Monster Factory

“Whatever you choose, President Ye, you have the audacity to challenge the world. I, Brother Yan Zhao, will take down your chosen place anyway. ”

Yan Zhao's head was raised and his tone was as hard as the bulletproof armor of a vigilant robot.

If anywhere else, even the international metropolitan city of Sanghai, Yan Zhao exaggerated this Haikou, Ye Qing did not doubt that this guy could do it.

But this is Yanjing, the capital of Huaxia.

The shopkeeper who can stand on the heels of a private room dish is handed down from generation to generation. The ancestors went out of the royal kitchen and the family received the sacred edible edible family.

These people, the connections are so big in the ocean, how could they ruin their credibility because of a little fly-head profitability?

Ye Qing really doesn't believe Brother Yan Zhao has the ability to do this, but this guy has another swear to look like Dandan...

Dinner is served at noon anyway. Then choose one and let Brother Yan Zhao eat a meal.

“Then go to the sheep's house and eat at a private restaurant if you don't specify it, I'm a coward. ”

Sheep Fang Hutong is the location of Yanjing's most famous private room restaurants, but there are not many, just three.

Wan, Wang, Xie.

Three private room restaurants with no personality by name, all with their family names in front of them.

But the name is understated and the fame is not at all understated. Ye Qing heard that walking into any of the three restaurants in Hutong, the celebrity Hao Jie hanging on the wall left Mo Bao, definitely more than the guests in the restaurant, plus the chef to help.

Even those big stars who go to dinner, if they're not international stars, don't qualify to stay with Mulberry.

“OK, lunch is at the sheep's house.” Brother Yan Zhao confidently promised to go underground and then called the secretary to ask her to bring her what she had stored.

Forty minutes later, Brother Yan Zhao drove the Mercedes-Benz into the famous sheep house.

This is just plain old Yanjing Hutong, brick paved road, grey tile hanging wall. On the walls, you can see many old signs of years and wind and rain peeling off.

It is not wide enough to accommodate only two cars in parallel. However, Brother Yan Zhao's big run just arrived at the first, with a small red lantern hanging at the door of Wang's private room restaurant.

Ye Qing almost lost his temper.

Because at the entrance of this private dining room, two fully armed guards, one left and one right, stood on the side of the courtyard, on a few poor parking spaces that were easily pulled out, actually parked two concierges dedicated to the reception of important foreign guests.

“Why don't we go to this house and smash him for a few million dollars? ”

Looking at Brother Yan Zhao's face pig liver color, Ye Qing smiled more joyfully.

“Ha... ha...”

Brother Yan Zhao blushed, holding onto him: “The flavour of this family is too spicy, let's change one, change one. ”

Mercedes-Benz hurriedly drove a few dozen meters and turned another corner to a second restaurant with a smaller face and no lanterns or signs.

The signature of this private dining room is on the wall of the yard - 10,000 dishes.

This private dining room is more prestigious, and its ancestors are the famous head chef of the royal palace, which is said to have hosted a large number of foreign presidents for decades.

Brother Yan Zhao probed his head, looked around the pocket parking lot for a few laps, then deeply relieved, his face returned to normal, revealing a smile about to win.

“President Ye, shall we eat here at noon? ”

Now it's Ye Qing's turn. There are three cars parked in the parking space. Even though there are no heavyweight cars in the circle, this kind of place obviously can't get seats by smashing millions, right?

These places do not have any identity restrictions. Even if they do, Ye Qing belongs to the absolutely qualified dial. Mainly in these places, food must be booked in advance, suddenly walking in. I'm sure several tables inside are booked a month or two in advance.

The boss can't get rid of a table of guests for millions.

Besides, Brother Yan Zhao, you can't help but get millions, it's still the same thing.

“So eat here?” Ye Qing was extremely curious, and he came to see what Yan Zhao was capable of.

After determining the location, Yan Zhao did not park the car in the parking lot, so he poured it backwards a little and put it on the side of his hand, allowing Ye Qing to wait patiently.

Ye Qing looked at the time, exactly 11: 00.

After about ten minutes of waiting, a President Maserati turned from the corner to the lights and turned in the direction of a pocket parking lot belonging to a million dishes.

Yan Zhao's expression was delighted. He pushed the door out of the car and stopped the white maserati. Then he went around to the car window and kept talking to the people in the car.

Ye Qing had some of his husbands and monks unable to touch their heads. Yan Zhao's conversation lasted five minutes, and he bent back and nodded. Finally, he joyfully ran back to his seat and took two bottles of Maotai wine from the trunk, which had been completely yellow, and gave it to the owner of the Masalati.

When he entered the cockpit again, Brother Yan Zhao was similarly proud to have won the First Prize of Bliss.

“Done ~ Ye, please go inside Yamama. ”

“Comrade Yan...” Ye Qing guessed a little: “You won't wait here for half a day, just wait for the guests who book the table in this restaurant at noon, and then spend money to buy it from them, right? ”

“150,000, plus two bottles of Maotai for 20 years.” Brother Yan Zhao nodded proudly: “Haha ~ I told them that one of my children is going to emigrate tonight. His biggest wish is to come here for a meal. I, a brother, even kneel at the door to beg for help, must satisfy him. ”

“Sun...” Ye Qing really wanted to look at Brother Yan Zhao's head for a moment.

Through the narrow door face, bypassing the wall of photography by a prince, Ye Qing's eyes suddenly opened up.

It really blossoms in the sesame ground, Ye Qing didn't expect that deep in the ancient palate, there is still such a beautiful other yard hidden.

A stream planted with lotus leaves, along the edge of the courtyard, circled around, stepped over the mini Hanbaiyu bridge, obviously an open-air courtyard, Ye Qing felt a warm wind coming.

Amazing!

Just pour it on the owner and grow the leaves in the winter.

“Here's the floor warmth. In the brick beneath our feet, there's a fire lane that was repaired in ancient times. By winter, we'll burn the heated house, and the whole yard will be warm. Now, of course, it's warmer and more environmentally friendly.” Yan Zhao felt sad: “Look, the ancients enjoyed it so much. Our younger generation, of course, needs to take it to the next level. ”

“You bought 150,000 wine tables, put them on hold hundreds of years ago in Yanjing, that is, the dudes' brothers, just throwing out the reward.” Ye Qing struck him with mercy.

Ye Qing still admired the young president's ability.

An aged aunt walked Ye Qing and Yan Zhao into an ancient room. After a pot of tea, my aunt said goodbye to serve the dishes.

Brother Yan Zhao gave Ye Qing a little early science, ten thousand restaurants can't order food. You can't order even if you book a month in advance. Whatever the master does, the Guest eats.

“Anyway, I even saw the signatures of Clinton, and Medvedev, who even served a table of salted vegetables, and I didn't miss it.” Ye Qing raised the teacup and touched Yan Zhao.