Salted Fish Doesn't Want to Inherit Hundred of Billion Property

This is what acquaintances mean.

Qing Qin leaned over and asked in a low voice, "What did you call him just now?"

"I think he seems to be the chef when I came to eat last time." Wenli replied in a low voice.

"The one that cooks especially delicious?" Seeing that the security guards in front of him were getting a little nervous, Qingqin sped up his speech.

"It's very delicious."

Qingqin was instantly tempted.

At this moment, the situation of about 100 people at the door also attracted the attention of the security personnel. The security guards on patrol saw this guy who often came to their house to solicit customers, and immediately went to drive him away: "Go, go, what are you doing?" Come to our door again?"

"Your family still drives this road? Fan Chun is as shameless as ever." Han Yuquan rolled his eyes and wanted to lead him away.

He came to this store from time to time to solicit customers, and it didn't take a day or two to conflict with these security guards, which caused the security guard to deduct a lot of salary.

New sorrows and old resentments surged up, and the security guard was the first to raise the electric baton and was about to smash it down.

In the next second, he saw the weak and handsome little boss standing beside him, and he caught the move conveniently, and threw him over the shoulder with his backhand.

"Mr. Qing?" Wen Li's voice trembled slightly. Before that, he only knew that Mr. Xiao Qing was ruthless in the mall, and he thought he was a war scum like himself.

Unexpectedly, the other party was excellent in both style and style, and the force value was also frighteningly high.

If this offends the other party at the negotiating table...

hiss!The picture is unimaginable.

Qingqin didn't know that he had left a psychological shadow on his future partner that lasted for several years. He picked up the person like a chicken, and checked him to make sure that he didn't shoot too hard, and everything was controlled within the scope of flesh and blood injuries: "Don't worry, I won't die."

The security guard who was in pain: ...

Listen, is this human?

Qingqin also realized from his stunned expression that his words were not pleasing to the ear: "It's all flesh and blood injuries, and I will discuss compensation with you later. But I still advise you, say something well, don't act impulsively, and don't be careful. Don't you deserve what you deserve if you fold your own hand back?"

Anbao's face turns blue and red, and his mind damage +1000

Fortunately, the ambulance came very quickly, and after a while, the security guard who was about to push over was transported into the car, and Qingqin took Wenli and Han Yuquan into the car and followed.

Deng Hongpan led the employees back to the townhouse first, while Meng Yao stayed behind to tangle with Boss Fan, to meet with Anbao's family members, and to discuss compensation.

This time Xiaoqing didn't spend money in a blind way, and it was rare to give an instruction: fight hard according to reason, and stop talking to the lion on the other side.

The security guard looked tall and powerful, but he howled like a pig butcher during the inspection, which made Han Yuquan look back at his gentle and handsome benefactor frequently, and his actions were too dark.

The family members on the other end of the video were even more aggressive. If it wasn't for the screen, they would have rushed to grab Hua Qingqin's face right now.

"My poor son! He is still so young, how could he be beaten!"

"Compensation, compensation must be paid, can rich people beat people unscrupulously?"

Fan Chun also acted like a peerless good boss, and refused to give an inch to Meng Tiao: "I will never look at my employees, who are injured at my work, and still won't receive any compensation!"

As he was talking, he was already planning to contact the media: "There is also that surnamed Han, you wait for me. I was kind enough to let you go because of the previous love, but I didn't expect that the white-eyed wolf is the white-eyed wolf. They are still doing this kind of thing in front of our hotel!"

Qingqin looked calm: "Boss Fan, please wait for the results."

What he said was just right, the doctor came out with the report, and his expression could not be seen clearly under the mask.

Anbao burst into tears, with snot and tears, and asked tremblingly, "Doctor, am I going to die?"

"It's mainly some flesh wounds." The doctor replied.

The little nurses following her burst into laughter.

The crying person on the other side of the video seemed to have been pressed the freeze frame button, his face turned red and blue, and he wanted to say something like "there is a problem with your hospital" and "we are all in the same group", and it was still under Fan Chun's glaring Shut up.

"Since there is no major problem, then just talk to my assistant about the follow-up compensation." Qingqin showed a business smile, "Also, if you find that you have insulted my reputation, a lawyer's letter will be sent to Han Jiacai soon .”

The person on the other end hung up the phone angrily.

After all this turmoil was over, Han Yuquan was finally able to say thank you to his benefactor. Standing up while propping up a chair, a look of pain appeared on his face as soon as he exerted force with his right hand.

With sharp eyes, Qingqin asked, "Do you have a wound on your right hand?"

"It's old." Han Yuquan held his right hand and smiled wryly.

"What's going on?" Wenli recalled the amazing dishes he ate back then, and couldn't help but worry, "This orthopedics department is not bad, why don't you go check it out."

"No, no, no, I've seen it over the years, it's completely unnecessary." Han Yuquan desperately refused.

"Don't be too harsh." The doctor couldn't understand these young people who gave up on themselves the most, and couldn't help but said, "You are not very old, and your future is just right. In theory, there is always enough chance to recover. , Western medicine can’t cure it, why don’t you go to Chinese medicine, I remember that there are a few old Chinese doctors in Kyoto who are very good at this.”

