"Young Master Lin, please listen to my explanation, I really don't!"
"Yang Chen, why are you waiting for me? I will never let you go!"
Seeing Sun Jie being dragged to the bathroom by two bodyguards, Yang Chen retracted his gaze and turned to look at Su Xueer, looking ecstatic: "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and give Mr. Lin your account. This is
It is an honor for us that Mr. Lin recognizes our medicinal chicken."
Lin Yichen put his hands in his pockets, enjoying Yang Chen's admiring gaze, and raised the corners of his mouth.
"But……"
Before Su Xueer finished speaking, Yang Chen quickly took out an old money clip from his trouser pocket, took out a bank card with less than one hundred yuan from it, and handed it over with both hands: "Lin
You can call me, sir."
"OK."
Lin Yichen took out his cell phone and took a photo, then nodded: "The finances are being processed and the account will arrive in five minutes. Now give me the recipe for the medicated chicken. I'm warning you, don't play tricks on me, otherwise
Sun Jie is your fate!"
"ah!"
At this time, Sun Jie screamed like a pig being killed from the bathroom on the first floor. He was then dragged out by two bodyguards and thrown directly out of the Su family restaurant. He lay on the ground like a dead dog, obviously.
His legs were broken.
"What Mr. Lin said, it's our honor that you think so highly of our Su's Restaurant's medicated chicken recipe. I will follow Mr. Lin from now on."
"Wait a moment, I will write down the recipe for you right away."
Yang Chen looked at the text message that 1.5 million had been received, and felt happy. He found pen and paper and quickly wrote down the recipe for the medicated chicken, and handed it to Lin Yichen respectfully.
Lin Yichen seems to be just a second-generation rich man, but he is quite talented in catering.
In the years since taking over Shuanglin Hotel, the group's catering business has grown rapidly.
The Su family's medicated chicken recipe that Sun Jie brought before made Lin Yichen's eyes light up. When he saw the medicated chicken recipe that Yang Chen provided again, his eyes straightened: "This kid is just a little troublemaker, but he actually
Mastering such a high-end medicated chicken recipe, which is even more advanced than what Sun Jie brought before, no wonder Su’s Restaurant’s business has been getting better and better these days.”
One and a half million was just a drop in the bucket for Lin Yichen.
"After the new medicated chicken formula is launched, Shuanglin Hotel's profits will explode. By then, I will be able to fully establish a foothold in Shuanglin Group, and even step on my brother with facial paralysis, and become the future Shuanglin Group
The leader of."
The more Lin Yichen thought about it, the more excited he became, and the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously.
The grand scene of him becoming the chairman of Shuanglin Group seemed to have emerged in his mind.
"Master Lin, are you satisfied?"
Seeing Lin Yichen's brows twitching rapidly, Yang Chen bared his teeth and smiled.
"That's right! Boy, if you follow this young master from now on, I guarantee that you will be popular and drink spicy food."
Lin Yichen nodded confidently.
"Thank you, Mr. Lin."
Yang Chen looked flattered and nodded quickly.
"Gone."
Lin Yichen casually put the formula into his pocket, patted him on the shoulder, greeted the four bodyguards and turned around to leave the Su's Restaurant.
Seeing the handsome McLaren disappear into the square outside the restaurant, Yang Chen withdrew his gaze and revealed a playful smile on his face.
"Give me your card number later. I'll give you one million, and consider it as compensation from Lin Yichen and Sun Jie."
Yang Chen came back to his senses, looked at Su Xueer and smiled.
Su Xueer bit her lip gently and stopped talking.
"Does Miss Su have anything to say?"
Yang Chen took a cigarette and lit it.
"Mr. Yang, you gave Lin Yichen the formula for nothing, so our Su Family Restaurant...does Mr. Yang really want to cooperate with Shuanglin Hotel?"
Su Xueer hesitated a little embarrassedly.
"It's just a recipe for medicated chicken, it's not a big deal. Besides, I left out a medicinal ingredient in Shuanglin Hotel's recipe, and I didn't include medicated chicken either."
"Now I have earned 1.5 million, and I have kept the formula. Everyone is happy."
Yang Chen bared his teeth and smiled.
"So, Lin Yichen was deceived?"
After hearing this, Su Xueer came back to her senses, her big beautiful eyes flashed brightly, and she smiled.
"Ms. Su, you can't say this nonsense. How could a young man like me, who is honest, reserved and reserved, engage in a deceitful business? I got this more than one million with my own wisdom and talent."
"It will take at most five days for the first batch of medicinal chickens to be cultivated. Let Shuanglin Hotel be proud of the formula for two days."
Yang Chen said seriously.
…
After leaving Su's Restaurant, Yang Chen went to the convenience store next door to buy a Black Lanzhou and carried it in his arms, planning to go back and honor his father-in-law.
Riding a motorcycle, humming a song, holding a cigarette in his mouth, running wildly.
I went into the city today. Originally I just wanted to deliver some decoction to Sun Siyuan. Unexpectedly, I met Lin Yichen, who took advantage of me and made a profit of 1.5 million by changing hands.
After giving Su Xueer one million, he deposited five hundred thousand into his bank card. He instantly felt rich and powerful, and his back straightened when he walked.
Now if Li Xiaoran said that he wanted to be his son-in-law because of his family fortune, Yang Chen could directly convert the man's dignity into a huge deposit of 500,000 yuan and slap it in front of her, making her admire and look up to him.
"If Li Xiaoran knew that I came back with a profit of five hundred thousand today, he would probably be frightened."
At 5:30 in the afternoon, after Yang Chen returned the motorcycle to Tian Lu's house, he put his hands in his pockets, smelled the aroma of the food in every household in Qingshan Village, his stomach growled, and headed straight for home.
"What's going on?"
As soon as he arrived at the door of his house, Yang Chen was stunned when he saw the collapsed courtyard wall: "Isn't it because he was bombarded?"
He ducked into the yard.
At this moment, all three members of Li Xiaoran's family were in the courtyard, looking at the collapsed courtyard wall and feeling a little at a loss.
"Hey, how can this be done? This wall has fallen down so many times over the years. Why am I so miserable? If Xiaoran hadn't called me just now, I would have been hit by the wall to death by now."
"Li Dashan, you heartless old man, what are you doing watching? You hurry up and fix it. Our yard is the worst in the whole village."
Jin Mei put her hands on her hips, her body shaking violently with anger, and her voice filled with grievance and crying.
"I'll go find Lao Wang. They should have some leftover adobe bricks from before. I'll make them stronger this time."
Li Dashan did not dare to refute, so he put the butt of his cigarette under his thousand-sole shoes and stamped it out. He stood up and prepared to leave the yard.
"The mud house is in danger of collapsing if it lasts too long. It is really unsafe to live in. Especially Xiaoran's legs and feet are inconvenient. Today it is the courtyard wall that collapsed. If the west wing collapses another day, I will regret it."
At this moment, Yang Chen's voice sounded at the door.
The three of them turned their heads and looked at Yang Chen who came in smoking a cigarette.
"Then what to do?"
Li Xiaoran was also a little frightened and asked.
"How about... build a house? A reinforced concrete brick house doesn't cost much."
Yang Chen squinted his eyes, looked at the messy yard, frowned, and said solemnly.