"Nothing has even happened yet, why are you worrying so much?"
Zhang Zongde glanced at him sideways.
The village chief choked: ...
She twitched her lips again, "I'm just trying to be on the safe side. That Boss Wu doesn't seem like someone easy to get along with. He might really go after the Zhang family."
The village chief was really torn. "I actually hope he can teach the Zhang family a lesson. This family is just outrageous. It's time for someone to do something about them."
That way, he won't have to go through the trouble of dealing with them.
“But I’m worried that if he makes a move,” the village chief said, gesturing with his chin toward Boss Wu, “what will the other villagers think if we don’t say anything?”
In his true opinion, the village chief didn't want to care about the fate of Old Zhang's family.
But he was the village head, so of course he really didn't care about them.
"Are your eyes and ears working 24/7? Don't they ever get a break?"
Zhang Zongde said casually.
The village chief's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth immediately turned up. "Uncle De, I understand."
If Boss Wu really makes a move against the Zhang family, he should just pretend he doesn't know anything about it.
The village chief stopped worrying and suddenly noticed that Zhang Zongde had stopped.
He looked up and realized, oh, he had arrived at the third brother's yard.
Qibei was still acting as if it were the same dog that blocked Mr. Wu's doorstep, just like it had a couple of days ago.
"Xiao Fang, that collaboration..."
Mr. Wu was so anxious that he kept shouting at Fang Yan's back. He really wanted to rush up to Fang Yan and settle things with her.
But he also knew that if he took another step forward, the beast would bite him without hesitation.
It might not kill him on the spot, but it will definitely leave him with a bloody hole.
He cherishes his life so much, he would never joke about his own health.
"Mom, go help Chuchun prepare dinner."
Fang Yan looked at Zhu Xiuhua and whispered her instructions.
He turned around and walked towards the door.
Fearing she would suffer, Fang Jie quickly followed, carrying Xiao Yuzai.
"Mr. Wu, I don't intend to sell the recipe for the braising liquid. Please leave now and don't waste any more time here."
Fang Yan's attitude was decisive and clear.
Of course, when she says "wasting time," she means wasting her own time.
Mr. Wu clearly didn't understand what she meant. Suppressing his displeasure, he forced a smile and said, "I am indeed quite busy, but your braised food recipe is very worthwhile. I've spent time on it."
He felt that by saying that, he was giving Fang Yan face.
After all, who wouldn't like someone praising the formula they developed?
Fang Yan: ...
With a blank expression, he reiterated, "Mr. Wu, I've said it before, the braising spice recipe is not for sale!"
Oh, is he deaf?
"Then add another fifty!"
Mr. Wu gritted his teeth and raised the price.
Fang Yan: "Not for sale!"
It's already 1050, why aren't you selling?
This down-on-his-luck fellow's appetite is far too big.
With decades of experience navigating the ups and downs of the business world, Mr. Wu firmly believes that there are no deals that cannot be negotiated, only deals that fail to reach an agreement due to insufficient pricing.
In his mind, he had already decided that Fang Yan was a greedy woman.
As expected of someone who's fallen on hard times, when they finally have a chance to make a lot of money, they cling to that opportunity desperately and try to get as much as possible.
They don't think that if this cooperation goes through and they get on the good side of this big boss, won't there be other cooperation opportunities in the future?
Short-sighted!
Even though he loathed Fang Yan to the extreme, he had no choice but to continue to act like a subservient grandson and secretly grit his teeth as he raised the price, "1,200 yuan."
"Are you satisfied now?"
A single recipe can sell for 1,200 yuan, which is unique in this era, at least in the history of the two counties.
Mr. Wu thought that Fang Yan must have agreed now, right?
However...
"Not for sale."
Fang Yan's expressionless face did not waver in the slightest when Mr. Wu raised the price.
"Two thousand." Boss Wu was quite skeptical. Was there anyone in this world who didn't love money?
Perhaps there are truly people in this world who don't love money.
However, Fang Yan is not someone who doesn't love money.
She loves money, and she loves it very much.
However, even if they sold her braising sauce recipe, they still wouldn't be able to cook up such an authentic aroma.
So even if you offered her mountains of gold and silver, she wouldn't sell.
"Xiao Fang, being too greedy will diminish your good fortune. People shouldn't be too greedy. You have to think about whether you have the good fortune to handle so much wealth."
Mr. Wu was implying that she was an unlucky person.
"hehe!"
Fang Yan sneered, "Whether I am a blessed person or not is something you are not qualified to worry about for me."
In other words, who do you think you are? What right do you have to interfere in my affairs?
Mr. Wu was immediately embarrassed and angry after being rebuked by her. Just as he was about to speak, Fang Yan's voice came first, blocking his words firmly, "You've gone so far as to shamelessly beg and plead to buy the braising spice recipe. Aren't you just trying to make more money?"
Once I agree to sell you the recipe, wouldn't your first request be to stop supplying Mr. Zheng's braised food immediately?
That way you can monopolize the market in a single city.
Are you sure you have the luck to make enough money to fill an entire county all by yourself?
Fang Yan retaliated in kind, leaving Boss Wu speechless.
"If you were that lucky, you wouldn't have managed to run a perfectly good restaurant like that when market competition wasn't so fierce."
Fang Yan was on guard, thinking that Mr. Wu would retaliate in kind, so she didn't give him a chance to speak and stabbed him in the heart again.
This slash, truly a white blade, a red blade, struck a vital point.
Fortunately, Mr. Wu came from a well-off family and has maintained his health very well since childhood.
Otherwise, he would have vomited three liters of blood on the spot.
"Mr. Wu, my family's braising spice recipe is not for sale."
There's no need to continue now that things have come to this.
Fang Yan once again expressed her attitude very clearly, thinking that this was almost a dismissal order. Given Mr. Wu's arrogance, he would probably turn around and leave immediately.
However, reality still exceeded her expectations. Under the pale incandescent light, Boss Wu's face turned darker and darker. He then swallowed his burning anger with all his might and said, "Since you insist on not selling the formula, then supply me with the goods? Just like that little shop of Zheng's, I will send someone to pick up the goods myself."
"Oh, right, I also need to get some pork jerky."
The pork jerky his family's chef made himself couldn't sell after Section Chief Zheng brought Fang Yan's pork jerky to market.
The shopping mall has its own customer base, but Mr. Wu has his own customer base. He is not worried at all about not being able to sell the goods he has acquired.
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