Back at the Palme d'Or, an Aston Martin was parked at the gate, exhaust pipes puffing out.
Lin Jiaojiao's Audi, as if invisible, parked quietly aside.
In Palme d'Or, luxury cars can be seen everywhere, and Aston Martin is not too eye-catching. This car has a weird color, and it looks like it has been remodeled.
"Boss, someone really made the car colorful black. This taste is amazing!" Su Yun looked at the car and couldn't help laughing.
"They are probably looking for Sister Lin." Zheng Ren said, "Yiren, I'll go down and have a few words with Sister Lin first."
"Hmm." Xie Yiren glanced at the car without any interest. He stopped the car and let Zheng Ren go first, and Su Yun got out of the car with him. Volvo quietly drove into the underground garage.
"Sister Lin." When Zheng Ren got out of the car, Lin Jiaojiao had already seen Xie Yiren's Volvo. She walked out of the Aston Martin and introduced with a smile: "Boss Zheng, this is Mr. Meng."
Standing next to Lin Jiaojiao was a man with gray hair who looked to be fifty years old.
He is about 1.6 meters tall, short and fat, almost as tall horizontally and vertically.
Su Yun couldn't help but feel happy, but no matter who this person was, it was always impolite to laugh in person, so he could only hold it in hard.
But recalling the white, long and straight thighs that day and the cube in front of him, Su Yun couldn't help but sigh, money is really omnipotent.
"Mr. Meng, hello." Zheng Ren stretched out his hand, pretending to be enthusiastic.
"Hello, Boss Zheng." Mr. Meng reached out his hand reservedly, shook Zheng Ren's hand, and then let go.
He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief.
"Mr. Meng?" Lin Jiaojiao's eyelids twitched.
In order to prevent anything from happening, Lin Jiaojiao warned her many times. But he was fine just now, and now this guy is causing trouble for himself.
"Oh." Mr. Meng realized that this seemed wrong, and then wiped the non-existent sweat with a handkerchief, and said: "Boss Zheng, I'm sorry to trouble you about that day."
After saying that, he put the handkerchief back.
Su Yun looked at it and shook his head. Lin Jiaojiao had to deal with these colorful upstarts every day. It must be very hard. However, given her business level and still in the primitive accumulation stage, this kind of hard work must be endured.
"Oh, it's okay, I just watched the movie." Zheng Renwen said with a smile.
"I just came back from abroad. I had no choice but to get entangled in a big business. Thanks to Xiaolin for helping me contact him." Mr. Meng said calmly.
This is a bit of a show-off, but next to the colorful black, I find it funny no matter how I look at it.
"Mr. Meng took the child to see him today. The diagnosis is the same as Boss Zheng's. They didn't talk about the milk, but I advised Mr. Meng to be obedient." Lin Jiaojiao smiled.
Su Yun curled his lips and was about to speak. Zheng Ren seemed to know what he wanted to do and said directly: "Oh, that's very hard. Sister Lin, if nothing happens, I'll go back first."
The short fat man frowned. His eyebrows were very light, as if he had no eyebrows at all. He could only see two fleshy worms squirming gently under his forehead.
"Boss Zheng, this is a small thank you, thank you for your diagnosis." The short fat man took out a black bag from the car. Looking at the logo, it was from LV.
The bag was very heavy and it was difficult for Humpty Dumpty to pick it up.
"Pfft~" Su Yun finally couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter.
"What do you mean?" The short fat man lost his composure and asked, glaring at Su Yun.
"Mr. Meng, Mr. Meng, I don't mean anything else. It's just such a big bag of cash. Is it heavy? Someone wanted to send cash last time. I thought it was too troublesome." Su Yun's words sounded gentle, but his expression But it made Mr. Meng want to jump up and slap him.
"What do you mean?" Mr. Meng still held back and asked coldly.
"Mr. Meng, let me tell you, if you want to show off with cash, it's best to have subordinates. You see, Zou Jiahua from Xiangjiang is doing very well. He is a housekeeper and a secretary who hires people to deliver cash. There are more than a dozen When the box is opened, it's quite impressive." Su Yun chuckled, not hiding his disdain, "You are so low-key."
Lin Jiaojiao's expression changed, a little ugly. I was afraid that something would happen, and I told Mr. Meng countless times beforehand, but he actually used money to throw money at Boss Zheng without telling me
If it had been half a year ago when I was giving away diced radish, I'm afraid this trick might have been useful. But now, it's really useless.
Lin Jiaojiao was speechless, forget it, as long as they don't start a fight, Boss Zheng can just apologize later.
"Who are you talking about?" Mr. Meng's expression suddenly changed.
"Zou Jiahua, do you know me?" Su Yun said with a smile: "To say that traditional culture is in Xiangjiang, it is indeed the case. Mr. Meng, if you have time to learn from others, you, a colorful black man, are not serious."
With that said, Zheng Ren patted Su Yun's shoulder, smiled at Lin Jiaojiao, and said, "Sister Lin, it's okay, we're going back."
Lin Jiaojiao nodded quickly, pretending not to see Mr. Meng's ugly expression, and said with a smile: "Yeah, I just came to say thank you. Boss Zheng doesn't have time, so we can talk about it another day."
"Mr. Zheng? Are you waiting for me?" Song Ying got off a commercial vehicle, followed by two people in white chef uniforms, carrying many of the ingredients Zheng Ren had just ordered.
"Oh, I have a friend who came to see me." Zheng Ren saw it was Song Ying and greeted him with a smile.
"Eh? Isn't this Xiao Meng?" Song Ying actually knew that person. He glanced at the Aston Martin painted in colorful black and smiled, "Xiao Meng, just ask Mr. Zheng for medical treatment."
"Song...Brother Song." The face of the short fat man named Meng changed and he approached with a flattering smile, "Who are you?"
"Boss Zheng wants some ingredients, why don't I send them over right away?" Song Ying said with a smile, "Are you sick after watching this?"
"I've finished reading, I've finished reading." He wanted to bend down, and tried very hard to bend down, but theoretically speaking, the cube could not be bent down.
Seeing that Zheng Ren and Su Yun were already going home, Song Ying knew what was going on and said, "Then go back quickly and I'll deliver things to Boss Zheng."
As he said this, he took two of his chef subordinates and followed Zheng Ren into the Palme d'Or.
"Manager Song, do you know Mr. Meng just now?"
"I met him a few years ago. He offended someone. Someone came to me to intercede and set up a table and a drink." Song Ying said with a smile: "A person like Xiao Meng is a rich man in the countryside. He spends his whole life He hasn’t seen much of the world either. I helped him a little last time and said he would come to thank me, but he still can’t be seen.”
Song Ying said lightly.
Zheng Ren smiled. This Manager Song seemed to be no simple person.
"Manager Song, don't run away yourself next time, just ask someone below to deliver it to you," Zheng Ren said.
"Go home and bring someone over by the way, so you don't have to go through another trip." Song Ying said with a smile.
Watching several people walk into the Golden Palm, Lin Jiaojiao's eyes gradually became complicated.
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I recommend a book, "The Era of Great Beauty" by the veteran author Zhongqiu Yueming. The cover is the most special one I’ve seen in many years, it’s a toothy one. I read more than ten chapters while driving. The writing is smooth and sophisticated. I have put it on my bookshelf.