Who doesn’t want to make money after being reborn?

Not big people.

The tone is really not small!

It should be true that I was eighteen years old. I still had the set of cognitions in my political textbooks in my mind, and I still didn’t understand the power of the Western world.

is in the stage of blind arrogance.

After a long period of nonsense, Mr. Ding got the information and basic judgment he wanted.

In terms of technology...it's better not to show off.

He believed in Wu Yang's judgment that the little guy in front of him, who was only four days away from turning eighteen, could really write a perfect program by himself.

It is entirely possible to repeat Zhang Long's legendary story - one person props up a star company.

Huatema is an international enterprise.

However, he was in no hurry to extend an olive branch to the arrogant young man.

Not in a hurry.

Let’s give the kids some excitement first!

He just temporarily stopped his deliberate flattery and turned around to tell the captain to set the table and start the banquet as soon as possible.

however.

The first person to be slapped in the face was Mr. Ding himself.

The first dish was served, but Wu Yang, who had always been very eye-catching, was indifferent. He winked several times without standing up to introduce the dishes.

Damn it!

This kid has really changed his mind.

No one spoke for me anymore.

The problem is, if you don’t help me boast about the value of this dish, how can I show off the charm of wealth?

If I don't show off the charm of wealth, how can I recruit the talented young man in front of me?

To solve problems, we often need to find the root cause.

Mr. Ding believes that the key to the loss of two programming masters, Wu Yang and Tian Chun, is Luo Hui.

As long as he takes down Luo Hui, Wu Yang and Tian Chun will still be the most capable generals under his command.

Unfortunately, Wu Yang did not cooperate.

no way.

Mr. Ding could only lower his worth and take the initiative to show off his wealth in a cheap and exaggerated way: "Brother Luo, the first dish is the signature representative of our Hangzhou cuisine, called Steamed Flower Crab with Hibiscus."

"This flower crab didn't come easy."

"I specifically called an acquaintance at the dock to save half a catty of crabs. Just this one crab cost me 800 yuan, and I had to ask for a favor to buy it."

"Including the production fee, the cost of this dish is close to three thousand yuan."

Damn it.

I am a favor from the boss of a large Internet company, plus a cost of three thousand yuan.

Have you, little brat, ever eaten this kind of dish?

Never heard of it!

"Wow, that's amazing. The price of this dish is enough for my dad to earn half a year's salary."

Luo Hui was indeed like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world. He was too scared to move his chopsticks, but he stared at the golden crab paste and drooled.

"Eat, eat, eat!"

Mr. Ding nodded with satisfaction and enthusiastically helped him fill the crab paste.

Unexpectedly, Luo Hui's uneasy routine came out.

Instead of tasting the crab paste with the spoon prepared on the plate, he picked up the rice cup and poured the crab paste directly into his stomach with a "grumpy" sound. He also pushed the rice cup forward with his lips: "Another bowl! "

Fuck!

Little bastard, you don’t really think of me as a waiter, do you?

Mr. Ding suspected that the little brat in front of him was deliberately playing tricks on him, but he couldn't find any evidence.

He could only squint his small eyes and maintain a Buddha-like smile, with the same enthusiasm as before: "It's great to be young. It's so satisfying to work like this. I'm even greedy for you."

While talking, he hurriedly helped him fill a bowl of crab paste.

Fortunately.

This time Luo Hui did not pick up the rice cup and drink it all in one gulp.

It's just that there's something wrong with his eyes.

While Mr. Ding was helping the other two people fill the meal, he followed Luo Hui's eyes and saw the second dish delivered by the captain himself.

Small sample!

Never seen the world!

Do you smell the fragrance?

"Little brother, have you smelled the scent of Bolong?"

"Bolongs are a bit more expensive, but they are easy to find. I have a friend who specializes in import and export trade. I can easily buy one-foot-long wave dragons like this."

"If you like to eat, you can stay in Hangzhou. I promise to let you eat every day."

The second dish was Bolong Seafood Maoxuewang.

You can smell the spicy smell spilling onto the deck from a long way away.

The taste is very strong.

Mr. Ding introduced it enthusiastically.

Luo Hui ate very hard: "Mr. Ding is domineering. He is willing to treat me to a lobster worth two thousand yuan. I am really touched. A kid who comes from a ravine has no knowledge. Don't laugh at me."

Like a country bumpkin who has never seen the world, he killed half of the wave dragon in a hurry.

A dish cost more than 2,000 yuan, and he ate a thousand yuan.

Mr. Ding's liver trembled after eating: At least you can leave me a mouth, I'm still hungry!

Before Mr. Ding could move his chopsticks, Luo Hui's eyes were pointed in the direction of the delivery - the third dish, braised pork with plums and abalone!

"Brother Luo, these two abalone are hard to find. I spent a lot of effort to get two from my friends just to entertain you."

"His! Sin, sin, sin, I owe Mr. Ding a huge debt!"

"It doesn't matter, it's just 10,000 yuan, just give it a try."

"Mr. Ding is so arrogant, so I won't be polite!"

Take it easy, I haven't moved my chopsticks yet!

What a tutor!

Wu Yang, you are a bad boy, and you actually steal food from me.

Slowly... Oh, it's good to have a piece of skin to eat.

It seems that we are going to starve today. The three strong young men are like reincarnations of starving ghosts. The last dish clears the plate.

Mr. Ding had mixed feelings in his heart.

When the fourth dish of spicy and sour lemon turbot was served, I couldn’t care less about showing off my wealth and hurriedly used my chopsticks to grab the dish.

"Mr. Ding, please introduce me. What is the origin of this dish? The fish is very strange, as if it is blind."

Are you calling me blind?

After eating like this, Mr. Ding also knew that his pretentious tricks had actually been seen through.

Damn it.

It’s like watching a monkey in a zoo!

I was so proud that I sang and danced everywhere, thinking that no one else could see through it!

Shame on my ancestors!

Although he was very troubled in his heart, Mr. Ding was still very well-educated. He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Brother, eat, eat. Don't talk when you eat or sleep. Let's talk after eating."

"I am full!"

Luo Hui suddenly put down his chopsticks: "Thanks to Mr. Ding for taking care of me, this is a boat trip, a night trip to the West Lake, and I also eat such expensive dishes."

"I'm a little embarrassed."

"So, I decided to give Mr. Ding an investment opportunity."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Brother Fengyun and Brother Umbrella. My WeChat platform has actually never thought about financing."

"Angel investors don't want it."

"Now that you have eaten this meal, you can invest one billion, accounting for 5% of the shares."

Fuck!

You poached my people again and tried to defraud me of my money.

Do you really think I'm stupid?

No more!

I'm so angry!

Mr. Ding's face suddenly turned cold. He gently put down his chopsticks and carefully examined the little doll in front of him through the lenses: "One billion, accounting for 5% of the shares. Little brother, your joke is a bit too big!"

"Mr. Ding, Luo Hui is not joking. The WeChat platform is worth this price. If you invest only one billion and hold 5% of the shares, you will make a lot of money."

Wu Yang heard that the tone was wrong and hurriedly put down his chopsticks to help mediate.

Tian Chun said nothing.

He was still minding his own business eating the food in front of him, regardless of whether the atmosphere at the table was getting tense.

The sky is falling, eat your fill first and then talk about it.

"Brother Fengyun, don't talk about technical matters. I'll explain it to Mr. Ding."

It’s a pity that there is no PPT!

Otherwise, I can make Mr. Ding "suffocate on his dream" now.

Luo Hui looked at Mr. Ding's scrutinizing eyes with a little regret: "WeChat is a kind of life."

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