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Although Hu Hanyu was quiet throughout the dinner, he was calm and composed, and answered questions fluently. However, when he mentioned his apprenticeship experience in Japan, he seemed to have thorns all over his body, and the corners of his smiling lips drooped.
Zheng Cheng noticed this subtle change, and he became more certain that there was something wrong with Hu Hanyu's apprenticeship experience.
A few steamed buns made with yeast dough were served, and the banquet came to an end. The conversation finally got to the point - the issue of breakfast supply on Nanjiang Road was finally brought to the table.
"We've always been about affordability. You young masters and young ladies might think it's not refined enough, but I can guarantee that the food will taste exactly the same no matter which Shunshui Hotel you go to." Hu Tianren's tone remained straightforward. "Quality control is what we insist on."
The leavened dough pan-fried dumplings are like a smaller version of the Dijia meat buns, and have nothing to do with pan-fried dumplings, but Hu Tianren doesn’t care how similar they are. What he is proud of is that no matter which restaurant he goes to, he can get the same fried Dijia dumplings.
"Do you two think that our Tianren's products are qualified? Can we cooperate with Yuanlv?" Hu Tianren rubbed his hands and looked at the two expectantly.
Zheng Miao looked troubled, clearly feeling that this product didn't align with Forsyte's philosophy, and was even inferior to the supplier Zheng Lu had found. She looked to Zheng Cheng for help, hoping he could help.
Are you counting on me now? Zheng Cheng sneered in his heart.
"Of course you can. It's just right to put this shengjian next to the porridge stall in our Yuanliu Hotel, right, sister?" Zheng Cheng picked up a shengjian for Zheng Miao and said with a smile.
The Yuanlv Hotel chain is the business hotel that Zheng Yuan started his business with. Now the Zheng family focuses their main energy on Forsyth, and the Yuanlv Hotel only accounts for a small part of it.
Hu Tianren's face changed when he heard this.
"I agree. It fits the tone of Yuanlv Hotel very well." Zheng Miao understood and nodded.
The threshold of Forset is beyond the reach of Tianren Group, so the big brother gave them some leftovers to try.
"Actually, I heard that the breakfast at the Forsythe Nanjiang branch isn't very popular. There's a lot of traffic there. If they used semi-finished products with stable quality, it would be efficient and the taste would be about the same."
Hu Tianren added a few words with a smile and turned back to try to get some support from Hu Hanyu: "Many Japanese hotels also serve semi-finished breakfasts, right?"
Hu Hanyu took a bite of the fried dumpling and said slowly, "I think the Yuanyou Hotel is pretty good."
It was Zheng Cheng's turn to be dumbfounded: he had seen brothers fighting with each other and parents not getting along, and they didn't help their own family in front of outsiders. Hu Hanyu's elbow bent into outer space and rested on Zheng Cheng's shoulder.
Zheng Cheng suddenly felt that Hu Hanyu's half-smile was not so annoying anymore.
If the Zheng siblings had not been present, judging by Hu Tianren's expression, his fat palm might have already landed on Hanyu's face.
The tiger paw raised and lowered, and finally clenched into a fist, and the smile returned to his face:
"Being contented with what you have is the best thing. Being able to cooperate with Big Brother is the first step in the long journey of my Tianren Group."
"Then I look forward to the second and third steps!" Zheng Miao raised the Laocong Qimen Pu'er in his hand, smiled and took another fake sip.
Zheng Cheng only rinsed his mouth with tea during the entire meal. Now that he had finally made it to the end, he used the excuse of visiting to slip away to the bathroom in the corner.
This useless guy has many quirks. He didn't want to share the bathroom in the private room with Hu Tianren, but he was afraid that someone else would come in during the rest, so he slipped into the cubicle.
Just as he was about to flush the toilet, he heard Hu Tianren cursing in the corridor.
"Nong Ce is still talking nonsense?!"
Hu Tianren spoke passionately to Hanyu, and his rich vocabulary made Zheng Cheng want to take out his mobile phone to record it and share it with Xiao Ming for study.
Hu Tianren was furious at his son's lack of fighting spirit, scolding him for letting his son miss the perfect opportunity to collaborate with Forsythe. He said, "I learned nothing in Japan and became a useless person." He was so excited that he hit Hanyu a few times, making a crackling sound.
It was originally just a joke, but Zheng Cheng got irritated and pressed the flush button in the cubicle.
As soon as he heard someone, Hu Tianren's cursing became smaller and smaller, and farther and farther away. When Zheng Cheng came out, only Hu Hanyu was still there with a smile on his face.
He glanced at Zheng Cheng out of the corner of his eye, raised his eyebrows, and was a little surprised.
"Why don't you fight back?" Zheng Cheng asked.
"Were you the one in there just now?" Hu Hanyu didn't answer him, but asked a new question instead.
"Has he always treated you like this?" Zheng Cheng asked a new question.
"Why not use the toilet in the private room?" Hu Hanyu also asked a new question.
"Can you hear me asking you a question? Forget it." Zheng Cheng was annoyed by his disregard. After thinking carefully, he realized that this was someone else's family affair and he should not have been involved. He was ready to leave for the first time.
"Oh, my dad is like that. I'm used to it." Hu Hanyu finally answered him, "He gave up on me a long time ago."
Humph, this isn't really giving up. Zheng Cheng sneered.
If someone truly gives up on you, they won’t scold you, let alone hit you. They will just ignore your efforts and say that just because you are happy is enough.
But why bother arguing with him about this? Zheng Cheng said nothing more and walked straight to the box.
"Makoto's cooking."
When he walked past Hu Hanyu, he suddenly said.
Zheng Cheng turned his head.
