Forget about the promotional slogans for Peking duck, even those other kinds of slogans would be considered legal brothels in ancient times, wouldn't they?
After walking half a street, the four of them entered a roast duck restaurant. It was then that Fang Zong learned what kind of business he was involved in within the team.
I originally thought it was just an ordinary roast duck restaurant, maybe a bit bigger, with more ovens and more workers.
In Fang Zong's mind, it was a production line workshop for roast duck, where duck oil was everywhere.
I just realized that it's a large Chinese restaurant; even if it's not a five-star restaurant, it must be at least a three-star Chinese restaurant.
antique.
Fang Zong looked at the more than 300 square meters of the first floor, with its antique wooden tables and chairs and old-fashioned style, and then at the staircase, and laughed: "If all 36 houses are like this, and the storefronts are still our own, wouldn't our team's assets be worth over a billion?"
"No, the ones in Beijing are better, so I'll say eight or nine hundred million."
Xue Nuo, munching on her ice cream cone, wrinkled her delicate nose and glared at Fang Zong: "Now you know, right? Back then, asking you to pay 80 million for a third was already incredibly lenient with you. Yet you still haggled with me and Sister Xiaoran, only willing to pay 10 million?"
"That was before," Fang Zongke said without blushing.
That pile of tattered grass—no, it's pure yin three-section grass.
Didn't he also throw it into the squad's public property?
By the way, how much was it worth again?
Since it was their own place, they ate as much as they wanted. The four of them didn't put on airs and simply found a seat in the hall, eating like ordinary guests.
The roast duck was already sliced and looked very delicate. Steel Bear didn't wait for the other dishes and ate two plates of it first, while secretly glancing at Fang Zong.
Fang Zong ate with refined manners, rolling up the duck meat in a pancake, adding scallions, dipping it in sauce, and chewing it in small bites.
Seriously, he really doesn't need to replenish his energy.
[This seemingly refined man is a pervert!]
Steel Bear grumbled inwardly, but focused on eating.
"Come, come, the roast duck here is considered quite authentic in Beijing. It's on me today, on me." At this moment, someone came in through the main gate.
He was dressed in a very neat Zhongshan suit, with a crew cut, and was a very energetic young man. As he walked, he kept turning back and smiling, as if he was greeting someone.
Suddenly his eyes fixed on Steel Bear.
It must be said that Steel Bear is tall and imposing, with a height of two and a half meters and bear-like muscles that are particularly eye-catching.
But the young man's gaze lingered on Steel Bear for only a moment before he viciously stabbed Fang Zong's hand.
“Someone’s watching you,” Xue Nuo said gleefully, licking her dessert.
Fang Zong looked up, picked up some food with his chopsticks, and said, "I don't recognize it." That was the end of it.
"You don't know me, but I know you."
The young man licked his lips, clenched his fists, and walked over.
He tapped the table where Fang Zong and the others were eating with his fist, and suddenly a gleaming blade shot out from his sleeve. He used the blade to brace his arm and laughed at Fang Zong.
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