Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1135 Unique Landscape

"How can you be like this?" Li Jinxiu was even amused.

"Brother Yang Song, do you have a problem here?" Li Yaoyao pointed to her head and said, "It's time to eat brain fragments."

Yang Song gave her a brainstorm: "Let's play, kid, I'm value for money. If you tell me, a table in my Baifeng Pavilion costs 100 million. It's face-saving, do you understand?"

"I don't understand, I've never seen anyone increase the price on their own."

"I'll see you now." After teasing the little girl, Yang Song persuaded the older girl, "If you sell this table to me for 100 million yuan, I won't lose money, and I'll take advantage of it. I, Yang Song, are not ignorant."

"Why should you?"

"When I'm a friend, don't mention the matter of refunding the money. Keep it well. I guess it will take more than a year before I can come back and buy the table. I have to trouble you to help save it."

Li Jinxiu wanted to say something else.

Yang Song said again: "I have to agree, otherwise I will have to pay you the storage fee."

With that said, he had to scan the QR code to pay again.

Li Jinxiu hurriedly stopped her: "I'll listen to you."

"Tomorrow you and your sister will come to Baifeng Pavilion for dinner, come early if you can, and I will invite you to dinner." Yang Song said.

"You don't need to ask, we have the money ourselves." Li Jinxiu tapped the payment code, which meant that Yang Song had given the money.

"Then you may not be able to eat." Yang Song said calmly: "Before I went out, I saw diners queuing up."

"what?"

"They all went with tents, and many people have already arrived."

That's right, this is the scene in front of the Baifeng Pavilion.

Hearing that Yang Song was going to make a big move, many diners bought tents and quilts on the street after eating, and planned to spend the night in front of Baifeng Pavilion.

They can only set up tents when the food street is closed.

Fortunately, Baifeng Pavilion is at the end of the food street.

Don't ask why there are tents on the food street, just ask the market needs.

There are usually office workers who finish overtime and want to eat breakfast at Baifeng Pavilion the next day. Unfortunately, they can’t get up, or the distance is too far to make it, so they simply buy tents and set up camp on the spot.

When there is market demand, there are sharp-eyed people who open stores.

"The tent store not only has disposable tents, but also storage cabinets for items. You can store the tents after use and use them next time. You only need to pay a certain fee."

It is none other than Chen Ming who proposed this idea.

That's right, Chen Ming opened the tent shop.

The capitalist bacteria and Chen Ming are closely linked.

Yang Song called out his mobile phone: "Look, it's not yet eleven o'clock, and there are already tents in front of the Baifeng Pavilion. Are you sure you can queue up tomorrow?"

Tomorrow there will be more diners coming from all directions.

"I still invite you to eat, and enter through the back door." Yang Song said proudly: "Now we have more people in Baifeng Pavilion."

It was Zhang Xiaoyang.

Zhang Xiaoyang is very good at the service industry, no wonder he has grown from a waiter to a big boss.

After so many years, I have not forgotten my original intention.

After discussing everything, the transportation team came with four people, but none of them could lift the elm table and put it into the truck.

"Brother Song, I really didn't expect this table to be so heavy."

"You don't have a pulley ready?"

For particularly bulky furniture, members of the transportation team will prepare pulley carts, that is, install multiple small pulleys on a wooden board, put them under the table with cloth, and then push them to the built truck.

This saves a lot of effort and is safe enough.

"It's ready, but the pulleys won't fit in." The table is too heavy.

Looking at the four tall and burly men in front of him, Yang Song felt helpless: "I'll go and have a look."

Li Jinxiu said: "The elm table bears the weight evenly, and the base is very heavy, otherwise the table cannot be stabilized. It took a lot of effort to send the table into the warehouse."

The two sisters also haven't got the table out for at least three years.

Yang Song walked around the table and knocked on the base of the table to hear the sound.

"Come on, let's try again, this time I'll help."

"Brother Song, it can't be done, it can't be done, the four of us have used up all our energy just now, and the corner of this table is just worn out, and it's hard to insert a one-yuan coin."

"That's because I didn't come to help." Yang Song found that verbal encouragement was useless, so he could only use his ability: "Come on, let's add me, let's try again with all our strength, and I will give you 500 each Yuanda red envelopes, no, I'll give you one hundred, how about it?"

At worst, there is 100 yuan, and in case of a trip, it is [-] yuan.

They were moved.

Yang Song asked Li Jinxiu and Li Yaoyao for help: "Please pass the pulley board out at the critical moment."

"it is good!"

Yang Song stood at the front, and the other four stood facing each other.

This arrangement means that Yang Song alone takes the lead, while the other four can share their strength with each other.

"Are you all ready?"

"Ready."

Yang Song tightened the cloth strips wrapped around his hands, and shouted: "One, two, three—"

The five of them worked together.

"Get up, lift up!" Li Yaoyao wanted to applaud happily.

"Quickly plug the boards." Li Jinxiu had sharp eyesight and quick hands, pulled his sister and handed two boards in.

"Now, let it go slowly."

With two boards as fulcrums, it is much easier to lift.

Yang Song said: "The four brothers have worked hard, so I won't give you five hundred yuan. When the work is over, I will give you 1000 yuan each."

"Thank you, Boss Yang."

After loading the table into the truck, the workers needed to reinforce it again. After Yang Song inspected it, he decided to sit in the box of the truck with them and stare at the table.

But before getting on the car, let the master worker drink water and take a breath before continuing.

Li Jinxiu came over to ask Yang Song while no one was paying attention, "You planned to give each of them another 1000 yuan, right?"

"Yes." Yang Song didn't deny it either.

If it is said to add 1000 yuan at the beginning, there is absolutely no good choice.

"That's good." With 500 yuan as the head, 1000 yuan is simply a surprise among surprises.

"It's just a trick, rest early and see you tomorrow." Yang Song said.

He transported the table back to Baifeng Pavilion without any risk.

Yang Song didn't go back to the villa at all that night. He looked at the table for a long time and rested on the second floor.

Early the next morning, Yang Song went out for a run. In the tent in front of the door, someone rubbed his eyes and yawned. The moment he saw Yang Song, he immediately greeted him: "Brother Song, good morning!"

It was a very familiar Yang Jiajun, Yang Song just couldn't remember how to call him for a while.

"Brother Song, it's me." Meng Wan stroked his hair back, revealing his true colors.

"You don't wear a suit and you don't spray stereotyped mousse. I really didn't recognize it." Yang Song also said good morning to him, pointing to the table that appeared out of thin air and said: "Important props, help me look at them, don't let me see them." People approach."

With such a heavy table, I don't have to worry about someone stealing it.

As for how the table quietly appeared at the front door from the backyard, it was due to the system.

"System, you are quite useful sometimes."

"Ha ha."

There was a warning distance of three meters before the entrance of Baifeng Pavilion began to receive the number plate.

It's just that the table is too big, exceeding the warning distance.

"Beautiful, this table is so majestic!" Meng Wan couldn't help taking a few photos with his mobile phone, and said, "Don't worry, Brother Song, I'll ask people to cordon off, and no one is allowed to approach."

(End of this chapter)