Qingtou Ting twisted desperately, making a harsh scream.

"Hey, hey, what's going on?" The guest was confused and dissatisfied.

"Wait for a moment, and it will be fine soon." Zhang Qingyang was still calm.
Chapter completed!