Chapter 451 - 350: Feng Jingjing is Frightened, This Shop Can Be Smeared?

Chapter 451: Chapter 350: Feng Jingjing is Frightened, This Shop Can Be Smeared?

THWACK!!

Uncle Liu couldn’t even grunt, his vision filled with stars.

THWACK!!!

Uncle Liu’s vision went black, but he gritted his teeth and held on.

Xia Changzhi felt his hand starting to hurt, so he put on a homemade, hard rubber finger cot.

He continued!

Uncle Liu: ...

"What’s going on in there?" Jiang Liu asked curiously.

He directed his question to Yu Guoguang.

Yu Guoguang had been craning his neck to watch the spectacle and was annoyed at being interrupted.

But when he turned and saw it was Jiang Liu, the old man’s expression changed in an instant. He said with a cheerful smile, "Ah, Master Jiang, back from grocery shopping?"

He glanced at the bags and added, "Those two fellas inside are playing a game of forehead flicks."

"Oh? Who’s winning?"

"The one with white hair, in the tracksuit, is winning," Yu Guoguang said with a laugh. "Master Jiang, your storefront is so lively. Even if an old man like me can’t get a spot in line, it’s still fun just to come and hang out."

"It’s alright."

Jiang Liu smiled and went back to work in his shop.

* * *

Feng Jingjing’s taxi dropped her off at the traffic light just outside Yangzhai Street.

The driver absolutely refused to enter Yangzhai Street.

Feng Jingjing couldn’t be bothered arguing with the broke-ass driver. She decided she’d leave him a scathing, hundred-word bad review later to teach him a lesson.

Holding her umbrella, she followed her phone’s navigation toward the World’s Second Best Restaurant.

Seeing the noisy line up ahead, she didn’t pay it much mind.

Feng Jingjing raised an eyebrow.

’It’s pretty lively here... Maybe a supermarket is having a giveaway.’

’Hm? Where is it... I’m not there yet, it’s right here...’

She glanced up casually and was dumbfounded.

The World’s Second Best Restaurant.

The line was as long as a dragon.

????

’How are there so many people?’

’What’s going on...?’

’Huh?? Why does that person look so familiar...?’

After getting a clear look at the people in line.

Feng Jingjing’s eyes went wide.

As a minor internet celebrity, she knew a thing or two about the world.

’Isn’t that the CEO of Nanliang Group...??’

Feng Jingjing rubbed her eyes.

That middle-aged man cracking sunflower seeds and laughing like some loser was actually the CEO of Nanliang Group!

She had once deliberately tried to seduce him, but he hadn’t even given her a second glance.

The memory was burned into her mind.

She wondered: ’Why is he queuing up at Jiang Liu’s shop?’

’And this place is actually this popular!?’

’No wonder it costs a hundred thousand.’

Feng Jingjing gradually grew excited.

’If I can post about such a popular restaurant online and expose some dirt on it, I’ll definitely get a ton of likes and followers!’

As for the dirt, planting hairs or releasing flies were her well-worn tricks of the trade.

But in the next moment,

a chill ran down her spine.

The excitement Feng Jingjing had just felt was doused with a bucket of ice water.

’Is that... that person Fang Hongbo?? The head of Meidi?’

’Is that Yu Guoguang?! The national treasure-level chef?’

As she got closer and saw their faces clearly, she recognized one famous tycoon after another.

Feng Jingjing’s face turned deathly pale with fright on the spot.

’Oh my god.’

’Why are so many bigwigs eating at this place?’

’And I was actually planning to frame a shop like this?’

A cold sensation washed over Feng Jingjing’s entire body.

She was genuinely terrified.

’Damn it, that bitch Yang Yixue!’

’Thank god, thank god.’

’With so many tycoons gathered here, the owner of this shop is definitely someone I can’t afford to offend. He probably wouldn’t even have to lift a finger; any one of these people could crush me like an ant...’

’Run!’

’Get out of here, now!’

Feng Jingjing tucked her tail between her legs and left with her head down.

She was terrified someone would recognize her.

* * *

Yang Yixue’s face was grim as she hung up the phone.

