"...Yes, I understand. I will go and tell the kitchen now."

The manager responded tremblingly. Anyone who could come to this restaurant and reserve a table was not to be underestimated. If possible, he certainly didn't want to offend anyone. After all, if he wanted to keep his restaurant open in the capital, he would definitely rely on these bosses.

But compared to Rong Zhan, they are all shit.

The manager, who is always tactful in his dealings with others, certainly has a clear sense of the importance of this matter.

Therefore, it would be quite unprofitable to offend Rong Zhan just for those few people.

After the manager left, Rong Zhan walked back to the elevator, looked at the number of words decreasing, and restrained his eyes: "Go check what projects these companies are discussing recently, intercept them all, and blacklist them at the bank's funding department, so as not to make a big fuss."

"yes."

Qin Yu understood instantly that Mr. Rong wanted to make an example of someone.

Let those who are still gossiping see what the consequences of saying sarcastic things about the Rong family will be.

After Rong Zhan left the restaurant, the manager asked ten waiters to carry ten plates of duck tongues to the private room.

The people inside were stunned as they watched the waiters file in. The middle-aged man who hosted the meal started to act like a boss as he saw the table was piled with plates brought up by the waiters.

"What are you doing? Do you understand the rules? We didn't order anything, what are you serving?"

"Duck tongue?" One of the middle-aged men took a closer look, recognized the contents, frowned, and instantly became annoyed: "Who told you to bring this up? Where's your manager? Ask your manager to come over."

The atmosphere in the private room instantly became heated up.

The manager also walked in slowly at this time and nodded slightly to the middle-aged men: "Boss Ma, I am the manager of this restaurant."

"You came at the right time. What's going on? Who told you to serve duck tongues? And you served so many plates of them. Look at what has happened to my table. How can I drink this wine?" The middle-aged man became more aggressive and started to point fingers at the manager.

"Mr. Ma, don't be angry. I'm just following your instructions. There's nothing I can do." The manager nodded apologetically, but his expression was unhurried.

"Orders? Whose orders?" Mr. Ma asked with his hands behind his back and a frown.

"Mr. Rong has instructed us to thank Mr. Ma and all the other bosses for their hard work. These ten plates of salt-baked duck dumplings are his treat for you all. He said that eating them will replenish your body, so please enjoy them and don't let his kindness go to waste."

"Mr. Rong? Which Mr. Rong?" When the middle-aged man heard this, his hair immediately stood up and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

When the others heard this, their nerves also tensed up.

"Of course it is... He is the same person as Mr. Rong that you are thinking of now, Mr. Ma." The manager said slowly with a professional smile.

In this imperial capital, the only person with the surname Rong who can give orders is Mr. Rong of the Rong Yun family.

"Please enjoy your meal. You may try the salt-baked pork dumplings. We will not disturb you while you are dining." The manager felt comfortable and relieved for some reason as he watched their facial expressions change dramatically.

Normally these people are regular customers of the restaurant, but they often rely on their wealth to insult or show disdain for their waiters.

Among them, Mr. Ma is the most disgusting. He is old but still lustful. He occasionally touches the waitresses here. The waitresses dare not offend this boss and can only swallow their anger and avoid him.

After he knew about this situation, he usually would not arrange female waiters to serve food in their private room, but male waiters instead.

Now that there was finally someone he could be afraid of, the manager felt relieved.

In the next few days, Rong Zhan's tactic of killing the chicken to scare the monkey played a very big role. Not only were the projects of those companies blatantly intercepted by Rong Yun, but they were also openly blacklisted by SPH Bank.

In addition, the news that Rong Zhan treated them to duck tongues that night spread out, and everyone knew that they were gossiping behind the scenes and were caught red-handed by Rong Zhan.

Look at what Rong Zhan is doing.

It also stopped the rest of the people from gossiping.

Those people were not stupid. They knew that Rong Zhan did this for them to see, so naturally they did not want to be targeted by Rong Zhan. The first bird to stick its head out gets shot. Who would want to offend this cruel man?

——

After helping Tao Hongmin to exorcise the evil spirit, the peach branch in the white magnolia vase seemed to become much more lively, and even the luck that was absorbed that day was restored a little.

Sure enough, the method of using a thousand years of good fortune to nourish one's energy and soul is the best and fastest way.

About three days after the news of the engagement between the Xi and Tao families came out, Su Yang received a "donation" from Tao Anwen, with the words "incense money from the purse" noted.

Su Yang smiled. The amount of money was not much, only about seven figures.

Su Yang thought about it for a while, and decided to transfer the first proceeds from the sale of the purse to the middleman Lin Qingle. After all, she was the one who discovered Tao Hongmin's abnormality, and she couldn't let her enthusiasm be dampened.

She felt that with Lin Qingle, she had saved herself a lot of trouble. This money gave her a taste of the sweetness so that she would not be scared away by these so-called evil spirits in the future.

When Lin Qingle received the bill, she was so shocked that she called directly to inquire. When she learned that Su Yang transferred all the money to her without keeping a single cent, she felt a little embarrassed.

After all, she didn't contribute much to the exorcism that day, and she didn't feel comfortable taking the money, so he returned 60% of it to her, saying that in future situations like this, she could just take the smaller share.

Mrs. Rong is not the only one who has no shortage of money. As the daughter of a TV station director and a pop queen, she also has no shortage of money.

It's just that making money in this way gives her a sense of accomplishment.

"What's this?" Rong Zhan asked while adjusting his tie after seeing the amount of payment on her phone.

"remuneration."

Su Yang raised her eyebrows, exited the interface, threw her phone into her bag, and replied in a rather suspenseful tone.

"The TV station's pay?"

Su Yang shook his head and turned to look at him. The purple luck around him became more and more obvious. Compared with the first time he met him more than three months ago, the change was particularly great.

Suddenly he felt that there would be no problem at all in restoring his luck before the heavenly tribulation came at the age of 30.

Maybe even more than enough.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that she was looking at him too intently, Rong Zhan's eyes softened and he asked softly.

"fine."

"What time will the recording of today's show end?"

"It will be finished around 4pm."

"When you finish recording, I'll pick you up and take you somewhere."

"Hmm?" Su Yang looked at him puzzledly: "Where are you going?"

Rong Zhan chuckled, keeping it a secret, and took her hand and walked out of the cloakroom: "You'll know when you get there in the afternoon. Come on, I'll take you to the TV station."

(End of this chapter)