Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 11

The dinner at Mayor Xu's house was held in the lobby, and there were three tables full of people.

Zhang Sitian's father——Zhang Zhong, as a well-known retired cook in the local area, was specially invited to prepare this banquet.

Due to lack of manpower, he called his daughter and Yu Zhile to help.

At this moment, there are people in the kitchen, frying and frying, and the heat is smoky.

Yu Zhile squatted on the ground, raised his sleeves, and focused on choosing dishes.

Zhang Sitian was peeling lotus roots. She never forgot the man she saw in the store in the afternoon and met again in the evening. Remembering everything he told her, she said to Yu Zhile:
"That handsome guy just now, let me show you something."

"Not interested." Yu Zhile replied.

Nervous, what good things can people see.

"He said that the cakes you sent yesterday were all broken." Zhang Sitian turned on the faucet and rinsed the snow-white lotus root segments that had just removed a layer of shell under the rushing water: "So I'm a little angry."

"..." Still biting her back, cowardly.Yu Zhile didn't reply.

"But he praised me that the cooking was delicious, so he ate all of it." Zhang Sitian's tone sounded very light.

"..."

Zhang Sitian was too knowledgeable, so he handed the lotus root to the aunt who was in charge of cutting vegetables in front of the cutting board, and said: "It is said that Jing Yanhua's only grandson, rich people are so good-looking?"

"What's the matter," the aunt murmured, "a bunch of blood-sucking bugs, there must be nothing good."

"I'm afraid it's because of the demolition again." Father Zhang took a plate of freshly cut straw mushrooms from her, and said leisurely, "I really thought Xu Zhen treated them as treasures—he just wanted to serve this group of rich people to eat." After a meal, hurry up and leave, don't come again."

"Demolition?" Zhang Sitian's eyes widened: "Isn't it many years since I haven't come here?"

She was still young at that time, and the scene of lobbyists breaking through the door of every house is still fresh in my memory.

"Now Jing Yuan wants to take it. As long as Chen Fang is here for a day, they and the businessmen will be eyeing it."

Father Zhang sighed, put a bowl of shredded pork in his hand into the pot, and fried it in boiling oil, making a lot of noise.

Zhang Sitian ran back to Yu Zhile, chose dishes with her, and asked after a while: "Zhile, I remember your house, your grandma gave it to you, right?"

"Yeah." Yu Zhile responded softly.

Six years ago, one of the old lady's wills was to transfer the ownership of this small two-story building that she lived in since childhood to her.

She held her hand on the hospital bed, and softly entrusted: You, you are not slick, and you don't know how to play tricks, but I know that you can walk steadily and hold on.

Zhang Sitian sighed quietly: "If it is really demolished, will my cake shop also be demolished?"

"How can it be so easy to disassemble." Yu Zhile put down the last vegetable, picked up the draining basket, and walked towards the sink.

In the main hall, Jing Sheng and his party had already taken their seats.

At the table where they were, a circle of hors d'oeuvres had just been set, and then mayor Xu brought out the fine wine that had been stored in the back room for decades, and poured them eagerly.

"Mr. Jing, try it."

Jing Sheng rested his forehead with one hand, took the small porcelain cup he handed over with the other, took a sip absently, and nodded: "Not bad."

Hearing this, Mayor Xu also sat down, and said with a smile: "Just as long as you like it, I will ask the family to prepare a few bottles of wine later, and some local products for Mr. Jing to bring back and try something new."

"Okay." Jing Sheng replied casually.

After speaking, he turned his head and whispered to Assistant Song on the left: "Did you see it?"

"what?"

"Cough." He cleared his throat meaningfully.

"Oh—" Song Zhu suddenly realized that he was referring to Yu Zhile who happened to meet at the door just now.

Jing Sheng curled his lips into a smile: "Are I destined to be with her?"

"...Yes! Yes!" Song Zhu nodded helplessly, while squinting at his ancestor——

At this moment, he is like a middle school boy who ran into a goddess on the way between classes, and those elated happiness can't be overshadowed at all.

Seeing that the two had been whispering to each other, Xu Zhen leaned over: "What's Mr. Jing's plan for coming to the town this time?"

Jing Sheng held back his serious smile, propped his cheeks and replied, "Mayor Xu,"

He lazily scanned around, and people slowly came to the next two tables: "Tonight's banquet, the seniors with some prestige in the town, have you all been invited?"

"Of course they were called."