The influencer food blogger she had hired had just called her.

The blogger had immediately lost her temper.

She’d ranted about being pushed into a pit of fire, asking how she could possibly offend such powerful people.

She also advised Yang Yixue to take this matter to her grave and never let a third person know about it.

And on and on.

Yang Yixue sat down on the sofa, her face taut.

At that moment.

She was filled with jealousy and resentment.

’On what basis is Jiang Liu doing so well for himself now?’

’He actually has powerful people eating at his restaurant.’

’Since when did he have so much clout?’

Yang Yixue couldn’t help but recall that she had divorced Jiang Liu precisely because he had no money.

She felt she had no face whenever she went out with him.

Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, he would be doing even better than she was!

Feng Jingjing had made it very clear to her.

Not only was one of Huaxia’s foremost chefs queuing up at Jiang Liu’s door, but there were also many CEOs of publicly listed companies.

Feng Jingjing had even given her an analogy.

She’d said it was like she was a petty hooligan trying to steal a wallet...

...only to find a bus full of special forces and police officers staring at her, and all that other nonsense.

’Isn’t that just total bullshit!?’

Yang Yixue took a deep breath of the damp air.

She thought back quietly.

Although the other woman had tried her best to suppress her fear, Yixue could still hear the deep unease in Feng Jingjing’s voice.

One could only imagine how much of a shock she had received.

It was perfectly normal. It was like a thief trying to burglarize a house, only to open the door and see dozens of police officers holding batons and glaring at them with furious eyes.

Forget about running.

Their legs would have turned to jelly.

Yang Yixue looked at the truck across the street, sitting in the rain.

A hundred thoughts raced through her mind.

’Is it possible... that I could get connected with that mysterious boss?’

As soon as this idea emerged, Yang Yixue clenched her fists, as if she had seen a glimmer of hope.

’If I can get in with this incredibly well-connected big shot...’

’...then wouldn’t crushing Jiang Liu be a piece of cake??’

’Even better... I could even partner with this big shot to open a restaurant...!’

The corners of Yang Yixue’s mouth curled up, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.

* * *

Ren Qingqing was in the shop watching the workers as they BANGED and CLATTERED, tearing down a wall.

The owner of the pharmacy next door was trembling with fear.

At ten-thirty.

Ren Qingqing answered her phone.

Liu Ming called to take credit, saying:

"Sister Ren, I just braved the rain and checked out three tableware factories in one go. The tableware at the third factory is surprisingly cost-effective, all their bowls and plates are made with high-heat technology!"

"And, the most interesting part is, a restaurant had ordered a huge batch of custom tableware but then canceled the order. Now the factory is selling the whole batch for cheap!"

"We’ve scored a huge bargain!"

His voice was laced with excitement.

’This is a great find that Sister Ren can use to claim credit with President Jiang!’

Ren Qingqing was in a good mood after hearing this. "Their plates don’t have any designs printed on them, do they?"

"Nope! They’re perfectly plain. I wouldn’t have called you otherwise!"

Liu Ming sent the photos to Ren Qingqing.

Ren Qingqing was very satisfied after seeing them.

’The restaurant that canceled the order must have been a bun and congee shop, similar to President Jiang’s.’

The plates were large, perfect for holding steamed buns. The glaze was clean and bright, making them easy to wash and giving customers a clean visual impression.

In the next moment, Ren Qingqing forwarded the pictures to Jiang Liu, claiming she had personally braved the rain and visited several factories to pick them out.

She passed off Liu Ming’s words as her own.

Jiang Liu was quite satisfied after looking at them. "Not bad. These will work. Thanks for your hard work."

Ren Qingqing: "It was no trouble at all, it’s what I’m supposed to do."

Jiang Liu: "When you go to negotiate, try to haggle the price down. Tell them we’re willing to work with them long-term and ask for a discount. Also, mention that we’re helping them solve a big problem. Otherwise, it would be really hard for them to get rid of these custom-made plates."

Although Jiang Liu wasn’t short on money.

But he wasn’t an idiot either.

If he could haggle, he would. If they wouldn’t lower the price, he’d cancel the deal.

He had no intention of being a sucker.

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