Master of the city

The landlady sat with her back to the door and didn't find a car parked at the door. On the contrary, Zhang Fan noticed this strange phenomenon.

Why weird? People who drive luxury cars should not park their cars in front of such roadside shops. What are successful people? Successful people don't want the best, but the most expensive. No matter how good the taste of this roadside stall is, they usually ignore it.

The front door of the car opened, and a 20-year-old girl in a professional suit stepped down from the car and opened the rear door respectfully. Then an old man of medium build, looking about 70 years old, with gray hair, stepped out of the car.

The old man looked at Cai Ji's signboard and the shop that didn't look very clean, with a look of disgust on his face. But after he sniffed twice, the old man walked into the shop accompanied by the girl.

"Well Hello, welcome to... "

Xi Mei's position is to see someone come in. As a waiter in the shop, even if she can't bear the delicious food in the bowl, she has to get up to greet the guests. It's just that she can't spit out half of the wonton in her mouth, so the tone of her voice is somewhat strange.

"Ah, what would you like to eat? The menu is all on the wall. You can order whatever you like. Or if you have any other orders, you can tell me that as long as the store can meet your requirements, we will try our best to meet your requirements. "

All waiters have to learn to watch the dishes. In front of this person a look to know not rich or expensive, fine younger sister of course to hospitality.

The old man didn't speak, just sniffed twice, and then looked at the things on Zhang Fan's table.

"That's what it tastes like? Don't you sell wonton noodles in your shop? Why is wonton so small? "

The old man asked hesitantly.

"My husband, this is not the wonton in our shop. Brother Zhang borrowed the things from our shop and made it himself. It's wonton in the north of the inland."

Xi Mei answers the old man's question seriously.

"Oh, then give me a bowl. Wash the bowl clean

The old man didn't seem to want to talk more with Xi Mei. He went straight to a table near the inside. He looked at the table and the stool on the floor and frowned.

When you see the old man frowning, the girl who follows him immediately takes out a bag of wipes from her bag and wipes the desk. Then she takes away the old looking stool on the ground and kneels down on the ground with her hands on the ground.

There was a groan in the old man's nose. He walked slowly to the girl's side and sat on her back.

This scene really made Zhang Fan feel uncomfortable. He also knows a lot of rich people. Although the buttocks of those rich people are not very clean in private, they will at least maintain the most basic image in front of others. This is a good old man. He doesn't care what others think of him, does he? Just let a woman kneel on the ground to be a chair for him. How noble is his butt? Can't he sit on a stool? Even Zhang Fan's grandfather doesn't have such a big score, does he?

"Ah? This... "

Hearing the old man say that he wants to eat wonton, Xi Mei is in a bit of a dilemma. Zhang Fan is not a person in the shop. He ate wonton by himself. By the way, he invited the landlady and others to have a bowl. And the small sister can see that Zhang Fan is very accurate in quantity, although there are still some raw ones that haven't been cooked. But that's enough for Zhang Fan.

There are a lot of raw materials in the store. But I know very well in my heart that even if they have the same raw materials, they can't make such a delicious food made by Zhang Fan. Zhang Fan is a guest. They can't steal Zhang Fan's food for others, can they?

"Brother Zhang, Madame, look..."

If she is an ordinary person, she must have directly refused. But now the old man is obviously a rich man. Fine younger sister some handle not to know, can only ask of the vision cast to Zhang Fan and boss Niang.

"Let him eat whatever you sell."

There are so many rich people in my life. I'm the first one who doesn't pay attention. Want to eat wonton made by fan Ge with real Qi? Funny.

The landlady sitting opposite to Zhang Fan is full of words. The landlady didn't want to offend such a comer, but she weighed it a little. She still stood up and said to the old man, "sorry, sir. We're eating from our friends. It's not the food in the store. If you want to eat, there are our dishes on the wall. You can choose them. "

"No, I'll take the one you eat. You can make any price you like

The old man sniffed hard and looked at the landlady with disgust in his eyes.

"This..."

The landlady is really in a bit of a dilemma. Zhang Fan has made it clear that he doesn't want to give the old man something to eat, but the old man's attitude is so tough. The landlady didn't see the car where the old man just came. But he saw the girl who served as a seat for the old man. This is definitely not an ordinary person."Now that she has said that, if you don't kill the big head, you can't kill the white bowl. If you don't kill the white bowl, you can pay the bill first and then eat it."