"Then my plan, let's talk about it after dinner." Jing Sheng pursed his lips, he was afraid that if he said in advance, these old men would have a hard time eating.

"it is good."

In the kitchen, everyone has a clear division of labor and is orderly, so the dishes are delivered quickly.

After a while, the wine table was full of cups and cups, drinking happily.

Several times, Jing Sheng watched Yu Zhile come over with a plate, and then watched her go out.

She didn't look sideways, and didn't even give him a corner of her peripheral vision.

In fact, he didn't really want to see her, but he just couldn't help it, oh my god, this woman is obviously not wearing makeup, and she is wearing a fucking gray apron, why is there a kind of "gravity" on her body? Force majeure stronger than gravity.

"I knew I would have left the dish." Holding the chopsticks, Jing Sheng muttered regretfully, maybe he could touch her arm inadvertently.

"What did Boss Jing say?" Xu Zhen, who was drunk, asked with a red face.

Song Zhu hurriedly wiped his buttocks, and explained: "It's nothing, Mr. Jing, we like to talk nonsense when we drink!"

He howled in his heart: With your identity, who would dare to let you sit at the table? ?

We are full of wine and food, and everyone is still talking and laughing.

In order to keep calm and sober, Jing Sheng didn't drink much alcohol today.

At the end of the banquet, Assistant Song even brought him a cup of tea, which he sipped one after another.

The color in the courtyard was getting darker, Xu Zhen stood up, clapped his hands together, and presided over the situation: "Let's stop chatting, today several executives from Jingyuan Group came to our town for inspection, and came to my old Xu's house. Shenghui. The prospect of eating always told me that after eating, I want to chat with the big guys. I think it's getting late, and Mr. Jing and the others have to go back to the city, so let's hurry up and talk."

As soon as the mayor spoke, everyone fell silent.

"Is everyone here?" Jing Sheng leaned on the chair and asked.

Xu Zhen replied, "Here we are."

"The kitchen staff are also called," he ordered, "I listened together."

Mayor Xu's wife left the table and invited Chef Zhang and others to the lobby.

Jing Sheng glanced at Yu Zhile, and she led the girl from the cake shop in the afternoon to find a vacant seat, but the girl had crooked eyes and a strange look on her face.

She was the only one with the corners of her mouth sullen, her old lady just didn't smile.

But why does he like her like this?

Good-looking, different, and cute.

Looking away, Jing Sheng took another sip of tea and stood up.

Before eating, Song Zhu took off the mink fur coat for him, revealing the three-piece smoky gray suit underneath.He stood propped up on the table, looking extremely dignified.

Jing Sheng raised his hand and patted Mayor Xu on the shoulder, and started: "First of all, thank Mayor Xu for your warm hospitality today, and thank you everyone for coming here and having this meal with me."

"The purpose of Jingyuan's coming here today is nothing else, and you should have guessed it by now." He raised his eyebrows: "The demolition is just for the demolition."

As soon as this remark came out, there were whispers in all directions.

But this boiling lasted only a few tens of seconds, and then gradually subsided.

The fluorescent lights above their heads were switched off, and everyone's faces became pale and solemn.

A meal, a group of elders, seemingly benevolent, but in fact they know it well.

"Then you can go back!"

An old man with a short hair at the next table opened his mouth first, sternly speaking, "This matter is not for discussion!"

Jing Sheng slumped back to his chair, tilted his head to look over, said "Oh?" mischievously, and asked, "Were you talking just now?"

The old man blew his beard and stared, and said sonorously, "It's me!"

"Okay, okay...it's you." Jing Sheng casually nodded twice and looked around.

With the vicissitudes and aging faces in front of him, he opened his lips again: "Okay, everyone here, at this age, struggling for more than ten years, and still reluctant to leave Chen Fang, can I ask where is it? "

He lazily pulled out a smile: "Good environment? Good people? Or good food and drink?"

Someone wanted to speak, but Jing Sheng shook his hand at him from the air: "Shh, don't talk, wait until I finish."

He picked up the chopsticks on the table, squeezed them in his hands, and shook them casually: "I know, given you time, you can tell a hundred reasons to prove how good this place is, but, such a good place, your children are still willing stay here?"

"Are your descendants still willing to build and maintain this place? Even if the house here is already crumbling and dying, they just come back every year to blow a few fireworks to show that I love my family?"