Han Yuquan's eye circles were slightly red: "When I first broke my hand, I went to several companies, and they all said there was nothing to do. Some said that maybe Zhu's ancestral Chinese medicine could save me, but Mr. Zhu hasn't been treated for a long time."

"Bless the family?" Qingqin said these two words again, "Show brother wishes?"

"Yes." Han Yuquan replied, casting puzzled looks with Wenli.

"Nothing, just asking out of curiosity." Qingqin just remembered that there was a surname Zhu in his group, so he asked casually, but he was not sure, so he simply changed the subject, "According to what he said before, what kind of grievances did you have before?" ?”

"In the first place," Han Yuquan gritted his teeth, "now the boss is named Fan, and he was originally my father's big apprentice."

Qingqin and Wenli looked at each other tacitly, realizing that this might involve some kind of classic family property struggle.

Facts have proved that life is sometimes more bloody and absurd than art.

This Boss Fan is not very good at learning, but he coaxed the master into submission as if he had smeared honey on his mouth.Let Han's father treat it as his own, and even suggested that Han's restaurant also has a part of him.

Han Yuquan also felt that although this senior was not talented, he treated him very well.

Especially in the early years, his mother died young, his father was busy with his career, and the Han family was a single heir from generation to generation.Han Yuquan was almost brought up by this senior brother, and he already regarded him as his elder brother in his heart.

However, when his father was seriously ill, this big brother who had always been a good man finally showed his ferocious fangs.

On the one hand, as a senior brother of a sect, he is good at dancing with long sleeves. He often rescues his disciples when the strict master is educating them, and he is also good at using some small favors. His reputation in the sect is far higher than that of the withdrawn Han Yuquan. , One thought can shake the foundation of the Han family.

On the other hand, under the impact of the market economy, Hanjia Cuisine, which is not well-known and not good at marketing, also ushered in a period of depression. This senior brother brought in foreign investment to promote the acquisition of Hanjia Cuisine, and he himself became one of the shareholders .

This incident drove the stubborn father Han into the ICU, and Han Yuquan, who was studying abroad, hurried back. On the way back, a car accident occurred and his right hand was seriously injured.

He dragged his unhealed body to Han's restaurant to ask for an explanation. Boss Fan still put on a hypocritical face, told him with snot and tears that the buyer had ulterior motives, and turned around and invited him into the back kitchen.

Han Yuquan was still recuperating, so he forcibly began to take on heavy responsibilities such as turning the spoon, which affected the recovery and left the root cause of the disease, but it was only for his own family.

He was still too young at that time, how could he know that some people had already made a deal with the devil.He set a trap and exposed Han's father's corruption and bribery in front of his old friends, and withholding ingredients, etc., and hypocritically said that he would let him go in front of his father, but he was not allowed to enter the chef industry again.

Having said that, Han Yuquan was sobbing, tears streaming down his face, and the flames of hatred were burning in his eyes.

"and after?"

"I'm working as a waiter in a small restaurant next door," Han Yuquan said dejectedly, "I couldn't take it anymore, so I went to their house to solicit customers. I can't shake their roots, and I can disgust them."

This is a pitiful person, and the text moved a heart of compassion: "What kind of funds did he bring in at that time?"

Han Yuquan was upset: "Mu's Venture Capital."

Wenli touched his nose in embarrassment: "President Qing, Mrs. Mu..."

"I remember that the Mu family is a giant, and there are many big moves in the investment field this year," Qing Qin seemed to be lost in thought. It seems that this restaurant is not so easy to knock down.

"Yes." The article was about to introduce a few more words, and saw the fighting spirit in their Xiao Qing's eyes.

The young president bent down and met the depressed chef's eyes: "Since they treated you like this, have you ever thought about taking revenge back?"

"What?" Han Yuquan's heart was beating like a drum, maybe this guy wanted to...

"How about this, you come to our company cafeteria to be a chef for a while, you can't move the spoon, you can instruct them to cook, then you will have a bunch of apprentices with superb cooking skills," Qingqin was emotional, like a pyramid scheme. The boss said, "I can contact domestic or even foreign doctors for you to treat your illness, and I can also pay for you to set up a private restaurant, and then you and your apprentices will force Han Jiacai downright, and let that bastard surnamed Fan do everything possible to get it." Everything has become worthless!"

Really, it's too second-guess to say this, Han Yuquan felt disgusted in his heart, but a cluster of hope quietly burned: "Really?"

Can this be fake?

Let's dig a cook first, there will be delicious food every day, it's almost a rush!

After that, open a high-end restaurant, choose the best ingredients, set the most affordable price, and then confront the big restaurant with the back of the mountain like a pebble. This is a classic battle of burning money.

"Of course." Qing Qin took out Assistant Meng's phone and handed it to him. "As long as you are willing to make this call, you can get an unlimited investment."

Han Yuquan took the business card, clenched his hands into fists, and fell into the battle between heaven and man.

Before waiting for his answer, Qingqin took Wenli and left, after all, he still had to go back to catch a hot meal.

And Wenli was in a complicated mood. He looked at Xiaoqing's tall and straight back in the front seat, and couldn't help feeling: If someone else made such an investment decision, he would feel that this person is too impulsive and naive.But if Xiaoqing always came to do it, this kind of terrifying courage would have a special charm.

Just as he invested in his own animation before, it is also like investing in a restaurant now.

Probably this is the demeanor of a genius enough to convince him.