White Moonlight of the Tyrant

After the birthday banquet, the Ming family fell into a cloud of darkness.

Even though Ming Ruifeng spent a lot of money to silence the media, there were too many people who went to the scene that day, and the scandal of the Ming family spread throughout Lin City.

This not only caused a loss to Ming Ruifeng's face, but also caused a huge economic loss.

The stock of his company fell by 40% within three days. Several major shareholders in the company were extremely dissatisfied and started to make trouble.

A family that was beaming a few days ago is now gloomy.

Ming Ruifeng sat on the sofa, smoking one cigarette after another, making the living room smoky.

Ever since Mingxiu lost face at the birthday party, he locked himself in the room and threw things. Su Wenyi persuaded him several times but to no avail.

Su Wenyi should be in the worst mood.

She has been planning this "dove occupying the magpie's nest" plan since a long time ago.

In this world, money can make ghosts turn millstones.

Relying on the support of Ming Ruifeng, the "Emperor of Earth", she spent a lot of manpower and material resources, and tried her best to handle all the details, and she was almost foolproof.

She had made so many preparations, and success was within reach, but at the last link, she was severely exposed!

This slap in the face hurt her so much, Su Wenyi secretly hated the cold eyes, if a dog that really knows how to bite does not bark, Ming Ran's trick of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger is wonderful!

After such a long time, she was the one who underestimated Mingming, and Su Wenyi was so angry that her teeth itch.

Although she was mad with hatred in her heart, Su Wenyi still had a gentle and virtuous appearance.

She lightly smoked the cigarette butt from Ming Ruifeng's hand: "Ruifeng, stop smoking, it's bad for your health. Tell me if you have any troubles, I want to help you share some."

In just a few days, Ming Ruifeng haggarded a lot.

Because of the loss of the company's funds, he was very troubled.

Su Wenyi's care in a soft voice made Ming Ruifeng very comfortable, so he grabbed Su Wenyi's weak waist and hugged her into his arms.

After hearing this, Su Wenyi lowered her eyes slightly and said, "I have a way."

Ming Ruifeng picked up the cigarette just now, took a puff, and nodded: "Huh?"

Su Wenyi: "It depends on whether Ming Ran is willing or not."

Ming Ruifeng raised his eyebrows, motioning for Su Wenyi to continue.

Su Wenyi lifted the broken hair beside her ear, and said softly: "I remember that after Xia Junshan died, he left a legacy for Ming Ran. If we get that legacy, the company's problems can be solved."

Ming Ruifeng waved his hand and said, "I've thought about this too, but the inheritance has already been done justice, and no one can touch it except Ming Ran."

Su Wenyi frowned: "Then this will be troublesome, and Ming Ran has to be willing to hand it over... But now that Ming Ran has run away from home, we have to find him quickly..."

"Inheritance is one aspect... What worries me even more is that you, Ruifeng, have been wronged for abusing your son. Ming Ran must stand up and clarify!"

Mentioning this matter, Ming Ruifeng's expression turned pale immediately: "I really did something wrong in my previous life. I gave birth to such a disgusting thing like him, and now the whole Lincheng is watching my jokes!"

Su Wenyi explained: "Don't be too angry, Ming Ran is a sick person, let's treat him if he is sick. I am now contacting my friend in the nursing home and asking him to issue a certificate. After finding Ming Ran, I will take him to treatment immediately. In addition It can also help us clarify that Ming Ran is talking nonsense because of mental problems."

Ming Ruifeng narrowed his eyes: "What is the nature of your nursing home?"

Su Wenyi smiled: "It's a very ordinary nursing home with a very good environment. Many people with psychological and spiritual problems will be sent there, and they will stay there for a year or so, and they will be cured! Don't worry, Ming Ran is yours My son is also my son, how could I harm him?"

"Should I call now?"

Ming Ruifeng thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Then I will leave this matter to you."

Su Wenyi suddenly sighed: "Xiaoxiu didn't eat all day, and the birthday party was a big blow to him. It's all my fault. If I had known, I wouldn't have forced him to participate in any cooking competition, hey..."

