Fang Ming scrolled through the online comments that were clearly being manipulated, and couldn't help but scoff: "My lord, it feels like this is deliberately targeting you."

"Don't worry about feelings, just be confident." Nangong Jue smiled. "However, this is too simplistic." Did he think this would defeat him? Little did he know, the main businesses of his Zunjue Group were never manufacturing, but venture capital, stocks, and futures.

Even if the Earl Hotel were to close, it wouldn't matter to him.

But how many people know that he owns the Earl Hotel?

Although he hasn't deliberately concealed his identity recently, he hasn't made it public either, so probably only a few people know about it.

Those two waitresses were his employees, but now, after failing to frame Le Yao, they've switched to framing the hotel. Their motive...

Yang Jinxuan, you've really disappointed me. Such methods are truly...

However, since you've made your move, don't blame me for retaliating. I hope you can handle it.

Le Yao stopped paying attention to the hotel matter. She was sure Nangong Jue would handle it. She had been constantly on the phone these past few days because the ratings for the second episode of "Food is Heaven" had soared, surpassing the first episode. As a result, the production team started preparing to film the third episode, and they invited her to be a regular guest.

Then other talent agencies, film and television companies, and so on, kept calling her, hoping that she could sign a contract and debut.

Le Yao rejected them all outright.

Some people were still persistent and even came to persuade her in person. After all, she has already caught up with the top celebrities. With just a little packaging, she would definitely be a super money tree.

As a result, Le Yao not only refused everyone's invitations, but also turned all those who came to her into customers of their food stall.

Qiaoqiao was particularly impressed: "Honey, you're a marketing genius! You're a film and television talent in the sales world whose talent was buried by your culinary skills."

"What nonsense?" Le Yao chuckled. "The key is that our food is delicious, and the ingredients are all top-notch. They all know their stuff." As she spoke, she sealed the two large bags of pastries for Jiang Lin. "Let's go quickly. The two-hour flight won't affect the taste."

Qiao Qiao picked up the bag and left. She had to go back to the capital because her father, Comrade Qiao Feng, said he had developed athlete's foot and couldn't manage the company. So, he made her go back by crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide.

As a dutiful daughter, she couldn't refuse.

As the weather gets hotter, Le Yao is particularly reluctant to go out. Her favorite thing to do is to stay in the air-conditioned room like a lazy bum, of course, a lazy bum doing test papers. Even if she gets into the top ten in her class, she can't escape the torture of the lovely principal and his wife's test papers. Fortunately, she and her friends have gotten used to it. They even say that on their days off, they feel a little uncomfortable if they don't do two test papers a day.

A typical masochistic personality.

That day, she had just returned to Longting from the gourmet restaurant, taken a shower, and was about to start working on her exam papers when her phone rang. Seeing that it was the restaurant calling, she quickly answered it.

"Le Yao, Mr. Nangong from the capital is looking for you." Qiao Hua's voice came through. "We told him you weren't here, but he wouldn't leave. He brought several people and blocked the shop like a gang, making the customers afraid to come in."

"Mr. Nangong from the capital?" Le Yao frowned. "Which Mr. Nangong?"