Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1119 The Familiar Brother

It is estimated that only the people inside know what happened in the small warehouse.

Meng Shihan came out from inside, full of energy, and she was still the national beauty peony.

Wen Jiu looked at the two big men in front of him, he didn't know each other.

If it weren't for the familiar clothes on them, he really wouldn't be sure that the two in front of him were people.

"Big brother?"

"Um--"

"Second brother is that you?"

"Oh."

Are these two objects who barely maintain their humanity in front of them really the two elder brothers?

Unrecognizable, out of human form.

It is the next play that offends a woman.

Yang Song's new steamed buns are ready.

"Try it."

The golden Sucan buns are blooming, and you can see the stuffing inside.

The fans are crystal clear with a seductive light, and the milky white soup, the green onion is pleasing in color, the outer skin of the buns seems to have been deep-fried, but there is still a soft heart inside.

Such buns are so worth eating.

"Give me something to eat?" Zhang Xiaoyang couldn't believe it.

He thought he was going to be silenced, but he didn't expect that Yang Song would actually make buns for him.

Or this fish vermicelli bun.

Yang Song said: "For you to eat, it should be rare."

Only this time, he can eat his dishes for free, and this person is not Yang Jiajun.

Forget it, it all depends on Gu Baiwei's face.

"Let Baiwei work for Baifengge for a few more days, it's the kingly way to be willing!" Yang Song pondered.

Zhang Xiaoyang couldn't wait to pick up a steamed stuffed bun, and carefully bit an opening.

The crispy skin of the steamed stuffed bun shattered into snow the moment the teeth fell, and the taste was absolutely delicious, followed by the strong taste reconnection brought by the inner skin of the steamed stuffed bun soaked in soup.

Who eats steamed buns and can taste the umami of a bowl of fish soup?

Yang Song's steamed stuffed bun did just that.

"This is a bun, half a bowl of fish soup, full of ingredients!" Zhang Xiaoyang was shocked, he had never eaten such a delicious and unique bun.

"You just put this bun in the refrigerator for less than 2 minutes, how did you make it quick-frozen?"

He could clearly see that the buns were sent into the oven with frost on them.

Again this question.

Yang Song continued to open his eyes and talk nonsense: "You don't know, I have a friend who likes to study these weird things very much. He gave me this refrigerator."

"There are still such geniuses in the world? I wonder if you can introduce us?" Zhang Xiaoyang saw a huge business opportunity.

He makes quick-frozen food, and the warehouse facilities are the most expensive, and the daily electricity bill is simply drawing his blood.

Another familiar reaction.

"No." The familiar rejection.

Yang Song didn't wait for Zhang Xiaoyang to say more, and said first: "My friend doesn't like to meet strangers. He is deeply socially afraid, and he doesn't want to meet people other than me."

"It's okay, we'll just call."

"No, he doesn't like hearing strangers talking, and he doesn't even watch TV."

Yang Song: 'Let me ask you, is the road blocked? '

"Brother Song, can you help talk to your friend on my behalf?" As expected of a profiteer, he can say such words and think of such a way.

Yang Song: "No."

"That friend of yours still doesn't like it?" Zhang Xiaoyang didn't understand.

Yang Song: "I don't like it this time. I don't like to get involved in these troublesome things."

"If the matter is done, I'll give you a commission, at least seven figures." As a capitalist, Zhang Xiaoyang believes that money can turn ghosts around.

Yang Song counted his fingers: "No."

"Why?" Zhang Xiaoyang didn't understand. Could it be that he thought he had too little money?

"That's my friend, a very pure friendship, I can't tarnish this friendship."

"From eight digits."

"Don't go."

"Brother Song, nine digits are not negotiable."

The effect can be quickly frozen in 2 minutes. How much manpower and material resources will this save Zhang Xiaoyang's company?
Not just a few hundred million is enough.

If he can get the technical support from Yang Song's friend, Zhang Xiaoyang plans to change all his warehouses, and he will be able to dominate the world in the frozen food industry in the future.

That's right, it's the world.

Sooner or later, he will hammer down those gringos who love to bargain.

Yang Song: 'This is not over yet. '

"No."

Zhang Xiaoyang: "..."

Could it be that Brother Song is the kind of dung in the legend who used to be a big boss with tens of thousands of households?

Yang Song: "Hehe, I'm not, but I'm bothered by your endless entanglement with this issue. Someone wanted to contact my friend before, and it was easy to pass. Why are you so stalking, Boss Zhang?" '

What a bastard, and even lured him with a few hundred million.

He is not short of money!

"Brother Song, I can't add more money for the time being, and I don't know the cost of your friend's technology."

If the cost is too high, the loss outweighs the gain.

Yang Song: "There is no reason, I just don't want to care about it."

He finds it troublesome.

"Is this troublesome?"

Just by helping to say a few words, it is possible to get [-] million.

Money in the world is really easy to earn.

Yang Song nodded affirmatively: "Troublesome, really troublesome, too much trouble."

"You don't want to eat the rest of the buns, do you? Can my little four help?"

"Who is Little Four?"

Yang Song jumped out of the phone photo, and the majestic big dog occupied the entire phone screen.

"it's him."

Zhang Xiaoyang was speechless.

Yang Song regained his purity.

He asked Chen Ming to contact the freezing factory: "These steamed buns are made together with nineteen other kinds of steamed stuffed buns, and sent to those freezing factories for processing. I'll see the situation."

Chen Ming was excited: "That means Baifeng Pavilion finally has takeaway food?"

"Almost." Yang Song's heart sank. Of these twenty kinds of buns, one is sold every day.

At least 20 days of his life can be saved.

Maybe after 20 days, the Yang family's army will get used to not eating at Baifeng Pavilion.

He doesn't have to worry about being hunted down.

Zhang Xiaoyang patted his chest: "Brother Song, you are looking for me. I am specialized in dry frozen food. In this area, not to mention domestic, there is no company more professional and comprehensive than my company in the whole of Asia."

"We not only have a professional factory building, but also a professional transportation channel."

Half of Chen Ming is a capitalist, so he understands this: "Sanfu's quick-frozen food is really good, and what Boss Zhang said is true, but their sales channel in Los Angeles is almost meaningless."

This Chen family can make up for it.

To make quick-frozen food, special freezers are generally placed in various large supermarkets.

Yang Song thought the same way, he was about to go out, so naturally he didn't have time to do these things.

"Then I'll leave it to you. In the past few days, I have to work hard to make buns."

Although it is quick-frozen, Yang Song has to make it himself.

That is to say, these twenty kinds of steamed buns must be made by Yang Song himself.

"Why not use machines?" Zhang Xiaoyang, as a capitalist, likes slave machines very much.

Yang Song: "I will make a part first, and then check the condition of the machine to see if the machine can meet my requirements."

(End of this chapter)