Siheyuan: He Yuzhu is a man who dotes on his sister!

Wang Yaman took Yu Shui to a Shanghai restaurant for dinner, and they had Western food. Wang Yaman also taught Yu Shui how to eat Western food and use a knife and fork.

Yu Shui held the knife in one hand and the fork in the other, and learned how to use them under Wang Yaman's instruction. It was her first time eating Western food, so Yu Shui was still a little restrained. She took one bite, and Wang Yaman took three bites. In the end, Yu Shui simply stopped using them. She wanted to use chopsticks, but it seemed that no one in the restaurant could help her, so Yu Shui just used them.

Wang Yaman laughed secretly and said, "I'll help you cut it."

Yu Shui felt a little embarrassed listening to the laughter of people around him, so he had to push the plate to Wang Yaman.

Maybe someone laughed too loudly. Wang Yaman saw Yu Shui's expression and stood up and yelled, "What are you laughing at? You've only known how to eat Western food since you were born!"

A man in a suit stood up, shook his red wine glass and said with a smile: "Hey, I really have been able to eat Western food since I was born, what's wrong with that!"

Wang Yaman regretted bringing Yu Shui to eat Western food. Looking at the man walking towards her, he was so pretentious, which made Wang Yaman regret it even more.

The same goes for Yu Shui. Why did he come here to eat with Wang Yaman?

Living in misery.

At this point, the restaurant manager came out to mediate, but the laughter continued.

Wang Yaman simply stopped cutting the tea and said to the manager, "Please get me a pair of chopsticks." She then threw the tea on the ground.

"As a Chinese citizen, why would you use a knife and fork to eat?"

"It's just a piece of fried steak, can't you eat it with chopsticks?"

The manager had no choice but to give Wang Yaman and Yu Shui a pair of chopsticks, but despite this, the laughter seemed to get even louder.

The two bodyguards and a driver outside immediately rushed in and looked around ferociously, and the laughter stopped.

After using chopsticks, Wang Yaman felt that food tasted better with chopsticks. Yu Shui no longer had to suffer and finished the steak in two or three bites and the last spaghetti. Then they left the restaurant in a car and strolled around the streets of Shanghai.

Originally, He Yuzhu promised Yu Shui that he would take her to see the sea in the afternoon, but in the end it was Wang Yaman who brought Yu Shui to the beach.

After seeing the sea, Wang Yaman certainly couldn't let Yu Shui go, so she naturally took Yu Shui to see a play and an opera in the theater.

And in the near future, Wang Yaman will also be the protagonist in an opera.

Maybe there are not many young people in theaters in the 21st century, but now is the 1960s and there are quite a few young people in theaters.

Wang Yaman sat in her seat in the rain and watched carefully.

However, the two men and their bodyguards were unaware that Liu Guanghui had sneaked into the theater with five assassins. Although there were many people in the theater, Liu Guanghui still found traces of rain.

"He Yuzhu, what would you do if you saw your sister's body? I'm so curious!"

In Mr. Han's mansion, He Yuzhu, Mr. Han and Mr. Wang officially cooperated with Mr. Zhao. In order to express their willingness to cooperate, each of them took out 5% of the shares and gave them to Mr. Zhao. That is to say, each of the four people had 15% of the shares, and the four people added up to 60% of the shares. The remaining 40% belonged to the state, or it could be said to be tax!

After signing the contract, Mr. Zhao immediately promised to secure the overseas market.

"Mr. Zhao, domestic is domestic, foreign is foreign, the pricing cannot be the same."

Mr. Zhao asked, "Director He, what is your price?"

He Yuzhu still adhered to the principle of cheating foreigners instead of domestic ones, and held up two fingers: "Two dollars."

Mr. Wang: Wow, two dollars, is anyone else interested?

Mr. Zhao also frowned: "Director He, two US dollars, aren't you going to ruin your business?" A hundred million US dollars is okay, but two US dollars is really a bit expensive!

He Yuzhu said, "Don't people abroad like to eat sweets? Don't Americans like to eat ketchup even more? I can improve the seasoning to suit their taste. Wouldn't it be easy to do this for two dollars?"

Mr. Wang, Mr. Han, and Mr. Zhao were the ones who provided the money, and He Yuzhu only provided the technology, so their doubts were completely understandable. When He Yuzhu came to the kitchen and got the seasonings, he thought about how to mix the tomatoes and adjusted a few hairs.

The three people were also checking in the kitchen. If He Yuzhu could really develop a seasoning that had the flavor of ketchup, two dollars might be a bargain, and it would at least be three dollars.

An hour passed, then two hours passed. The four of them smoked three packs of cigarettes in two hours. He Yuzhu's mouth was full of the smell of cigarettes, and he felt like his whole body was soaked in smoke.

After trying several methods, He Yuzhu finally developed a seasoning with tomato flavor. In order to make it taste better, He Yuzhu fried a dozen chicken legs, chicken wings, and whole chickens at Han Ye's house for tasting.

Ketchup, all behind.

He Yuzhu sprinkled tomato-flavored seasoning on the chicken legs, and the four people tasted them one after another.

Mr. Wang, who often travels abroad on business, must be very familiar with KFC. He raised his thumb and praised, "Great, great, Director He."

In order to better demonstrate the benefits of the seasoning, He Yuzhu made a new dish: chicken breast, marinated with seasoning for ten minutes, sprinkled with breadcrumbs, and fried. It did not need any seasoning at all and was so delicious that you could not stop eating it.

Mr. Zhao laughed and said, "Two dollars, three dollars won't work!"

"It's three US dollars abroad, but I guess it won't work in China. No one would like it even if it's given away for free." He Yuzhu shook his head helplessly.

How many people can afford to eat Western food? How many families can afford to eat fried chicken and pasta every day?

After an afternoon of experimentation, He Yuzhu wrote down the tomato-flavored seasoning in detail. Mr. Han, Mr. Wang, and Mr. Zhao looked at these few dozen words with their eyes shining. It was like boxes of goldfish.

It was past seven in the evening and it was already pitch dark outside. At Mr. Han's house, He Yuzhu, Mr. Wang, and Mr. Zhao were so happy and excited that they started drinking.

Wang Yaman and Yu Shui, escorted by bodyguards, were preparing to drive back to the mansion. The journey was smooth, but when they were about to reach the mansion, they saw two cars blocking their way.

"I. Fuck. Your. Mom!"

He Yuzhu stood up suddenly, and the wine glass fell to the ground and broke.

Mr. Han, Mr. Wang, and Mr. Zhao all had the same expression on their faces: "What's wrong?"

He Yuzhu took the car keys, ran out of the living room quickly, got in the car and drove straight to the mansion.

Wang Yaman and Yu Shui were so scared that they hugged each other with fear in their eyes. The driver and two bodyguards had just experienced a gunfight. Although the two bodyguards were also holding pistols, they killed one person and injured another. The two bodyguards had fallen in a pool of blood with pistols in their hands.

The driver's stomach was pierced.

Liu Guanghui walked to the car window with a pistol in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the rain inside and Wang Yaman. He was already very angry at the moment. Even though killing Wang Yaman would bring him endless anger from President Wang, the already crazy Liu Guanghui didn't care at all.

"He Yushui, if you want to blame someone, blame your brother, He Yuzhu!"

Liu Guanghui raised his pistol and fired at the car.