The assassin, Xiao, also saw the future of the cold chain market, so he agreed to go against the grain and kill Han Fei.
The factory owner asked anxiously, "Young Master Yu, what should we do if this batch of goods can't be shipped out? Or... or should we release the goods to Boss Han instead? That way we can at least recover our losses."
"no!"
Yu Xunteng smashed the ashtray with force. Even if 100,000 boxes of steamed buns and 100,000 boxes of meat buns rotted, he would not deliver the goods to that old man!
“Young Master Yu, each box contains 120 steamed buns, costing 1 yuan each, so that's 120 yuan. That's 100,000 boxes of meat steamed buns and 100,000 boxes of scallion and pork rolls – the loss is nearly [amount missing]! How am I supposed to explain this to the old man?!”
"You are not allowed to say a single word about this to my grandfather!"
"But such a huge gap..."
"Just wait, this deal is definitely mine!"
Once that old man is killed by the owl, Henry will lose his partner and will inevitably turn to him!
"I'm asking you, have you actually gotten the recipe for the scallion and pork flower rolls? Without that old man's guidance, can the factory produce the same meat buns and scallion and pork flower rolls on its own?"
"this……"
"Stop beating around the bush, just say it!"
"I still haven't gotten the recipe. When burning pine needles and fruit wood, Boss Han sprinkled a few packets of powder. I wanted to steal some to see what it was, but Boss Han had already lit the fire. In the end, it was hard to tell what the ingredients were even after it burned to ashes. It should be a secret fragrance powder with a unique fruity aroma."
"Damn it! That old man is really cunning; he actually had a trick up his sleeve! What about the meat buns? Surely they don't have the secret seasoning powder anymore!"
"The ingredients for the meat buns are prepared by Boss Han himself. He won't let me see them, so there's nothing I can do about it."
"I told you not to look, but you still couldn't peek! Useless thing!" Yu Xunteng kicked the factory owner hard in the knee.
The factory owner felt a sharp pain in his knee and immediately knelt on the ground. He felt incredibly humiliated. This young master Yu had already swelled up his face, and now he was being violent towards him again!
He was an old man who had followed the old man for a long time. If the old man hadn't agreed to let him do whatever he wanted, he wouldn't have had to suffer like this! If he wasn't afraid that the old man would pass the factory to him in the future, he wouldn't have to be so humble and subservient!
Yu Xunteng stomped on the factory owner's hand and roared, "I know you have a group of people under you who are known as having golden tongues and specialize in studying other people's recipes! Before, we didn't have enough steamed buns, but now we have 100,000 boxes. Even if they eat themselves sick, they still have to eat until they figure out the recipe! Do you hear me!"
“They are not my men, but people trained by the old man. If you want to use them, you must get the old man’s permission.”
"Heh, the old man has already entrusted you to my command, let alone those guys! I'm going to go and demand them from him right now!"
Watching Yu Xunteng's departing figure, the factory owner clenched his fist.
"Ouch!" He winced in pain, forgetting that Yu Xunteng had just stomped hard on the back of his hand. Now, when he clenched his fist, his fingers felt like they were broken.
"If it weren't for the old man telling me to listen to you, with your violent temper, who would want to follow you! How could such a wise and righteous man like the old man have such a grandson! If you weren't his only grandson, I would have already sided with someone else!"
The factory owner was getting angrier and angrier, but what could he do? The factory seemed to be registered under his name, and he was the legal representative, but the real big boss behind it was the old man of the Yu family, who held 80% of the shares.
...
Grandpa Yu was drinking tea at the teahouse. Now that he's old, he doesn't care about anything anymore. He just enjoys listening to music and drinking tea every day, leisurely enjoying his old age.
"Mr. Yu, Young Master Yu has come to see you."
“That little rascal never comes to the temple unless he has something urgent to tell me. He won’t think of his grandfather unless it’s an emergency.”
"You said you weren't here?"
"Um."
The teahouse owner went and came back, looking helpless: "Old Master Yu, Young Master Yu has booked the whole place and chased everyone away, saying he's waiting for you in the lobby. He'll definitely come to the teahouse for tea."
