In the general manager's office of Shuanglin Hotel Donghai City flagship store.
Lin Yichen was wearing a high-end suit shirt and vest, holding a crystal goblet in his hand, and handed it to Huang Xuedong, who was standing opposite with a big belly, with a smile on his face: "Chef Huang, not bad, not bad, you can do this."
Well done, as long as you can win this Master of Kitchen Competition, I promise to give you a share!"
"Master Lin, please rest assured. At least He Changle cannot participate in the God of Cooking competition. I guarantee that there will be no opponents this time. Winning the title of God of Cooking is a sure thing!"
Huang Xuedong was flattered. He bowed and quickly took the goblet with both hands and took a sip of a bottle of red wine worth more than 8,000 yuan. The taste was so good.
Although it tastes a bit bitter...
"Okay, let's go out."
Lin Yichen's eyes were full of excitement and he waved his hand.
Huang Xuedong quickly put down his goblet and bowed out respectfully.
After the office door closed, Lin Yichen threw the crystal cup worth two thousand yuan into the trash can, lit a Marlboro, took a deep breath, and said: "But... why?"
Has the investigation into Changle's poisoning been clear? Is it true? This Yang Chen usually has a lot of clever ideas, so don't be careless!"
Lin Yichen, who had suffered several losses, had learned to be wise and said solemnly.
"Master, I have asked someone to inquire at Donghai People's Hospital. It is true that He Changle was hospitalized due to hydrogen sulfide poisoning and is still in a coma."
"Although it is not life-threatening, it will take more than ten days to wake up. After more than ten days, the Chef God Competition will be over."
Behind Lin Yichen, Xie Zhankui, who was dressed in a gray and white Tang suit, stepped forward and said solemnly: "If Yang Chen knows that we are doing this, will he call the police? We will not be able to bear the pressure of public opinion. After all, the chairman will immediately leave.
We have returned from an overseas inspection, and if the chairman knows that we use this method, it will probably be detrimental to the young master."
"Uncle Xie, I know what you mean."
"But do you think my dad abroad will not know what happened to the group and Donghai City? Even if he scolds me when the time comes, do you think my elder brother will be fine?"
"I can't even manage Cao Yonghua's supermarket, and I've made a lot of noise. I rely on women selling meat to negotiate contracts. I'm not as good as me!"
The corner of Lin Yichen's mouth raised slightly, and then he changed the topic and said: "By the way, go and deliver a box of red wine just delivered from France to Song Jin, as well as the famous painting. This time, we can do it without anyone noticing.
It was also thanks to the medicine from Cihang Pharmaceutical that the chef king He Changle fell into coma!"
"Yes, I'll do it right away!"
Xie Zhankui nodded, turned around and left the office at a fast pace.
Lin Yichen, who had shiny hair, was tall and handsome, was holding a foreign wine glass, standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the feasting nightlife outside, the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a sneer: "Yang Chen, you owe me, I will definitely let you go this time
You pay it back piece by piece!"
at the same time.
At the entrance of Donghai People's Hospital, a white BMW x5 slowly drove away.
There was also elegant jazz music playing in the car.
Yang Chen held the steering wheel with one hand and put one hand on the door frame, feeling the breeze outside.
In the passenger seat, Su Xueer, who was wearing a white floral skirt and a ponytail and looked like the girl next door, finished sending the text message, raised her head and said, "I just asked two employees from the store to come to the hospital to take care of He.
Now that I’m the chef, I’m afraid that Chef He will feel aggrieved during this period of time.”
"That's just two or three days."
"After Lin Yichen's surveillance is removed, Lao He can move around freely. But I have to thank Chang Wanting for this. If Miss Chang hadn't helped find someone to say hello, with Shuanglin Group's
Ability, I have already found out that Lao He is pretending to be ill."
Yang Chen smiled.
"I want to thank Miss Chang. After this matter is over, let's invite Miss Chang to the restaurant for dinner."
Su Xueer nodded quickly and said.
"Okay, I'll tell Chang Wanting later. It's getting late, so I'll take you back to rest first."
Yang Chen turned a corner and the car headed towards the community where Su Xueer lived.
"By the way, what about our store's signature dishes starting tomorrow?"
After getting out of the car, Su Xueer looked at Yang Chen through the car window and asked.
"Medicine chicken soup and crab racing are the same as usual, and Lao He's hot pot chicken will stop for a while, and the show will be complete."
Yang Chen said.
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
"Go back early, don't let your sister-in-law worry."
Su Xueer said hello, with a sweet smile on her face, and turned around and entered the community.
Yang Chen looked at Su Xueer's graceful back and lit a cigarette: "There are too many beauties around, which is not a good thing..."
Pressing the accelerator, the car was like a lion waking up in the middle of the night, heading towards the dark Qingshan Village.
In order to make Lin Yichen believe that He Changle was poisoned, Yang Chen was very busy these days. He had to go to Donghai City almost every day, spend money to find the media, publish news, find public accounts, leave early and come back late, just like going to work.
It was already eleven o'clock in the evening when we returned to Qingshan Village.
The whole village was dark.
Yang Chen parked the car at the door, jumped over the wall and entered the west wing like a ghost, lying quietly not far from the sleeping Li Xiaoran.
It's just that the distance is much closer than the previous 38th Parallel period, and you can even smell the faint and alluring aroma of Li Xiaoran.
It was just after lunch the next day, and the time seemed to be almost eleven o'clock.
Yang Chen got up and entered the west wing room, changed into a set of old work clothes, carried a sprayer on his back, and prepared to go to work in the watermelon field with his father-in-law and mother-in-law.
Just arrived at the door.
A fat man walked in from outside, and after a closer look, he saw that it was Zhao Xiaoba.
"Brother Yang!"
Zhao Xiaoba looked at Yang Chen who was getting ready to do farm work, and quickly said hello with a smile.
"Why are you here?"
"Shouldn't you and Sister Tian Fang be at the chicken farm at this time? Today seems to be the day when Su's Restaurant comes to pick up eggs."
Yang Chen looked at Zhao Xiaoba's sudden appearance and asked curiously.
"Brother Yang, I'm at the chicken farm. But there are a few people from the city looking for you. I think your status is not simple and you seem to be quite rich, so I brought them over to you."
Zhao Xiaoba pointed to the door and lowered his voice: "That car is so big. It doesn't look cheap. I estimate it costs three to four hundred thousand!"
"upstart?"
When Yang Chen heard this, his curiosity was really aroused, he patted Zhao Xiaoba on the shoulder and left the yard.
As soon as he left the yard, Yang Chen was stunned: "What the hell, three or four hundred thousand, this is a big deal!"
"Mr. Yang, do you have time to talk?"
Just when Yang Chen glared at Zhao Xiaoba, next to the car, a bearded man wearing a black windbreaker and a white striped suit walked over.
"You are... I seem to have seen you somewhere?"
Yang Chen looked at the big boss, frowned, and said.