Fortune-telling and ghost-catching are too cruel, I’m being targeted by the country

As soon as the group lined up, a middle-aged man with a rich face and fine traces of sweat on his head appeared.

He trotted towards Fu Jiuqing. Before he could stand firm, he nodded and bowed in greeting.

"I didn't know that Mrs. Qin's visit was not welcomed from afar, so please don't be offended."

Fu Jiuqing had an emotionless smile on his face and asked in a joking voice: "Do you know me?"

"I am the general manager of Jiuyan Restaurant, my name is Qi Zhiwei."

The middle-aged man took out a beautifully made business card from his coat pocket and handed it to Fu Jiuqing with both hands.

"You and Mr. Qin got married the day before yesterday. Jiuyan Restaurant was in charge of the banquet. I was lucky enough to meet you from a distance."

What he didn't say was that the Fu Jiuqing he saw that day was pale and angry.

Compared with the cold temperament and radiant beauty in front of her, they are two extremes.

If he hadn't seen this face with his own eyes, he would have been afraid of recognizing the wrong person.

Fu Jiuqing took the business card and glanced at it casually.

She didn't talk nonsense and said bluntly: "I want to go in and taste the dishes inside."

With the title of Mrs. Qin, I can go in and taste the skills of the imperial chef. How can I let the opportunity slip away like this?

Fu Jiuqing thought that he had reached a deal with Qin Baichen.

It doesn't seem too much for her to use the Qin family's privileges.

Qi Zhiwei's face was filled with a bright smile and his attitude was very attentive: "It is an honor for Jiuyan Restaurant to be honored by Mrs. Qin.

It's just that there are a lot of customers inside right now. Please give me some time and I'll clear the place. "

He was so cautious that he treated Fu Jiuqing as a top VIP guest.

You must know that the people who can clear the Jiuyan Restaurant can be counted in this imperial capital with just one slap.

"That's not necessary. It makes me seem authoritative and overbearing."

Fu Jiuqing glanced at Qi Zhiwei, with a faint smile on his lips: "Just find a spot."

Qi Zhiwei felt even more pressured by her casualness.

"Yes Yes Yes--"

Qi Zhiwei nodded in agreement and smiled apologetically: "I'll make arrangements right away."

Thinking of the few elegant apartments he had not yet booked today, he raised his hand and pressed the Bluetooth headset.

"Get the Dragon Phoenix Pavilion ready immediately. The distinguished guest will arrive in two minutes."

After Qi Zhiwei finished his instructions, he made an invitation gesture to Fu Jiuqing.

"Mrs. Qin, please come with me."

Under the leadership of the other party, Fu Jiuqing saw the inside of Jiuyan Restaurant.

The decoration is full of elegance and leisurely charm of artistic retro.

The group walked for nearly a minute and arrived at Longfengxuan Yaju.

The elegant room is not too big, and is fully furnished with antique furniture. There is also a beauty wearing a cheongsam waiting for her.

As soon as Fu Jiuqing sat down, the beauty in cheongsam handed the ordering tablet in front of her with both hands.

"Hello distinguished guest, this is today's menu from the kitchen."

While Fu Jiuqing was browsing the illustrated menu, the pleasing beauties around him explained the history and culture of Jiuyan Restaurant.

The other party also introduced the recipe and allusions of each dish today thoughtfully.

Warm and friendly service makes people feel like spring breeze.

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At the same time, the Qin Group was located in the center of the imperial capital.

Qin Baichen was sitting in the spacious conference room, turning the exquisitely crafted precious signature pen with his long and beautiful fingers.

He glanced at the directors around him like quails with a cold, needle-like gaze.

"Are you disappointed to see that I am still alive?"

His gentle and gentle voice was filled with a hint of playfulness and had a majesty that should not be underestimated.

Everyone in the conference room didn't dare to breathe.

They lowered their heads, trembling with fear, beads of sweat dripping down their foreheads.

Qin Baichen's cool and thin lips curved into a sarcastic arc, and his tone was as casual as ever.

“From last night to now, the Qin Group has lost a total of 36.7 billion.

This money will be paid out of your annual dividends. You should be okay with that, right? "

Dozens of people were silent, and only the sound of breathing could be heard.

In the fringe area, a few people were obviously starting to feel restless.

"I have an opinion!"

An unwilling voice suddenly sounded in the room.

Everyone looked up and saw Qin Haihui, who had a broken wrist and was fixed in a plaster cast.

Qin Baichen's lips curved slightly: "The opinion is rejected."

The casual tone came out of the thin lips, as casually as if chatting with a friend.

"Why?!"

Qin Haihui stood up aggressively with a sullen face.

Qin Baichen's body relaxed and leaned on the seat, and his whole body released an overwhelming sense of oppression.

His dark eyes flashed with a cold luster, and he glanced at Qin Haihui with deep meaning, his expression half-smiling but not smiling.

"I have the final say in the Qin Group, and I have the right to remove anyone present from their position."

As soon as these words came out, there was a gasp of air in the conference room.

Everyone in the hastily held board meeting today knew the reason.

Their little trick last night was discovered.

The directors lowered their heads with guilty conscience, wishing they could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

They cursed Qin Haihui in their hearts for looking for trouble, and at the same time hoped not to be angered by Qin Baichen.

Qin Baichen raised his thin lips in a mocking arc and said slowly: "I'm calling everyone here today, not to solicit your opinions, but to inform you!"

His tone was gentle, and his deep, cold voice contained undeniable meaning.

When the directors heard this, their expressions changed suddenly, and they gritted their teeth. They dared to be angry but dared not speak.

Qin Haihui, who was still about to say something, sensed the extremely dangerous signal emanating from Qin Baichen and wisely shut his mouth.

Seeing how understanding everyone was, Qin Baichen looked sideways at Yan Jiu and raised his chin slightly.

After receiving the instructions, Yan Jiu distributed the documents in his arms to each director in order.

Everyone present, except Qin Haihui, had a document with different contents.

After seeing clearly what was recorded above, everyone's faces turned pale.

All the little things they did secretly last night were recorded in detail.

It also includes those shady things that have been done in the past.

Some people have poor mental endurance, their eyes turn white, and they faint.

The body fell to the ground, making a dull sound.

The sound alarmed the others, who timidly took out the square towel from their coat pocket and wiped the sweat on their foreheads.

Yan Jiu looked at these people coldly, with a look of awe and fear, with cold eyes hiding contempt.

These old guys may have forgotten Master Qin's ruthless methods back then.

Only in the past few years have they dared to do tricks behind the scenes.

Seeing that the directors were on the verge of collapse, Yan Jiu made a gesture to Bai Ling who was guarding the door.

Bai Ling led others and placed the commitment letter to give up the right to dividends in front of everyone in order.

Yan Jiu's voice was hoarse and rough, and he said in a fierce tone: "Everyone has no objections. Please hurry up and sign."

There is a scar on his eyebrow, which makes him look murderous, and his eyes are evil.

The directors here are not afraid of him.

They secretly glanced at the Crown Prince, who was sitting in the main seat, looking very handsome and humble in speech and demeanor.

This gentleman sits elegantly, and his luxurious demeanor is eye-catching, appearing gentle and harmless.

However, when he raised his eyes.

Those cold, cold eyes made people dare not look at them.