Did not let the landlady embarrassed for too long, Zhang Fan directly took over the conversation. However, what I said after I took over was really a bit of a lion's mouth. One million for a bowl of wonton. Even if you are a successful person, I'm afraid you won't spend so much money.

"Young man, are you against me on purpose? Do you know who I am? "

The old man's tone was very gloomy. Zhang Fan's big mouth has obviously angered him.

"I mean to be against you? Don't tease me, OK? I know who you are, and I'm deliberately against you? Didn't you say it yourself? You can make a price for it. Why do you blame me when I've finished asking the price and you can't afford it? And you ask me if I know who you are? Let me ask you, do you know who I am? "

"If you ask for a price, you don't want the lion to open his mouth. How can I know who you are, a nobody like you? "

The old man was not polite at all. Obviously, I'm used to speaking the first half of the sentence.

"You don't know who I am. How dare you drag me like that? You're all seventy and eighty. I'll beat you up and run. What can you do to me? Besides, if you sell a bowl of wonton for 1 million yuan, it will be a bargain for you. Look at your appearance of deficiency of both qi and blood. It's hard to say if you can get through this year if no one gives you a good conditioning. And I'll tell you... "

Zhang Fan looked at the old man and touched his chin. In the same place on the old man's face, there is a broken acne. People of this age should not have this kind of pox.

"If your real estate is in crisis, find a way to solve it. Just staying up late worrying or something can't solve any problem. That will only make you die earlier. Eating my bowl of wonton may give you a few more months to live. There are so many wontons. I've told you the price. If you want to eat 100 million bowls, do you want to eat them? "

With that, Zhang Fan got up and went into the kitchen and poured the rest of the wonton into the pot. A more intense strange fragrance suddenly floated out of the pot.

The old man looked at the back of Zhang Fan cooking wonton, and a few abnormal colors flashed in his eyes.

He can see that Zhang Fan is not joking when he says he doesn't know him. Zhang Fan, no matter from his accent or from some habits, is a young man from the mainland. He has not got a hint of Hong Kong Island accent.

It's normal for an ordinary inland young man not to know him. But what is abnormal is that Zhang Fangang said that his real estate has problems, and that his Qi and blood are deficient.

The old man's name is Zhu Xiaochen. He is a real estate tycoon on Hong Kong Island. He recently developed a new property. But just opened, even the foundation did not lay well, one after another. This makes Zhu Xiaochen a big head. As a real estate tycoon, he has a lot of money. But this place on Hong Kong Island is worth every inch of land. If the construction of a real estate is delayed, it will cost a sum of money every day.

Zhu Xiaochen's recent economic situation is not very good. He originally had some business contacts with Shuiyue international of Taiwan Island, and the profits were also very rich. But after Shuiyue international changed its president, his business was shelved. This is also one of the reasons why Zhu Xiaochen is sad.

For these things, Zhu Xiaochen has not slept well for more than ten days in a row. The body also had some condition, always felt very tired. Go to the hospital to check, but can't find out what's wrong, the doctor said he was too tired. Later, an old Chinese medicine doctor said that it was due to deficiency of both qi and blood, as well as fatigue for a long time. But after taking some medicine, it didn't get any better.

Today, when I heard Zhang Fan open his mouth, I pointed out his deficiency of both qi and blood, and said that he had real estate problems. Zhu Xiaochen can't help but stop beating the drum.

"One million one bowl, I'll buy it!"

After a hundred thoughts, Zhu Xiaochen simply took out the checkbook from his arms, signed a check of 1 million yuan and patted it on the table.

The landlady and the younger sister are all silly.

In their opinion, Zhang Fan is really a lion. Although they have never eaten the delicious wonton, it's a bit too much to sell 100 million bowls.

"Well, if I had been so happy, there would have been no such nonsense. I'll give you this bowl. "

Zhang Fan carelessly took two bowls from the side to adjust the bottom material. At this time, the wonton in the pot has floated up. Zhang Fan fished the wonton out of the pot into two bowls and put one bowl on Zhu Xiaochen's table. In fact, that bowl was only 70% full, while the other one on Zhang Fan's own table was full. Of course, Zhang Fan didn't forget to take the check.

If at ordinary times, Zhu Xiaochen saw someone dare to do this to him, he would have turned his face. But Zhu fan didn't put a spoon in his mouth today.

"Little brother, can you tell me what you do?"