"The name of the shop where I work," he said. "Do you want to know?"
"There were 25 restaurants called Makoto in Tokyo, all of which were open around 2008. Now, only one has closed down." Zhou Min handed him the tablet and asked hesitantly, "Would you like to see it?"
"Nonsense." Zheng Cheng took the tablet, took a deep breath, and took it.
Xiao Ming stopped editing the video and silently observed Zheng Cheng, fearing that he would faint.
Only now did he realize that Zheng Cheng's pale face was related to his own childhood kidnapping case.
Xiao Ming remembered this incident. Back then in his hometown, the Zheng kidnapping case became a topic of gloating gossip among the elderly about the wealthy families in the Shanghai circle. However, he was worried that the kidnapped young master would have a psychological trauma for the rest of his life.
She never thought that one day she would appear next to a wealthy family in the Shanghai circle, and she never thought that she would want to spend the whole day with this third young master who always held his head high and refused to admit his vulnerability.
Yan Xiaoming is four years older than Zheng Cheng. He calls him brother only because Zheng Cheng doesn't allow him to call him boss. In fact, he has always regarded Zheng Cheng as a cute younger brother and always has a protective desire towards him.
Cheng is not what Zheng Cheng thought it was, a high-end restaurant. From the outside, its narrow storefront looks similar to Hu Hanyu's Sheri. It is hidden in an alley in the downtown area and has received good reviews from diners. There is no apparent reason for its closure.
"I also checked the time of bankruptcy, and it was almost... before the trial." Zhou Min chose his words carefully and did not say the word "kidnapping case".
Zheng Cheng began to search for introductions and interviews about the restaurant "Cheng", but found nothing. However, from the business information, he got the name of the manager, an unfamiliar Japanese name - Takagi Makoto.
There were indeed several Japanese suspects in the kidnapping case, and Zheng Cheng remembered all of their names clearly. He casually browsed through several reports on the closed kidnapping cases of that year and came across a comment that shocked him.
【Dad Cheng, rest in peace.】
Many people below asked who Cheng Lao was, but there was no answer.
Suddenly, the words on the screen became double images, and then the exploding tinnitus and headache forced Zheng Cheng to close his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, he realized that the other two people in the room had been looking at him silently since a while ago, and Xiao Ming was holding a glass of water, as if ready to give it to him at any time.
"What are you two doing, you old men?" Zheng Cheng took the water cup and took a few sips.
The double vision is still there, the tinnitus is still there, and the headache is getting worse.
It’s coming, Zheng Cheng feels his heart beating faster.
Xiao Ming asked tentatively: "Brother Cheng, are you okay?"
After barely opening his eyes, Zheng Cheng threw the tablet on the sofa and said, "The store manager is dead."
Zhou Min frowned.
The tinnitus became louder and louder, and his brain felt like it was vacuumed up. Xiao Ming seemed to ask something, but Zheng Cheng could no longer hear clearly. He staggered to his feet and walked towards the guest bathroom, holding onto the wall.
Run.
"Brother Cheng!"
This was the first time Xiao Ming saw Zheng Cheng like this. He jumped up in panic and wanted to help him, but was stopped by Zhou Min.
"He doesn't want to be seen when he has an attack." Zhou Min calmly grabbed Xiao Ming and pushed him back to his seat.
"Do you want to call an ambulance?!" Xiao Ming then took out his cell phone.
Zhou Min shook his head and said no, he had already contacted Zheng Cheng's psychologist.
"It's a panic attack. He can handle it himself."
Caught up.
Before his vision darkened, Zheng Cheng used his remaining strength to lock the bathroom door, turned on the shower, and put the towel in his mouth again.
The fear in his heart accumulated uncontrollably, his throat felt like it was being strangled by a hand, his heartbeat almost pierced his eardrum, and he covered his ears with his hands.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
"Master?"
He was grabbed by the collar, his mouth covered, and thrown into a car. He tried to call for help, but was pinned down so hard that he could only whimper.
A slap hit him across the face through the bag. The devil's claws tightened around his neck.
"Your neck is so thin, it will break if I pinch it."
The fingers pressing in the ears stiffened uncontrollably, and the nails dug deeper and deeper into the auricle.
Take a deep breath!
The pain brought him back from the flashback, and Zheng Cheng tried to regain his steady breathing.
Take a deep breath, don't breathe too fast, be careful of alkali poisoning.
This is Zhou Min's guest bathroom, not a warehouse, not Japan.
You're okay, Zheng Cheng, you're okay, it's over, everything is over.
His clenched teeth slowly loosened, his fingers regained sensation, the light in front of his eyes gradually grew larger, and the sound of water reached his ears.
"It's over, everything is over." He took out the soaked towel and said to himself in a hoarse voice.
It's so annoying. There's blood under my nails.
Zheng Cheng opened the door of the guest bathroom and Zhou Min was indeed standing there.
"Where is Xiao Ming?" Zheng Cheng asked.
"Tell him to get the medicine box." Zhou Min tore off a tissue and said, "Wipe his ears first. Don't scare him."
It’s hard to guard against, Zheng Cheng thought. Last time he bit his lip, and this time it was his ear.
"When was the last time you had an attack?" Zhou Min asked as he watched him throw the blood-covered paper into the toilet.
Zheng Cheng didn't want to answer, pretended not to hear, and moved his stiff wrist.
"Don't look into the past." Blood was coagulating on the earlobe that had just been wiped clean. Zhou Min pressed it with a piece of paper and advised him.
"No." Zheng Cheng's tone was firm, "I want to check."
Knowing he couldn't persuade her, Zhou Min could only shake his head silently: "Then listen to the doctor and don't do anything rash."
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