General Manager's spare meeting room                                                                                                                            

"Yes, General Manager. Since the government unified the housing prices in the north and south districts of G-U Affiliated Middle School, parents in the South District have not given up on making trouble. They have always asked the person in charge of the property to be responsible for the devaluation of their house."

The affiliated middle schools in the North District moved there later, but the northern district is backed by the suburbs, and the housing prices in that area are not rising particularly strongly. On the contrary, the housing prices in the school districts in the South District are getting more and more aggressive. But what is more abnormal is that parents prefer to send their children to the more expensive affiliated middle schools in the South District. In order to solve the problem of student source in the North District, the government has somehow forced the unified housing prices in the North District, which is now causing this situation.

Mu Yun snorted coldly, these parents should understand that the benefits of housing prices are closely linked to government policies. In this situation, he does not need to worry about it at all.

"Tell the person in charge there that the issue of depreciation of houses in the South District is not the responsibility of the real estate party, so it is not necessary to pay attention to it. Just direct the finger at the government, and they will naturally be responsible for it. And we have a lot of losses."

He Jin carefully recorded what his boss ordered, "What's going on with French Yuan Winery?" Mu Yun turned the page and continued to ask,

He Jin frowned, "No reply yet."

"Have you replied yet?" Mu Yun raised his head. They have been talking about the matters related to France Yuan Winery for nearly two weeks. France has been reluctant to cut off cooperation with Weiming Winery. If this cooperation continues to be successful, the acquisition of Weiming Winery will be a matter of lingering.

Mu Yun stared at He Jin, and He Jin quickly said: "According to your instructions, I have told them that the liquidated damages will be fully responsible for ours and will bring them more benefits."

According to Qingyun's current development situation, no company will refuse Qingyun's cooperation. This French Yuansheng Winery is strange. What can make them hesitate?

Weiming Winery is bound to win. The expansion of the hotel power in City B will definitely accept the local snake winery there. Moreover, Mu Yun rubbed his temples, which is also a good gift for Wen Chen.

In the nutritionist's studio, Mu Qing and Chen Jing were in a stalemate. Chen Jing's upper body was almost over the table. The young master comfortably used his peach blossom eyes, the kind of eyes that were not as charming as women, but only clear and clear, and looked at Chen Jing. Chen Jing calmed down the stimulating feeling in her heart. He couldn't be serious about dealing with such a child who was more serious and childish as he was. Chen Jing sat back on the chair and tidied up his collar.

"Okay, how do you want me to compensate?" Chen Jing asked straight.

Mu Qing didn't expect that this crazy woman would calm down so soon. He just wanted her to leave Qingyun's house. He pointed to Chen Jing's cell phone, and Chen Jing saw his gaze, "Do you want my cell phone?"

Mu Qing nodded. Chen Jing didn't know what trick he wanted to do. Since he wanted it, it was nothing big anyway. Chen Jing handed the phone out. Mu Qing took the light screen to display the password input. He handed the phone to Chen Jing to untie her. Chen Jing instead directly stretched out her index finger and touched the fingerprint button on the back of the phone. During this period, her cool fingertips accidentally touched the back of Mu Qing's hand.

Mu Qing opened his phone and directly clicked on the contact interface, and dialed a number.

Chen Jing looked at him and said, what exactly is he going to play with, this person.

Mu Qing returned the phone and then turned on his phone. After a few seconds, Chen Jing's phone "dripped".

Information display: I just need you to leave Qingyun's house

There is no note, but Chen Jing knew that this message was sent by the person opposite. How disgusted does this person hate her? Didn’t even say anything to her?

But Chen Jing also followed his method, and she quickly entered: I am really sorry for stealing your flowers. I know that no matter how much explanation I can't save your flowers. And I also said sorry for my unreasonable attitude to you last time. If you can forgive me, I can agree to any conditions.

The other party’s cell phone vibrated, and soon Chen Jing received a reply: There is no possibility of forgiveness!

Chen Jing looked up and met the young master's firm look. It turned out that hating someone could be so thorough and without leaving any room for anything.

Is Minghuang so important to him? Chen Jing felt a strange feeling from the bottom of her heart.

After a while, Chen Jing quickly typed on the keyboard: What if I compensate you with a pack of bright yellow seeds that I had for eight years?

If he really likes flowers like Minghuang very much, he should know the meaning of the eight-year Minghuang seeds.

The environment for the growth of bright yellow is extremely high and the survival rate is extremely low. However, its seeds can be preserved like soybeans, but it is difficult to preserve, because the bright yellow seeds have a three-year hurdle. In the third year of preservation as seeds, bright yellow will enter a very perishable state. Once the third year passes, the bright yellow seeds will enter a dormant hard state, which is not prone to rot, is not easy to break, is round and light.

Chen Jing saw him hesitating. After a while, Chen Jing's mobile phone rang, "How can you guarantee that this is an eight-year-old bright yellow seed?"

Why can't you guarantee it? Chen Jing thought coldly, just after the pack of bright yellow seeds was cut, her mother died at the Qingyun family. It's been exactly eight years now, it's really true.

Chen Jing sent a message: You can confirm it yourself, and I can bring it to you.

Confirm yourself.

After Mu Qing sent this message, he took Chen Jing's laptop away.

Chen Jing could only pray that the young master who was abroad knew nothing and was also praying to take him there as soon as possible so that he could get his notebook back. In the hands of outsiders, the notebook was a dingshi bomb that exploded at any time.

