Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1130
"What do you want our names for?"

"Everyone has tasted Brother Song's dishes, what do you think of the taste?"

"Of course there's nothing to say, it's so delicious!"

Chen Ming showed a hunter's smile: "Then do you think foodies in Los Angeles, and even the whole country, like the food made by Brother Song?"

"Nephew, are you stupid?"

The Baifeng Pavilion is full of seats, and there is a long line of people taking pictures every day, and everyone agrees to eat well.

"Is Brother Song very popular?"

Someone stepped forward and touched Chen Ming's forehead: "I don't have a fever."

Chen Ming said again: "Brother Song is so popular, if he suddenly wants to close Baifeng Pavilion, he must give a suitable reason. Uncles, how about listening to me?"

Bosses have a bad feeling.

"Hello everyone, the head chef of Baifengge, Yang Song, was harassed by a group of unknown people recently. He was very annoying. He was in a bad mood and caused insomnia. In desperation, he had to temporarily suspend the business of Baifengge. Please forgive me. These are the real names of those people, please help supervise, everyone is responsible for protecting Brother Song."

After Chen Ming finished reading, he even asked, "Uncles, what do you think of my writing?"

The bosses, who have more minds than dragon fruit seeds, grind their teeth in anger.

"Nephew, I'm your Uncle Sun. Our two families have cooperated a lot. Is it appropriate for you to do this?"

"I'm Uncle Wang. Our company still owes you Chen's project payment for three quarters. Do you want us to pay you back?"

"I'm your Uncle Zhao. I hugged you at the [-]-year-old banquet, and I gave you the biggest red envelope on the spot. Where's your conscience?"

Chen Ming failed to threaten, but was threatened instead.

They are all businessmen, and they are inextricably linked with each other.

Standing on the second floor, Yang Song could see clearly and hear clearly, so he dialed the phone.

"Chen Ming, open the external release, you don't need to post the copy, I will post it."

In a word, hang up after finishing speaking.

It was like a thunderclap, and the boss opposite couldn't sit still.

"Brother Song, Brother Song..."

Hanging up the phone is a distant place that cannot be called back.

Chen Ming was in a happy mood: "My Brother Song really loves me." '

"How many uncles, do you see?"

"Eldest nephew—" the elder nephew shouted so kindly.

They have to confess.

It is worthy of being a capitalist to advance and retreat.

Chen Ming immediately said: "Uncles, don't worry, Brother Song is very kind. He will definitely not announce your names, even though you all handed him your business cards."

I can't worry at all.

"However, there are a lot of old diners in Baifeng Pavilion, and there are even a lot of online celebrity live broadcasts. They must have taken photos and videos."

Finding you is no problem at all.

"Uncles, take care and see you again."

Chen Ming is about to withdraw.

"Nephew, nephew, I don't think the official account of Baifeng Pavilion has said anything. Is there still room to keep it?"

When they do business, especially food business, they value reputation more.

There are so many diners in Baifeng Pavilion, and their origins are also very wide.

There are so many Internet celebrities.

They are easy to be fleshed out by everyone, which affects making money.

"What room?" Chen Ming pretended not to understand.

Of course there is room for it. Yang Song made it clear that if he wanted to become bigger and stronger, he couldn't do without these bosses.

Even if you don't cooperate with them, you can't let them stumble behind your back.

It's just that the old fox and the young fox are fighting each other, you are cunning, and I am also cunning.

The leeway cannot be taken out now, otherwise it will be easy not to be cherished.

Those old foxes dragged Chen Ming for two hours, and the two sides reached an agreement.

"Within one day, go back and submit a letter of intent for cooperation to me, and I will pass it on to Brother Song. Show your sincerity, don't make a fool of yourself, this is the last chance."

"Must, we are all sincere."

"I will never let down the trust of Boss Yang and your eldest nephew."

After sending people away, Yang Song finally calmed down.

"Don't worry, Brother Song, they won't come again, and tomorrow they will receive the bloody contract from the capitalists."

A group of bosses gathered together, naturally fighting endlessly with swords and swords, open guns and hidden arrows.

Even if he could get five points at the beginning, he would still get six or seven points, or even seven or eight points if he gritted his teeth.

"Why only one day?" Yang Song thought it would be at least two days.

"It must be one day. If there is more time, those grandchildren will gather together to discuss and squeeze us in turn."

This is the power of union.

It's like a snack bar on the breakfast street, always negotiating about price increases.

Steamed buns, fried dough sticks, tea and eggs are all the same price.

"Thanks to you this time, Brother Song. If it weren't for your phone call, those grandsons would probably use Mrs. Chen to ask me to be their lobbyist."

This is the implication of businessmen.

Yang Song understood: "I don't want to be restrained like this."

Linking can easily become pinning down.

"I like to be a free man." Yang Song said with emotion.

He wants to choose for himself whether to earn 100 million or 1000 million a day.

"Brother Song, you must be strong enough."

Only the strong don't have to bow their heads.

Chen Ming also felt emotional: "Brother Song, do you know why I don't like going to the capital?"

"why?"

"My dad is the richest man in Los Angeles, and here I can gain maximum freedom. When I went to the capital, there are too many bastards and idiots with upturned nostrils who can't afford to provoke, and I can't even hide from them. I still have to deal with them. It's too tiring. "

Yang Song felt that Chen Ming was selling miserably, and he was very excited to play in the capital before.

"That time we went, we were lucky, we didn't meet any real idiots, we made a big fuss, we all experienced life at that time."

"It makes sense, there are always idiots." Yang Song has met many.

It's just that every time the idiots come, Yang Song pushes them into Mother Earth's arms and rubs them so hard that some of them can't be pulled back.

"Then have you ever thought about what to do if one day we meet a stupid fork that can't be stepped on?" Chen Ming asked Yang Song's heart.

The family of the king of kitchens, as well as the royal kitchen restaurant in the capital, as well as the forces in the wider world.

It's not just the culinary world that's a threat.

Yang Song said: "Soldiers come to block them, water comes to cover them with soil."

Chen Ming is usually idle, but in fact, he has a lot of thoughts.

"Are you sure?" This was the first time he questioned him after he called Brother Yang Songsong.

"I don't know." Yang Song didn't write a blank check to Chen Ming, and said very seriously: "Chen Ming, you are my brother, I will make a deal with you, don't be afraid of anything, I never give up and become stronger, I will protect you .”

"Don't be afraid of any wind and rain outside."

Every time Yang Song introduces new dishes, especially different cuisines, or even different categories, as long as he introduces them, he is surprised and praised.

"Since the opening of Baifeng Pavilion, so many chefs have come to challenge, just that Nozawa Kazuo, Ashikaga Kenjiro, and the people from the Chuwang family. Every time they come, don't you worry about me?"

Every time a strong opponent came to the door, Chen Ming would support Yang Song immediately, and worry about him later.

"I'll tell you a secret, I'm actually scared too."

(End of this chapter)