"That little rascal!" Old Master Yu slammed his hand on the table. "Send me to the back door. You have to make the act convincing."
"Alright, Mr. Yu, this way please."
The old master of the Yu family left the teahouse through the back door, turned around, and swaggered back in through the front door. The teahouse owner stood at the entrance to greet him: "Old Master Yu, you've finally arrived! Young Master Yu has been waiting for a long time!"
Yu Xunteng strode over, a fawning smile plastered on his face: "Grandpa, I knew you'd come to the teahouse! This is some top-quality Pu'er tea I got from out of town, just waiting for you to come and try it!"
"You're really being kind? I wouldn't dare drink your tea so easily. Tell me, what are you going to ask me for this time?"
"Grandpa, I'm just trying to be filial to you."
"I don't believe your nonsense! Just tell me what you want, or I won't drink this tea!"
"Alright, alright, I'll lay my cards on the table! Grandpa, a while ago I borrowed a factory from you to work with Henry, but Henry changed partners at the last minute, valuing another old man's skills and saying their buns were delicious, belittling our buns to nothing. I'm furious! I want you to send a few discerning palates with me to taste their buns and see what makes them so good. Let me accept my defeat wholeheartedly!"
“No way.” The old man of the Yu family immediately refused: “Those people are all well-known gourmets. Although they received my kindness when they were young, I have never thought of repaying their kindness.”
"Grandpa, if it weren't for you, how could they have become gourmets, the golden tongues of the industry? I'm just asking them for a small favor, and they'll definitely get their share of the benefits! Just give me a few phone numbers, and I'll talk to them myself!"
"No means no."
"Grandpa, I'm your only grandson. Can you bear to see me unable to sleep or eat every day because of this? Aren't you upset about it?"
"Don't try to play the emotional card with me. You're just holding a grudge because you're narrow-minded. You should change your temper."
"Grandpa, are you really not going to help me with this?"
"I won't help."
“I knew it. Because I don’t have a family birthmark, you’ve disliked me since I was little. You won’t even help me with such a small favor. I’ll go to my maternal grandfather. He’ll definitely be willing to help me!”
"Hey! Don't go!"
Yu Xunteng stopped and looked at the old man with a grin: "Grandpa, are you willing to help me?"
"Here, this is their phone number. Don't let them help you for nothing."
"I understand, I will definitely thank them properly!"
Not long after Yu Xunteng left the teahouse, the Yu family butler rushed in: "Master, something bad has happened! We have a court summons for you!"
Meanwhile, the factory owner also received a summons from the court.
Han Fei took Zhang Jianguo shopping and bought some new clothes for the children. The children used to be thin, but Han Fei had fattened them up recently, and their old clothes were now a bit too tight.
Zhang Jianguo followed behind Han Fei carrying large and small bags, while Chen Meilan helped Han Fei come up with ideas, choosing suitable clothes and headwear for the two little girls.
As soon as Han Fei left the mall, he felt like he was being watched. It was hard to ignore those malicious gazes.
Han Fei looked around, becoming alert.
Seeing the shop owner suddenly stop, Zhang Jianguo stepped forward and asked, "Boss, is there something you forgot to buy? I'll go back to the mall and buy it."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a gunshot rang out, and Zhang Jianguo instinctively used his body to shield Han Fei.
At the same time, another gunshot rang out. Fortunately, the old man was being secretly protected, for fear that the assassin organization would find the old man's special forces sniper and attack him.
The gunman was killed by the sniper, causing the gun to miss its mark and hit the bags Zhang Jianguo was carrying. The bag of a black down jacket was pierced, and the down inside flew out and scattered.
Chen Meilan, standing nearby, screamed in fright: "Jianguo!"
Zhang Jianguo snapped out of his daze, turned to her, and smiled: "Hey, honey, I'm fine! I'm so lucky!"
In fact, Han Fei had already seen the assassin and had already lay down to avoid the gun barrel. Who would have thought that Zhang Jianguo would stand in front of him?
"Jianguo, you must not do this again."
Zhang Jianguo chuckled sheepishly, "I didn't expect it either. My body instinctively wanted to protect the boss. Next time, I won't be able to control myself!"
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