He turned his head to Mayor Xu and smiled frankly: "Mayor Xu, you are 57 years old. Your eldest son has immigrated to Canada, and your daughter has stayed in the capital Beijing."

"Let them come back and settle down, are they willing?"

"Obviously, how could you want to? The ten-mile-long street in a big city, the bustling market is comparable here? What are you doing when you come back? You are desperate to grab tickets. You have to pack a lot of bags when you go home during the Spring Festival. The road is full of children. The crying of being knocked out by the muddy ground is annoying to death."

Ignoring the gradually stiff and blue faces of a group of old people, Jing Sheng frowned, pretending to be pitiful and innocent, and said: "A group of bad old men and silly old women, and a few young survivors who have no progress and can only stay here without a future. Can you only save your humble self-esteem by guarding the shabby alleys that you think are cultural heritage?"

"Relying on the so-called feelings and memories, self-righteously occupying this land, in reality?" Jing Sheng nodded the table, sneered: "Actually, you are just guarding your own cemetery, wait another ten years, 20 In [-], all the young and aspiring juniors were gone, is there anyone else to collect your corpses? Rather than letting you rot in the ground, it is better to let our bulldozers destroy them in advance.”

Having said this, the young leader raised his head again, and stared at the already furious audience arrogantly and without evasion: "Please, please, please, you empty-nester old people and useless youths, all moved to the city!" Go in, your shoulders can no longer support this place, a few years ago you were able to drive people away with hoes and rakes, now picking up a needle can kill you."

Jing Sheng licked the root of his teeth, still speaking arrogantly: "So, why fight with money. Let us, Jing Yuan, help your descendants to be filial to you. Houses in the city have elevators, so you don't have to hunch over to drag them around. Walking up and down the stairs with old cold legs, the air in the parks in the city is as fresh, with rivers and grass, where you can walk birds and hit trees, and there are your children and grandchildren in the city, surrounded by your knees, and you will be happy to see it. Take the banknotes that should belong to you and give up With your illusory dignity, wouldn’t it be nice to lie on the Simmons in an air-conditioned room and enjoy your old age? If you like, I can give you spiritual awards from door to door, can you—”

Someone had already slapped the table and stood up, eyes tearing open: "What are you talking about!"

"Get out! Get out of our town!" Others echoed, furious.

At the same time, several tall men in black suits at Jing Sheng's table also got up together.

Obviously, he knew from the very beginning that he would have such a speech and speech. These people were not accompanying executives at all, but the prince's personal bodyguards.

Once again, Jing Sheng got up from the chair leisurely, and looked over from the side: "Yes, what I said was a bastard, am I very angry and want to hit someone, what should I do, because it is all the truth, and the truth is not true." Nice to hear."

"I know that Yuanda received a lot of rejection from you before, so don't expect me to use the ineffective soft-hearted policy towards you like the previous real estate developers. I just show you the facts, don't You are deceiving yourself and others. What you are guarding now is just such a pitiful thing that is about to die. Only I can revive him, help you rebuild him, realize his value, and endow him with vitality. Do you understand? "

As soon as the words were finished, there was a bang, and he smashed the chopsticks hard on the dishes!

Everyone present was covered in goose skin and cold sweat.

In the lobby, even though most people were furious, they could only hear some rapid and elderly breathing.

Because of everything he said, no one could refute it at all.

Mayor Xu sat in his original position, motionless, his eyes were already red.

Be quiet for a while.

In the corner, a quiet female voice suddenly sounded: "It's not up to you to judge in a few words what kind of mood we treat this place."

Jing Sheng followed the sound and looked over, ah, it was her.

So what if it's her.

He is very high now, very high, no one should refute him.

Jing Sheng immediately pointed to it: "Shut up!"

"A woman who lives in the house less than ten times a year and rents a house outside, are you qualified to say this?"

He gritted his teeth, and his fierce attitude made Song Zhu beside him tremble in shock.

Yu Zhile lost his voice, neither arguing nor arguing.

Because what he said is indeed true, out-and-out fact.

Hmph, Jing Sheng snorted coldly, and sat back.

He drank the glass of water in front of him in one gulp, calmed down, and put down his attitude: "Here, I'm done."

Yu Zhile looked at him, silently looking at this different man.

At this moment, she understood that the lunatic in front of her was far more terrifying and powerful than what she had seen before.

It was also at this moment that she understood what her grandma said to her in the past, all businessmen actually hurt people.

(End of this chapter)