Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1129 Yang Song is Trapped
In the next two days, those capitalists used their actual actions to prove how clingy they can be, which is more annoying than the domineering president's sweet wife.

A group of old goblins!
They followed Yang Song wherever he went, and they kept thinking about it.

Even if Yang Song was cooking and dancing with the kitchen knife in his hands vigorously, they could still keep a close distance, looking at Yang Song with shining eyes, and hesitated to speak.

Even banners were made, big red banners, golden lettering.

"Brother Song, let's cooperate!"

"Brother Song, start a new chapter together!"

"Brother Song, we are a family."

……

All it took was firecrackers and gongs and drums to blare.

This is not the worst, as long as Yang Song doesn't cook, or walks out of Baifeng Pavilion, someone will immediately deliver towels, tea, and snacks.

A group of bosses, the youngest one can be Yang Song's father, they even fan Yang Song with fans, or feather fans, pink feather fans are held by a group of old men to face Yang Song, they are all kinds of fans .

Not to mention, they each found a massage shop for Yang Song.

"Brother Song, you are tired, come and have a spa."

"It's still the team of technicians I hired is amazing, Brother Song, come on, our beds are all ready."

When Yang Song accidentally sneezed, the bosses were able to take off their suit jackets and put clothes on for Yang Song.

Some people even remodeled the small park where Yang Song often went for a walk and run.

Overnight, that small park turned into a hundred gardens.

Poor Yang Song has excellent five senses, his eyes are red from the fragrance of flowers.

"Ah! Brother Song's eyes are uncomfortable. Hurry up and contact the best ophthalmologist in the country and ask him to come in person or by special plane!"

"Let ophthalmologists from all over the country form a team of experts to come over and give Brother Song a good checkup."

"Go and bind me the best ophthalmologists in the world!"

……

The helplessness of being surrounded by a group of domineering presidents.

"Brother Song, Brother Song, this is a new model from our clothing company, try it on quickly."

"Our company's new mobile phone, this exclusive black diamond model is for you."

"Our company's new sports car, Brother Song, come and see if the blue color of this proud man can barely match your one-ten-thousandth."

……

Yang Song couldn't take it anymore, Chen Ming began to talk sarcasticly: "Sister Han, look at how popular your men are, those old men greet Song Ge every day, they are more attentive than you!"

Meng Shihan glanced at Chen Ming: "Gloating?"

"Hee hee, how dare I."

"I advise you to seek good fortune for yourself."

"What do you mean?"

Yang Song beckoned and called Chen Ming to the backyard: "Think of a way, get those people away, I don't want to see them again this afternoon."

Before Chen Ming figured out what was going on.

Yang Song said again: "I'll leave this matter to you, and it must be done well, otherwise you can just smell the new dishes tonight."

Chen Ming's heart seemed to be mosaiced.

Meng Shihan chose to appear on stage at this time, gently holding Yang Song's arm.

"I've worked hard these days, go upstairs and lie down for a while."

"Don't worry, leave everything outside to Chen Ming, he will take care of it, and he will definitely not let you down."

It hurts the most to hurt someone with a soft knife, and Chen Ming regretted why he committed the crime 5 minutes ago.

"Well——, I know, I know, I will lie down with you."

Another knife.

A single dog can't afford to be hurt.

Both of their fiancés returned their homes, Chen Ming shed tears of bitterness, and looked for those bosses with a bitter expression on his face.

"Mr. Chen! Mr. Chen, why are you the only one out? Where's Brother Song? Is he tired after working all morning?"

"I have a few new massage beauties here, just in time to arrange for Brother Song."

"Get out, Brother Song doesn't like beauties, beauties don't even have the strength in their hands, so we still have to let a strong man come."

"I found a master, a master of martial arts."

No matter how lively they were, Chen Ming just kept silent, with an ugly face, bitter and bitter, as if he could give birth to a child on the spot at any time.

"Mr. Chen, what's the matter with you? Come on, what's the matter?"

"Yeah, tell us quickly."

Chen Ming finally raised his head to look at the people present, glanced around for a week, couldn't help but sighed, and still didn't speak.

"Hey, my Mr. Chen, what the hell is going on with you? If you have something to say, tell us, don't scare us."

"Your Uncle Su, my heart is so frightened by you that I can sing uneasy."

"Mr. Chen is fine. I didn't hear that she was going to go bankrupt. What's wrong with you?"

As long as there is money, wouldn't it be good for the boss's son to be a happy rich second generation?

There is no reason to be sad.

"Could it be that something happened to Brother Song?"

"Brother Song, don't let anything happen to you!"

"Call an ambulance!"

"Send the helicopter over."

"Let the doctor come over!"

"God bless Brother Song!"

"Okay, okay, Brother Song is not here, the show is over!" Chen Ming said angrily.

Only then did the bosses realize that they were winking at the blind man.

If the real master is not around, it won't do any good if the play is performed.

As capitalist-level bosses, they are most aware of costs and profits.

If the income and expenditure are clearly unbalanced, then there is no need to continue the show.

It's like someone yelled a card!

The person who was anxious to hit the wall before seemed to be able to go with the wind.

The worried and tearful people suddenly retreated from the rain.

Chen Ming admired: "I'm still not good at acting, and I can't compare with these old foxes." '

However, after thinking about it again, he was able to earn so much money back then, buying so much land near Baifeng Pavilion in advance, and his ability to make small money is quite good.

The ability to fool people should be pretty good.

Since Chen Ming's identity as a senior capitalist was quietly exposed by the internal employees of Baifeng Pavilion, Mr. Chen has been very cautious in his life.

I'm afraid that Yang Song will let him go back and be his capitalist seriously.

"Everyone, Brother Song is not happy anymore." Chen Ming looked painful.

"Why is Brother Song unhappy? Who messed with him? Stand up!" The bosses were even more unhappy, and they were counting on Yang Song being in a good mood to sign a contract with them for a win-win situation.

At this juncture, no one can make Yang Song feel bad.

"Who is so ignorant? Find out immediately, let's talk to that person."

They have a rhythm of doing things.

Chen Ming: "It's you."

The bosses, who were gearing up, were pressed the pause button in unison.

With an embarrassed smile, he called it a day in three seconds.

"Give Brother Song a different technician massage today, and occasionally change the style, it's good for the mood."

"Yes, I have long said that American massage is not good."

"Not even this scented candle."

Changing the subject is useless.

Chen Ming sighed: "Brother Song may have to give up research on quick-frozen food."

"what?"

"How can this work?"

"As long as Brother Song is willing to participate in the competition of the Asian Food Ingredients Conference, my direction is different from that of a businessman like you."

"Fuck off!"

Chen Ming said again: "As long as Brother Song is unhappy, he doesn't want to do anything. Maybe Baifeng Pavilion doesn't plan to continue its normal business. Didn't you just ask me to think about how to send the copy of the suspension of business."

"Come on, everyone, sign up, I have to write all of your extremely names on the copy."

(End of this chapter)