Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1116
"Hey!"

"Look at me, don't ignore me!"

"The richest man in Los Angeles is not my father!"

Zhang Xiaoyang, who was completely ignored, was so angry that he swayed the rope vigorously, trying to increase his sense of presence.

He swayed, and a black, furry mass floated down.

"What?" Everyone couldn't help rubbing their eyes, thinking they had misread it.

Yang Song precisely locked the object in midair: "Wig."

He also saw Zhang Xiaoyang's shiny head.

It's really big and bright!

"Give it back to me!" Zhang Xiaoyang swears that the place he hates the most in his life is this place, the people he hates the most are these people in front of him, and the moment he hates the most is this moment.

What an honor!

Meng Shijia picked up the wig: "How can I return it to you?"

They are very good at hanging people up, and they put wigs on people who hang up.

"No experience!"

The villain's forehead is bald.

Is there a more inspiring picture than this?
Yang Song: "Put him down and put on the wig for him."

This is also no way.

Zhang Xiaoyang shouldn't have been put down so early, but the wig saved him.

It is really a blessing in disguise.

When Zhang Xiaoyang was put down, Meng Shijia and Chen Ming tried to help him put on the wig, but they failed many times.

"Let go of me—" Zhang Xiaoyang was so angry that his six orifices were filled with smoke.

He suspected that the two little bastards in front of him did it on purpose, and he didn't suspect that his wig was not easy to wear at all.

Yang Song agreed.

Zhang Xiaoyang put on the wig weeping, but did not leave in a hurry.

"I won't let you go!" He said loudly.

Yang Song nodded: "I heard."

"I will never let you go!" He said through gritted teeth.

Yang Song didn't bother to nod, he was still peeling garlic, so he couldn't delay his work by talking.

"understood."

"I will definitely not let you go!" If you continue talking, this voice may linger for three days.

Yang Song stopped what he was doing, and finally said straightly: "Are your legs weak and you can't walk anymore?"

Otherwise, even if you don't let them go, you should walk out of this gate.

It's really stupid to choose to speak harshly at this time.

Zhang Xiaoyang's face was sour and distorted. He had already looked at the gate several times, like a grieving woman looking forward to the king's return.

Still waiting for him.

Okay, 10 minutes?

How many 10 minutes are these?
Why not come?

Yang Song revealed the mystery for him: "Your people won't come."

"Impossible!" Zhang Xiaoyang said in his heart, "I haven't made you look good, I haven't smashed your shop, I haven't hung you all up on swings, how could my people not come?"My boss has suffered such a big loss now, and if he doesn't get back his position, he ran away in despair, I don't want to lose face? '

Yang Songdao: "You may not know that the safety index of this food street is very high. Your group of people in black clothes and black sunglasses look like unstable factors, and they are here for Baifengge. They were stopped outside the food street by the aunts of the neighborhood committee, and they are being investigated one by one."

"Hehe, are you kidding me?" Zhang Xiaoyang pointed at Yang Song and sneered, 1 people didn't believe his nonsense: "My bodyguards are all Lianjiazi, they are very strong! The aunts of the neighborhood committee? Can you stop them?"

Who are the neighborhood committees?

They're all old men and women.

Auntie screamed so young.

Yang Song showed a proud and ambiguous smile: "That's right, purely in terms of physical strength, the aunt of the neighborhood committee is definitely not as good as the security guard hired by Boss Zhang with a high salary."

"However, you still underestimate the fighting power of my Baifeng Pavilion queuing committee!"

Yang Song moved his fingers to bring up the phone screen.

A group of black suits were queuing up, accepting inquiries honestly, obediently and obediently like three-year-old children, but they were a little anxious.

"How is this possible?" Zhang Xiaoyang suspected that his eyes had betrayed him.

Yang Songdao: "The queuing committee is on duty today with a group of grandparents and only one aunt. There are less than seven people in total, which is a group of six."

The group of six managed to retain sixteen black suits.

"Impossible, impossible." Zhang Xiaoyang felt that he didn't recognize the world in front of him.

Could it be that this is a place where hermits and masters gather?

Misunderstood by him?
"You are all ordinary and invincible ordinary people?" Zhang Xiaoyang was puzzled.

Yang Song: "Attention, the word ordinary is destined to be extraordinary."

"Your people have been disarmed by grandpa and grandma. If they don't take the initiative to cooperate and actively explain what they are doing in Baifeng Pavilion tonight, grandpa and grandma will not let them go."

If I confess, I won't let them go.

"I have already fed back their motivations to my grandparents." Yang Song put on a posture of watching the show and said: "Boss Zhang, don't worry, grandparents will definitely replace you to provide effective quality and cultural education to your employees, so that they can be good people. If you don’t straighten your mind and write a [-]-word self-criticism, you won’t let them go.”

Yang Song played another video.

It was the captain of the bodyguard who was reading his review aloud.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, born under the red flag, living in the Taiping world, I can eat well and wear warm clothes, smell the fragrance of flowers and hear the singing of birds, I should learn to be grateful and realize harmony... "

Zhang Xiaoyang knew for the first time that his captain of the bodyguard was actually good at writing and was good at reciting.

Yang Song continued to peel the garlic: "Boss Zhang, write a review too."

"Why should I?" Zhang Xiaoyang received insults today.

He is bullied by dogs when a tiger falls into Pingyang, and is teased by shrimps when a dragon enters the shallows.

He hasn't taken revenge yet, hasn't endured the humiliation under his crotch, hasn't had 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi...

Yang Song asked someone to take a picture of a stack of manuscript paper and black pens.

"Three thousand words, not a single word is allowed, no water is allowed, after writing, read it to us, you must deeply realize your mistakes, otherwise don't even think about leaving, and drink the northwest wind here tonight."

Yang Song said again:

"Tell Baiwei to let him cook another pot of broth, beef bone broth."

It's over, the biggest feature of broth is that it takes a long time.

Especially the beef bone broth.

It is impossible for Zhang Xiaoyang to see Gu Baiwei until tomorrow morning.

His bodyguards were stopped outside the food street again, and they probably wouldn't be able to get in without Yang Song's order.

Meng Shijia picked up the sack again, and said with a smile, "Why don't you go back?"

Zhang Xiaoyang: I'll go back to your uncle!
He should have run, but unfortunately, he couldn't run.

Yang Song was right, Zhang Xiaoyang's legs were weak.

As an evil capitalist, he lived a good life, but when he was suddenly covered with a sack and hung up, his legs would be weak for at least three to five days.

He still wants to save face, and he doesn't want to be found that his legs are weak. What if they take pictures or record videos?

The fame of the whole life is ruined.

I can only endure it, hoping that no one will see it.

His acting skills are very good, otherwise he wouldn't be such a successful capitalist.

Yang Song immediately said: "Boss Zhang, the door is right there. I'll give you 60 seconds to go out by yourself. I don't care about today's affairs."

Zhang Xiaoyang's face froze.

(End of this chapter)