Mu Qing returned to her bedroom. She really had bright yellow seeds for eight years? Mu Qing took out a brown wooden box from the drawer, and the box exuded a natural wood fragrance. Open the box, and there was a bracelet inside. The beads of the bracelet emitted a green luster. If the bright yellow seeds were stored for a longer time, the richer their green color would ferment quietly in the cellar like old wine. Mu Qing fell into deep thought. After a while, he took his phone open and clicked on the message sending interface: It would be best for me to see today.

Chen Jing pressed the side button of the phone helplessly, and the screen became dim. She was so anxious.

After looking at the time, it was time to prepare meat dishes at 10:20. Chen Jing came to the kitchen room.

"Hey, Xiao Chen is here," the chef said with a smile, "Your dish is so amazing. I have never thought of using that rare dish to taste it."

Chen Jing actually wanted to say that many people don’t know this method. It was her mother’s secret method, but she stopped her mouth and was cautious and prevented from speaking often.

"But, it's hard to find something like Minghuang," Chen Jing added

"Yes, yes, I'm also upset about this. The old man has already come to give instructions and said that he would make this dish twice a week, but I'm in trouble with this ingredient."

"There is a Minghuang test base in the northeast, but they mainly wait for the Minghuang to be borne and sell it to the spice production factory. You can contact them."

"Is that so thank you very much?" The chef couldn't hide his joy.

"You're welcome," Chen Jing replied politely.

The chef watched Chen Jing stop in front of the food preservation cabinet, "Is Xiao Chen going to cook again?"

Chen Jing nodded at the fresh-looking black chicken in the preservation cabinet.

The chef joked, “Are nutritionists so talented now? It’s hard to make us mess around”

"Where," Chen Jing turned around, "Can you ask the master to stew the black chicken? I will list the seasoning list for you."

"Okay," the chef agreed readily.

After a while, the chef took the order and said, "Huh? Use Kunlun snow chrysanthemums to make it?" The chef was very surprised, "Is the soup still delicious?"

"You have to add dried mulberries," Chen Jing added, "These are all good ingredients to deal with the three highs, boil them with spring tea seed oil."

"Then follow the usual steps?"

"Well, but in the first step, you can boil Kunlun Snow Chow first. Then follow the steps."

"Okay," the chef agreed, turned around and started to the side and said, "Get pick 500 grams of fine black chicken."

"Master, simmer for a long time, so that the meat can be digested."

"You don't have to say this, I know very well." The chef pointed to his head.

Chen Jing couldn't help but smile as she looked at the chef's fat face, so she found a topic.

“Master, how long have you been here?”

"Well, it should be six years."

"Six years?"

The chef suddenly sighed, "These six years have not been easy. The old man's taste is getting more and more tricky. He thought he would lose this job, but he didn't expect that he would leave with waves of nutritionists."

Chen Jing nodded. She knew this, otherwise she would not have chosen the major of nutritionist even if she furthered her studies.

After the chef said that, he looked at Chen Jing beside him, "You are an exception."

Chen Jing thought to herself that it was indeed another thing. He must have experienced that after working here for six years, but it is best not to ask this question now.

Chen Jing asked back, "Why are the nutritionists who are quitting, not yours?" Chen Jing laughed.

"I didn't know, otherwise my heart wouldn't have been silenced for so long. But when I saw you coming, my hanging heart was relieved. How did I sing that song: Because I happened to meet you?" The chef laughed, and Chen Jing laughed.

This chef looked at his big and thick words and said in detail, Chen Jing thought.

At around 11 o'clock in the morning, all lunches were prepared. According to Qingyun's personal taste, Chinese and Western food were prepared separately.

Sister Hong stepped over as usual. She first glanced at the dishes on the long table.

"You come and serve the food too," she said to Chen Jing.

"OK"

Through the glass corridor, Chen Jing came to the restaurant. The Aunt Liang I saw last time was placing dishes and tableware. When she saw someone coming in, she first looked at Chen Jing, and her eyes were deeply explored, but Chen Jing didn't know the maid. There were so many maids in Qingyun's family. Even if Chen Jing could never forget her, she still had no chance to recognize them one by one. Chen Jing and others successively prepared lunch and asked Aunt Liang's maid to ask the owners to sit down one by one.

The old man sat in the seat to guard the house, and Aunt Liang stood hang down to his left. The wife sat in the old man's right seat.

The old man glanced at the dining table, and only two of them were there.

"Where is Mu Yun?"

"Master, the eldest young master said that the company has something to do, so I won't come back to eat at noon today."

"What about Mu Qing? Isn't this child coming to eat yet? How many days have you been having a cold?" The old man said dissatisfied. At this time, the lady said, "Xiao Qing is still not very comfortable, so I'll call him down after it's better."

The old man nodded. Although he was very strict with family meal rules, his preference for his younger son was still contrary to his rules. "How is it, is he better? This child is stuck in it all day long."

"It's much better," replied the lady.

When Chen Jing heard their conversation, she suddenly realized the truth, as if she had named the young master's strange behavior.

The old man had become accustomed to the secludedness at the dinner table, so he started to move after asking, and the lady started to move.

Chen Jing saw that the old man had brought the bowl of chicken soup, picked a few bites of chicken and chewed it slowly, and then scooped a small spoon of chicken soup. Chen Jing looked nervously. The meat on the master's face was loose and soft. Chen Jing knew that the taste must be good. After eating for a while, the old man looked up and asked Chen Jing, "Why, this soup has the coolness of the fragrance of flowers, which makes me feel very comfortable."

"It's because I joined Kunlun Snow Ju"

"No wonder, it's a bit different from what Xiaolan did." The old man murmured with a slightly cloudy look.
Chapter completed!