Ming Ruifeng flicked the cigarette ash: "I don't blame you, I wanted to use Xia Junshan's fame to praise him. I have seen Xiaoxiu's hard work over the years, he only missed one chance... If it wasn't for the halfway The Huo family kid who was killed won't make such a big fuss, it's his mother's fate!"

Ming Ruifeng pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

Su Wenyi: "Then what exactly is the invitation letter?"

Ming Ruifeng: "Competitors who participate in the cooking competition will receive an electronic invitation letter sent by the Chefs Association. Each invitation letter has a registration address and a user name. You know, Mingxiu was not selected at all, it was my relationship, Only then did he sign up internally. Therefore, there is no invitation letter at all!"

Ming Ruifeng: "It was originally a useless thing, who knew it could cause such a big storm!"

Su Wenyi: "So, Ming Ran got the invitation letter?"

Ming Ruifeng lit another cigarette: "[-]% yes."

There was a dark light in Su Wenyi's eyes.

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The Ming family sent people to search for Ming Ran's whereabouts in Lincheng and the surrounding hotels, but to no avail.

What they don't know is that as early as the second day of the birthday party, Ming Ran embarked on the journey to the capital.

On the morning of leaving, Ming Ran went to the cemetery to bid farewell to Grandpa, and then went back to Grandpa's former residence.

Ming Ran hasn't been back to that place since his grandfather died.

This time, he opened the small door in the yard, and the familiar furnishings in the house made him feel sore.

Especially on the sofa in the living room, the scene of grandpa's death appeared before his eyes in an instant.

Holding back his tears, Ming Ran went to his usual room to pack a few clothes, took a few cookbooks and his usual notebooks, carried his suitcase, and headed to the train station by car.

The venue for the preliminary cooking competition is in Beijing, and there is still one month before the competition starts.

Ming Ran came to this strange place alone, he didn't know anyone, he didn't have a place to live, his pockets were cleaner than his face, if he wanted to survive until the day of the competition, he had to find a job quickly.

But finding a job is not easy for Ming Ran.

When he was in Lin City before, he wanted to work and earn money by himself, but because he was nervous in crowded places and had difficulty speaking, his employers often thought that he had some serious illness, and they were unwilling to trouble him.

This time, Ming Ran still ran into walls everywhere.

There are indeed many opportunities in big cities, but there are also many competitors.Who wouldn't want a smart employee?Even if you're not smart, you have to be normal, right?Those like Ming Ran who couldn't say a word for a long time were eliminated in the first round.

After going to many places, when Ming Ran spent his last few coins and was squatting on the street, his stomach growling, he was picked up by the manager of a Chinese restaurant.

Jinhui is a high-end restaurant.

Opened in the center of the capital city, there is a huge flow of people, and the back kitchen needs a lot of people. There are dozens of people just doing miscellaneous dishes.

It should be too busy today, the manager went directly to the trading street opposite the hotel to find someone to rescue him.

Glancing from a distance, the manager saw Ming Ran squatting on the curb at a glance.

Thanks to that good looks, the manager stopped in front of Ming Ran and asked, "Xiaogong, do you want to do it?"

"Ah?" Ming Ran raised his head stupidly, and saw a middle-aged man in uniform with an anxious face.

"Small kitchen worker, to do or not to do!"

"Do it...do it!"

The number of times she has been disliked these days, Ming Ran summed up an experience.

Speak as much as possible in two or two words, as concise as possible, so that it is not easy to see flaws.

Ming Ran dragged his suitcase and followed the manager all the way to the restaurant.

Although the name is a bit vulgar, the decoration of this restaurant is very elegant, and the guests who enter and exit are also very particular about their clothes, which should be either rich or expensive.

The manager said anxiously: "The salary will be based on the market price, so don't haggle with me! Usually Jinhui recruits people through interviews, but today I'm looking for you because I'm too busy. Otherwise, you wouldn't have such a good opportunity!"

The manager took out a white work suit with the Jinhui logo from the utility room, and threw it on Ming Ran: "Your usual job is to wash and pick vegetables and prepare them, and when necessary, you also help to buy and deliver them. When you get off work, clean up the kitchen!"

The manager suddenly turned around, faced Ming Ran, and said solemnly: "Remember, you are just a brick, you can move it wherever you need it, do you understand?"

"Clear...clear!" Ming Ran nodded vigorously.