Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 952

Before Yang Song left, he knocked on the door, turned back to Lu Ban and said, "I just asked a friend to check, your name is not Lu Ban at all, your name is Lu Wanjin, and this is not the name of the company registered at the Industrial and Commercial Bureau. I suggest you put the signboard Change it, don't embarrass the ancestors."

At the gate on the first floor, Zhu Baozhu cried bitterly: "It's my fault, my dog's eyes look down on people..."

All four members of the family admitted wronging Yang Song and apologized neatly.

Things were resolved clearly.

The crowd dispersed, and the boss who had received a tip of 100 yuan from Yang Song before quietly said to Yang Song: "Handsome guy, I persuaded you because you are handsome and generous. Let's go, this store in Luban." The shop bullies the owner, they have people who are good, while it is still daytime and there are many people, don’t stay here, and don’t come here in the future, just buy some furniture online, don’t get yourself in trouble.”

The people in Luban Furniture Store are actually the most dominant here.

Yang Song thanked the boss for reminding him and insisted on continuing to visit.

"How can the furniture in the study be sloppy?"

He has so many culinary experiences that must be recorded, and he must study new dishes. The study outside the kitchen is very important.

I looked at eight stores in a row, not to mention whether I saw the furniture I was satisfied with, as long as the store owner knew that Yang Song had conflicts with the people in Luban Furniture Store.

"Handsome guy, just look at it, but you can't buy it. We can't afford to offend Lu Ban."

It made Yang Song very depressed: "You also open a shop and do business, why should you be so afraid of them?"

"Young man, you don't understand."

"Can you teach me a few words?"

"No, no, have you finished reading it? Hurry up and leave after reading it."

Yang Song was very speechless: "I don't believe it anymore. In such a big furniture city, I can't find a store willing to sell my things."

After walking through two more stores, Yang Song was not even allowed to enter.

"Brother, come to smoke a cigarette, are you thirsty? I'll buy you a bottle of water, drink it and leave. My shop is small, and you don't like it."

Walking, Yang Song came to the most remote corner of the furniture city. Coincidentally, there was a grove here, and there was a store hidden in the grove.

The signboard is very simple, just four words "Old Li Carpenter".

Entering the door is a large enough yard. There are unfinished wooden tables and chairs in the center of the yard. On one side is a garden with colorful flowers, and on the other side is a vegetable garden with juicy vegetables.

There was a little yellow dog hiding under a sycamore tree, sleeping soundly with its belly exposed.

"Is anyone there?" Yang Song called out, but no one answered. He clearly heard voices from the backyard.

"Is anyone home? I'm here to buy furniture."

The little yellow dog woke up, saw Yang Song, and barked three times in the backyard.

"I heard you, Rhubarb, here we come!" A sweet and tender female voice came out.

Soon, a girl with two braids jumped out. She looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, with baby fat on her face, which made people think of glutinous rice balls.

White and soft, there are very few girls at this age who are not beautiful, especially this girl has a pair of very beautiful eyes, crystal clear like colored glaze, and flower bones carved from jade.

"Are you here to buy furniture? What kind of furniture? Use it yourself or give it away? Are you in a hurry? We don't accept urgent orders here."

The little girl spoke quite fast.

"I use it myself. If I want to put it in the study, I need a whole set of desks and chairs, and maybe a sofa and coffee table."

Yang Song said again: "I'm not in a hurry, and I'm not sure I'll fight with you, I have to see what's in your house."

"You might not be interested in our family's things, what a brazen tone!" Another girl came out, probably in her early twenties, wearing a red bunt Hanfu, neat and bright, like a rose with thorns.

They are sisters, the elder sister is called Li Jinxiu, and the younger sister is called Li Yaoyao.

"How did you find our store?" Li Jinxiu asked cautiously.

"I found it after walking around in a daze. Your store is quite well hidden." Yang Song said again: "Is this wine fragrance not afraid of deep alleys?"

As the saying goes, "Thousands of clothes, ten thousand clothes, flattery and no clothes, Li Jinxiu's goose egg face has a smile on it.

Li Yaoyao is more straightforward: "Big brother, my family's craftsmanship is very good, the store is well hidden, there are not many strangers, they are all regular customers, let me show you our family's photo album."

The little girl ran back and out, holding a photo album half as tall as her in her arms. The key is that the photo album is very thick, like an idiom dictionary.

"This is the study furniture made by our shop." Li Yaoyao took a step back, and Li Jinxiu was in charge of explaining: "Our house only accepts customization. The customer chooses the style, sets the wood and delivery time, and after the negotiation, we can start construction. The shortest construction period here is half a month, and urgent orders are not accepted.”

Yang Song said: "As long as things are good, I can wait."

Opening the big photo album, the first thing that catches the eye is a set of mahogany desks. The dark red pattern is very beautiful and magnificent, with a kind of low-key luxury, especially the Ming-style design, which is more simple and simple.

Then there are huanghuali, jujube wood, black walnut, etc., all of which are very precious woods.

There are also ordinary pine, poplar, cypress and so on.

Styles vary from simple to complex, and they are all very particular.

Yang Song's eyes were dazzled, and he finally chose Huanghuali.

"For the style, I want the screen legs, and the carved patterns are ruyi orchid patterns, a big armchair, and two square copper money stools."

Li Jinxiu didn't agree immediately, but looked at Yang Song suspiciously.

"What's wrong? I have eye-catching written on my face?"

The girl Li Jinxiu looked cold, which made Yang Song want to tease her.

"Could you be a colleague from somewhere? You came to our store to inquire about business secrets."

Yang Song: ...

"Stop watching workplace dramas. Commercial spies are not as handsome as I am, and they are all villains."

"Then why are you so good at picking furniture?" Li Jinxiu asked.

In the photo album she gave, there are desks made in the Ming Dynasty, which are basically mahogany, or teak and ash, and the ruyi orchid patterns are basically on pine wood, and the most common screen legs are also black walnut.

But Yang Song actually gathered them all together and selected the best from the best.

"The best wood, the most suitable carving and style, I don't need to give advice, I can decide on my own. If you are not in the same industry, then you like to collect old furniture, or family history or something."

Li Jinxiu examines Yang Song:

"Not to mention, you really have a big air on you."

"What kind of old furniture do you have in your house? Can you let me have a look at it?"

"Discounts and freebies for you."

The inexplicable Yang Song smiled helplessly: "I don't have what you said. I am just an ordinary cook. I have a small restaurant with a lot of kitchen knives. I really don't have any old furniture."

Li Jinxiu didn't believe it: "Do you know that excessive modesty is pride?"

Yang Songdao: "Really, you believe me, I am a little chef, and I just want to learn and review cooking skills after I set up a study room. My home is very ordinary, and the oldest furniture is probably when my parents got married. The Eight Immortals table made by the carpenter in the village is said to have cost 12 yuan!"

(End of this chapter)