Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1123
"Brother Song, don't look at me like that, I'm scared." Chen Ming smiled apologetically.

The thick skin of the capitalists is undoubtedly displayed at this moment.

"You still know you're afraid." Yang Song pressed his head for Chen Ming: "Do you have so many ideas secretly, doesn't your head hurt?"

Use force on the acupoints of your hands.

Chen Ming was in pain as if giving birth to a child.

"Brother Song, please forgive me, I will confess, I will explain everything!" Chen Ming honestly found out the electronic contracts of the community, office buildings, parks, and private schools.

"I'm going to give these to Brother Song as your birthday present."

I don’t know, I’m scared.

There are thirteen contracts.

Yang Song said with emotion: "It's really hard for you. I have prepared birthday presents for the next 13 years, no, 14 years to be precise."

"That is, I hope to be with Brother Song for a long time." Chen Ming continued to display his capitalist shameless spirit.

"Why don't you give it to me at the same time?" Yang Song still smiled: "It's a big surprise, and it's given year after year. What if you forget?"

There is a time gap here, and any contract that is one year late can lose several zeros.

Chen Ming replied with an embarrassed yet polite smile: "It's because I didn't think about it, Brother Song forgive me."

"If you don't forgive me, we'll talk about it later." Yang Song pinched his shoulder again, and wherever his fingers stopped, there was a burst of soreness.

"Pain doesn't work, your body isn't very good."

The entire business district revolves around Yangsong, and Yangsong is the golden signboard for making money in this area.

This kid Chen Ming was able to hide from him for so long without saying a word.

It is impossible for Yang Song not to be angry.

"I've always regarded you as a good son of a troubled world who is not moved by money. I didn't expect you to hide it very deeply. You are indeed the son of a capitalist."

"I was wrong, I don't dare anymore, Brother Song, if you give me another chance, I will definitely restrain my nature."

Chen Ming swears to God.

"Brother Song, I really didn't do it on purpose. You don't know our family well. I was used to buying, selling, and doing business since I was a child. I even snatched the land that my father had hoped for in advance. Afterwards, I also waited until my parents' wedding anniversary. Give the shares to their elders."

He was telling the truth.

"Brother Song, you are in my heart, just like my parents."

Yang Song was puzzled: "Why is it your parents' wedding anniversary and mine is my birthday?"

Chen Ming smiled embarrassingly again: "I bought my dad's land in April, their elders' birthdays are in November, and their wedding anniversary is in March. I want to give a few months less Dividend."

Ruthless, really ruthless.

Yang Song: "Then choose the time for my birthday, also because my birthday is in the second half of the year, can you earn a few more days?"

"No, because Brother Song, you don't have a wedding anniversary."

"Get out of here."

Chen Ming immediately squatted on the ground and looked up at Yang Song: "You can get out, Brother Song, do you forgive me?"

"Since you know you were wrong, shouldn't you pay for your mistakes?" Yang Song stroked his head, as if he was stroking Xiaosi.

"Brother Song, it's your birthday this year, and I'll give you all the shares."

"That's a few months away."

At this time, this kid still doesn't forget his capitalist nature, thinking about the dividends of those few days.

"But there aren't many festivals suitable for giving gifts recently."

"Tomorrow will be fine."

"What day is tomorrow? Brother Song, you don't understand. Gifting shares must have a sense of ceremony." Chen Ming said: "This is the industry rule."

Yang Song called up the calendar and said: "Tomorrow is Friday, a day that can be said to be a happy weekend. Don't you know how to celebrate? Friday is a good day for every migrant worker to celebrate."

Chen Ming was shocked: "Brother Song, at that moment just now, I think you and I are the same kind of person."

They are all stinky and shameless capitalists who can turn black into white.

"What a friendly and familiar smell you exude!" Chen Ming was proud of Yang Song.

"This is the smell of money." Zhang Xiaoyang was sincerely happy.

Yang Song restrained and restrained, not giving each of them a sack.

"Boss Zhang, why are you holding the sack and the shovel?" Yang Song said, "When did you take these things?"

Chen Ming: "I smell a little bit of danger."

"Misunderstanding." Zhang Xiaoyang threw away the sack and shovel. "I want to send you some sweet potatoes, Brother Song."

Yang Song: "Where's the sweet potato?"

Chen Ming: "I think you're lying."

Sending sweet potatoes, what are you doing with a shovel?
"I'm not lying, Brother Song, what breakfast will be served tomorrow morning?" Zhang Xiaoyang changed the subject so forcefully.

Yang Song looked at the sharp edge of the shovel, and then at Chen Ming.

Isn't Zhang Xiaoyang thinking about destroying the corpse?
The capitalists are so scared.

Chen Ming fell into deep thought, probably suspicious.Yang Song coughed dryly, trying to explain, and then explained to persuade Zhang Xiaoyang.

It is understandable for capitalists to suck up money crazily, and they must not be vicious.

Zhang Xiaoyang is dangerous.

"Brother Song, you haven't officially launched breakfast for a few days, and you have to do it again tomorrow." Chen Ming's focus is still very strange. "Tomorrow morning it should be richer, and the portion should be bigger."

Yang Song almost lost his footing: "Young man, do you know that you were almost buried?" '

"Don't worry, tomorrow's breakfast will definitely satisfy everyone!"

"Thank you, Brother Song. I'll go back to sleep first. I'll come to the store to help out tomorrow morning." Chen Ming happily left.

Yang Song took the opportunity to educate Zhang Xiaoyang: "Boss Zhang, do you know that murder cases in our country must be solved?"

"know."

"Then have you ever heard a word?"

"..."

"Skynet is extensive and sparse." Yang Song said, "You must abide by the law and be a good citizen."

Second Monk Zhang Xiaoyang couldn't figure it out: "Where do you start with this?"

"Don't you want to kill Chen Ming?"

"No, no, Brother Song, don't scare me. I definitely don't have such dangerous thoughts. I'm no match for Mr. Chen." Zhang Xiaoyang remembers very clearly that Chen Ming could lift himself and the bag with one hand and hang him on the wall. Dangling on the tree.

"Then you take the shovel? Why, you buried the sweet potato in my yard?"

"Brother Song, I took it wrong. I wanted to knock Mr. Chen unconscious with the rolling pin."

"Then throw the corpse into the wilderness with me, destroying the corpse?"

"No, Brother Song, you are the most powerful chef I know. You cook so delicious food, how could I allow you to ruin your career as a chef?" Then he will have to find Yang Song to cook in the future?

"Then what do you want to do?"

Zhang Xiaoyang also showed an awkward yet polite smile.

It's a pity that his skill is almost meaningless, he can only laugh awkwardly, and there is no sign of politeness at all.

"Actually, I think you two are a little impulsive."

"and then?"

"I just prepared two sacks." Stretching out the head was a slash, and retracting the head was also a slash.

"I prepared two sacks." Zhang Xiaoyang said heartily: "I want to knock you all out, and hang yourself on the tree to be calm and calm, so that you can do wrong things for free."

"It's just the first time I did this, and I didn't find a rolling pin."

Yang Song looked at the treetops, and sized Zhang Xiaoyang several times from head to toe: "You want to take revenge."

Capitalists are very hostile.

"No, it's all a misunderstanding. I'm really doing it for Brother Song."

Even the capitalists can make a high-sounding reason for revenge.

Yang Song shook his head: "I'm not qualified to be a qualified capitalist in my life, and I can't learn your routine."

Too thick-skinned, full of nonsense, mercenary.

(End of this chapter)