Almighty in the city

In the luxurious mansion in the "Ruiyi Manor" in the southern suburbs of Shanghai, in a guest room on the third floor, the second son of Xinda Investment, Zhao Xia, was trying a black tuxedo dress in front of the fitting mirror.

He bought it at an Armani store in the evening. From suits to shirts to ties, he also bought a limited-edition sapphire blue dress by Givenchy, which was specially prepared for Peng Jiahe.

When he wanted to come, Feng Baiyu and Feng Shao specially invited seven celebrity chefs from all over the world to go out together, let alone smashing the signature of a Michelin three-star restaurant, even the Burj Al Arab hotel in Dubai. error.

"As long as Jiahe can be invited over on Saturday and let her see what a real elite reception is in high society, she will understand that staying with me is the best choice." Zhao Xia looked at the dressing mirror. Here, this young and handsome young man triumphantly compared the "eight" gesture.

However, at this moment, the pear wood solid wood door of the room was knocked.

"Who--" Shushuai was interrupted, and Zhao Xia snorted very uncomfortably.

"Me!" Zhao Lingfeng's somewhat gloomy voice resounded outside the door.

Zhao Xia frowned. He has never been very impressed with this brother who is two years older than him——

When I was in school, my grades were not good. I didn’t get into a university after finding a relationship with my family. I had to go to a Pheasant University in Mijian and mix with Zhang’s undergraduate diploma in finance. Compared with him, a full-fledged graduate student of Fudan Finance Department , It is basically an underground and a heaven.

"This night—" Zhao Xia impatiently walked over and opened the door, and was about to ask this dude brother, if he would not sleep at night, he ran to find out what he did, but the door just opened. Only halfway through, there was a "pop" on his face and a solid slap in the face.

Zhao Xia was suddenly a little confused.

After several seconds, he thundered and roared: "You took the wrong medicine, you!"

Outside the door, Zhao Lingfeng had a sullen face and looked at him coldly: "Am I taking the wrong medicine?"

He raised the IPAD in his hand: "Look carefully, who the hell is taking the wrong medicine!"

In the IPAD, photos are being automatically played in a slideshow. In each photo, there are Yi Xiaodao, Hansford, Marco Johnson, Paul Hamilton, Gordon Ramsay, and Diggory Torres. And Fogo Pastoré, the seven chefs Feng Baiyu invited from all over the world.

The background of the photo is easy to identify, which is the decor of the Grey Whale Restaurant.

Zhao Xia, who had originally wanted to have an attack, immediately weakened when he looked at these photos. She was a little unhappy and said, "Isn't it just asking them to help smash the sign of a three-star Michelin restaurant? Is this worth your fight?"

"I am going to fight?" Zhao Lingfeng laughed furiously, "If I hadn't received the news first, I would have sealed the mouths of these seven people one step ahead of time, let you know that you, in his name, let these seven people go to smash them in private. People’s places, I look at this circle, so you don’t want to be confused anymore!"

Zhao Xia mumbled: "Is it so serious—"

Zhao Ling was so angry that he raised his hand and wanted to give him a slap in the face, but when he raised his hand halfway, he stopped abruptly: "Go in and say!"

Zhao Xia retired unhappily.

Zhao Lingfeng walked in, closed the door, and screamed, "Do you know how important this reception is to Feng Shao and to us! That is the key to whether we can fight a turnaround?" Why did Feng Shao invite those six foreign chefs from Europe to preside over the meals at this reception? Even the closed disciple of the Hong Kong God of Cookery, Yi Xiaodao, who is known as the "ghost workmanship", was also invited—these Have you ever thought about it?"

"Isn't it just to improve the standard of the reception, pretending to be forced?" Zhao Xia snorted unconvinced.

Zhao Lingfeng was almost amused: "You fucking pig brain! You still read your brains! Do you know how much the appearance fees of these seven people add up? Let them drop the sign of a Michelin three-star restaurant— -You fucking figure it out! If it goes well, forget it. As a result, all the seven people you fucking killed were nailed to the pillar of shame, don’t you know! You know they come back seven by one, What is the first thing? They are looking for Feng Shao, and they want to terminate the contract and leave Shanghai!"

"What?!" Zhao Xia was stunned, "Brother, what do you mean is that these seven people went to smash the place, but they were smashed by the sign?!"

Zhao Lingfeng threw the IPAD in his hand directly into his arms: "Watch for yourself! Look good! Fuck, how could I have such a mentally retarded brother like you! If you are not my brother, believe it or not, I will look for it now People throw you into the Huangpu River!"

Zhao Xia didn't say a word, and looked at the photos in the iPad without saying a word. When he saw the Yi Xiaodao seven being directed by a photographer to take portrait photos, he was completely dumbfounded.

"It's impossible!" He yelled and threw out the iPad in his hand, as if accidentally holding a sweet potato in his hand.

"Impossible?" Zhao Lingfeng sneered, "Seven people, all in accordance with the rules of the chef industry, were photographed and signed by the Grey Whale Restaurant, and handwritten the words of'inferior skill' to admit defeat! By tomorrow, seven of them His photos and manuscripts were framed and hung in the Grey Whale Restaurant. Do they still have the face to stay in Shanghai?"

He became more and more angry, and finally couldn't help but slap Zhao Xia's face again: "Although I blocked their mouths at the price, what about the guests on Saturday? Let them know, this The seven chefs at the cocktail party didn't even have the level of a Grey Whale restaurant chef-you fucking want to make Feng Shao and us a joke in the mouths of the Shanghai business people!" ,...