Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1122
"The investment made more than 20 years ago is still making money. Mr. Chen, you are really suitable to be a profiteer. Why didn't you think of setting a small goal to be on the list of the world's richest people?" Yang Song never admitted that he was jealous.

Chen Ming was a little embarrassed about this, and even blushed: "Making money is really meaningless, it's not exciting at all, it's too boring, food is better, it can make people's hearts surge!"

What this man is looking for is a thrill.

Yang Song hehe: "This is definitely the most shameless reason I have ever heard in this world."

Shocked, why would a business genius hide his identity behind a mere chef?
With this title, writing an article for Mr. Chen will definitely become popular.

"Brother Song, I've said so much, but I just want to tell you that the shopping mall behind our store is actually not small, and the equipment is also very advanced and complete."

At this moment, Yang Song realized.

"You buy all the items in the store that you need to go out to buy in the mall behind. The last time you went to my hometown, the gifts you mentioned were also there. All of this tells me one thing. The mall behind is You drove it."

Chen Ming scratched his head and smiled honestly: "As expected of Brother Song, you guessed right."

Yang Song grabbed Chen Ming's neck and shook it: "The shopping mall you opened, we don't have any discounts in our own store. Chen Ming, where is your conscience? It won't hurt, will it? Baifengge also has yours. one serving."

"Ahem...Brother Song, you...listen...let me explain..."

"Explain what explanation? I'll still listen to your nonsense? I've heard that the gold card members of the supermarket can get a discount. You should give me a card anyway!"

Brothers, settle accounts.

Chen Ming obviously used all the dark thoughts of his capitalists on him.

"I have given up inheriting the family property to support Baifeng Pavilion, brother Song, why don't you cook more delicious food to reward me?"

Chen Ming used the stupid reason above to cheat Yang Song to eat and drink.

"I still believe you softly!"

Yang Song once again affirmed that he has no potential to be a capitalist. He is clearly a migrant worker who has been severely squeezed by capitalists.

"Brother Song, I was wrong."

"You realize you were wrong now?" Yang Song angrily wanted to put a sack on Chen Ming.

Zhang Xiaoyang came to deliver the contract to Chen Ming, and saw from a distance that Chen's little boss was about to be murdered, his first reaction was not to call the police, but to rush in and close the door.

"Brother Song, how can you do this with the door open?" Zhang Xiaoyang deliberately lowered his voice.

Yang Song threw Chen Ming away, and let him squat on the ground to pant heavily: "Did you misunderstand something?"

"Did this kid Chen cheat you, Brother Song? It's okay, don't get angry, many people in our business are used to cheating people." Zhang Xiaoyang changed his face again, and went to yell at Chen Ming: "Mr. Chen, this is your Chen Ming. What's wrong? How can you cheat our brother Song? He cooks so delicious food, even if you want to make money, you can't cheat too hard. Look, Brother Song is so angry that he will kill you. You know it's wrong Yet?"

Godlike logic.

"Cough cough cough..." Chen Ming managed to touch a glass of water, and before he drank it, he was so startled that he smashed the glass.

"You, shut up!" referring to Zhang Xiaoyang.

"Brother Song, listen to me and explain. I left half of the shares in the supermarket for you. It is our common industry. I thought it would be a surprise to give you a gift for your birthday." Chen Ming almost sent himself away.

Yang Song: "..."

"Is that so?" Now the misunderstanding became big.

Chen Ming pulled out the electronic version of the equity gift agreement and showed it to Yang Song.

"I actually have another shopping mall." Yang Song looked up at the shopping mall, and he really felt that it was more pleasing to the eye than usual.

"What? Am I not the first person to send you to the shopping mall?" Chen Ming was very surprised.

How could he make a fortune behind Yang Song's back?

What's the point of earning so much money?It can't be finished.

"I also plan to be the first person to send the mall to Brother Song."

So that Yang Song can cook him a banquet.

"Who? Which bastard turtle ran ahead of me?" He missed the whole feast.

Yang Song has been practicing seafood dishes recently, and Chen Ming has been thinking about seafood banquets.

Now it's all right, the seafood that reaches the mouth swims back into the sea again.

"No one, Chen Dahai."

"What is Chen Dahai..." Chen Ming's face was full of black lines, covering the 'rhetoric words' he was about to say. "My dad?"

Yang Song nodded.

Chen Ming, who was cut off by his own father and almost bullied his master and ancestor, was full of snowflakes on the screen at this moment.

Cheating father and cheating son are definitely father and son.

But Yang Song suddenly thought: "I remember that there doesn't seem to be this shopping mall under the name of the Chen Group, right?"

He can also be regarded as a considerable shareholder of the Chen family and knows a lot.

"No, I did it myself." Chen Ming said.

"Brother Song, ever since I tasted the food you made in the food street of Luo University, I knew that one day you would become the king of the food street. Finally, after you decided to open Baifeng Pavilion and set up this store, I will Buy all the land next to it."

Yang Song's neck became stiff instantly, and he looked around.

"What does the land next to this mean?"

"Except for this food street, I bought about 8000 acres of land around here. I spent all my savings and repaid the loan of [-] million."

Yang Song's hands were itchy again, and he wanted to strangle the guy in front of him again.

"Brother Song, I knew you would be popular when you opened a restaurant. A real gourmet restaurant can bring a steady stream of business opportunities, which is immeasurable. Look how long I have built this shopping mall. There are so many guests, and there are so many people around here. How good is the hotel business? As long as you serve new dishes, all of them are full, and there is an open space over there, I plan to build a new community, high-end apartments, and the office building, I also built it."

Capitalists are very good at sucking blood.

"How long has it been? I just paid back the money, but the interest is a bit expensive." Chen Ming's only regret is the interest.

Unknowingly, Yang Song was squeezed cleanly by the capitalist who looked like a sophomore in his shop.

"Did you get your money back?"

"I made it back a long time ago. It was 2000 million for my dad. He is too dark."

Got it, the interest is 3000 million.

"I have to thank you for all of this, Brother Song. If you weren't so capable, I wouldn't be able to pay back such an expensive interest." Chen Ming was still a little scared: "I almost went home to inherit the family property."

Yang Song hoped that the knife was in his hand at this moment: "You asked your father for the loan."

"Yeah, my dad is really dark." Chen Ming still has face.

"Let me ask you, what will happen to you if Baifeng Pavilion moves and is no longer here?" Yang Song was smiling all over his face at this time, and his eyes were full of swords and swords.

Chen Ming folded his arms and rubbed them violently: "Brother Song, don't scare me. The neighborhood next door has just laid the foundation, and the office building has only rented out half of the floors."

As the saying goes, success is Baifeng Pavilion, and failure is Baifeng Pavilion.

Yang Song patted him on the shoulder, his attitude was so calm and cold: "Hey, explain yourself well, what are you using me for?"

(End of this chapter)