Super Zoo

Su Ming is not being modest, it is indeed a small restaurant. According to Hong Feifei's design, only three floors of Tingfeng Pavilion are open for business, and the fourth floor is used as a bar. Even if it is full, the flow of customers is limited.

Even if Tingfeng Pavilion Restaurant does not need so much meat, he has several companies under his control, and there are dozens of employees in the zoo, so it can be used as a New Year's welfare.

Besides, there is also Ding Daniu's cyclamen.

This girl goes to the zoo to flirt with her chef whenever she has time, asking her to help digest thousands of kilograms of wild boar meat. How can she refuse?

Su Ming's truthful words fell into the ears of the shareholders, but it was humble. The second uncle slapped his thigh and said, "You kid, why didn't you say it earlier? With you opening a big restaurant, what do we have to worry about sales! No wonder they even fly planes!"

"It's really a small shop."

Su Ming said, and his mind turned.

Tingfeng Pavilion is not only a small shop, but also a small shop that has just started. It lacks everything, and the most important thing is the lack of ingredients.

Sun Town is backed by mountains and is rich in products. Town residents can go into the mountains to do some sideline business all year round. There are all kinds of mountain products, including rare products such as walnuts and winter bamboo shoots. If you are lucky, you can even find Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng. After collecting mountain products, the people in the town cross mountains and ridges to sell them in the county town. Not only can they not get a good price, but it is also troublesome.

"Everyone, in addition to pork, I also collect mountain products. In the future, I will arrange a car to come back and collect them every half a month." Su Ming said.

"Do you collect mountain rats?"

"Do you collect wild chestnuts?"

...

When the shareholders came, they were all depressed. After Su Ming's words, not only did the previous problems get completely solved, but there was also an additional good news. The atmosphere in the whole ancestral hall immediately changed, and it was as happy as a festival.

Only Tony was a little depressed. Is it over? He hasn't fulfilled his dream of becoming a knight yet.

Zhao Yun looked at Su Ming in the crowd and couldn't help shaking his head and smiling. He thought that this matter would never end here, but Su Ming was becoming more and more mature, and he knew to keep many things in his heart without making a sound.

Zhao Yun guessed correctly. The key to this matter was not the sales of wild boar meat.

Different heights and different perspectives on the problem. Su Ming had never worried about the future sales of wild boars from the beginning. His own restaurant, several restaurants in which Zhao Yun had shares, plus Cyclamen, tens of thousands of pounds of pork were not a problem at all.

The key was the so-called "strong person" behind the boss Qian. After a detailed chat with Mayor Wu, this person himself was not a big shot, but he happened to be in charge of the food sector. If this person is not dealt with, Sun Town will inevitably be constrained in doing things in the future, and it is unknown when he will be beaten.

In any case, the farm still has a large share of his family. If the restaurant can be prosperous in the future, Sun Town, and even Maoxi County, are very good sources of food ingredients, and are completely a natural logistics base. Su Ming does not want a fire in the rear.

After the meeting at the ancestral hall, it was already past seven in the evening. The second uncle invited me to his house for a meal.

This was not a meal, but a drinking contest. Mayor Wu was there, and he and the second uncle were very enthusiastic hosts. As for Su Ming, he was trying to get information from Old Wu and find out about the "Director Qian"...

After the meal, Su Ming was drunk and dizzy. Zhao Yun almost vomited. Even Yingying drank a few cups of the second uncle's homemade rice wine. She walked unsteadily, like a Kung Fu Panda.

I didn't expect Tony's alcohol tolerance to be amazing. This guy lived in Russia for a year when he was fifteen. He drank white wine like water with the Russians all day long. His alcohol tolerance was almost catching up with Su Meng. He actually made the second uncle and Old Wu both fall down.

"Tony...can you still do anything?" Su Ming asked with a burp.

"No Problem!" Tony's eyes were bright, "Boss, the more Russians drink, the more energetic they are! So am I!"

There was no need to ask Zhao Yun, he lay on the wall and vomited all over the floor, and was carried upstairs to sleep.

"Okay, let's go to the county town..."

...

Lao Qian is in his early 40s, in his prime, and in the rising period of his career, managing the Maoxi County Farmers' Market.

Such people are naturally more energetic.

No matter how small the place is, as long as there are such "rich" and "strong" and energetic men, there must be women who do business with such men. Maoxi County is no exception, and the crackdown on pornography and illegal publications is being carried out vigorously, with a zero-tolerance attitude.

But people who like to do this are like little mice with sensitive noses, who can always find holes...

Lao Qian drove the car and stopped at the door of the "Qianqian Yuzhi Hair Salon" at the end of the street, and walked in with familiarity.

There were several revealing ladies sitting on the sofa in the hair salon. When they saw Lao Qian coming, they giggled at him, "Why haven't you come for so long?"

If it was at any other time, Lao Qian would definitely make some jokes, but at this time, there were not only ladies in the hair salon, but also a drunken foreigner with a huge travel bag on his back, who was using unclear English and gestures to talk to a lady.

"Who is it?" Lao Qian asked a familiar lady.

"Hey, a foreigner who came to travel. He thought we were really barbers. He can't speak Chinese, so he couldn't explain it clearly after a long time." The lady leaned on Lao Qian and asked with a smile, "Come upstairs and sit down."

Seeing that the foreigner was struggling to gesture with the lady and couldn't even speak properly, Lao Qian finally felt relieved. Amid the obscene laughter, the two went upstairs.

As soon as Lao Qian left, the young foreigner suddenly said, as if he had learned Chinese, "I've had too much to drink, I'll sleep here... I'll pay you..."

Of course, such a good thing would not be rejected, not to mention that the foreigner was very generous and directly paid 600 yuan. If it weren't for the fact that he was a foreigner and they were afraid of causing disputes, the ladies would have been ready to rip him off.

The foreigner was supported and came to a small massage room on the second floor. As soon as the lady who sent him up left, the foreigner's eyes suddenly became clear. He opened the zipper of his backpack, and a drunken panda appeared in the travel bag that was almost the size of a person. Then he took out his phone and dialed the number, whispering, "Boss, I'm here!"

"According to the plan!" Su Ming's voice came from the other end of the phone.

...

The next morning, Lao Qian arrived more than two hours later than usual. When it was almost time for lunch, he lowered his head and hurried into the office.

After closing the door, Lao Qian sat down on the sofa, his waist was sore and painful, and there was a big black eye on his eye socket, like a panda.

Thinking of what happened last night, Lao Qian felt as if he had a dream, and was afraid and strange.

He was afraid that if what happened yesterday was exposed, he would be in big trouble; he was strange, did he have hallucinations last night? Why was there a panda? But if it was an illusion, where did the black eye on his face come from?