No matter how those men laughed and chatted, she didn't participate in them.
But soon someone did bring a lot of dishes, and those dishes were not what she usually eats. They looked very exquisite, not exquisite, but unique, much like the dishes used as props in costume TV dramas.
"Is the business of the Western Han Dynasty good?" Qin Cao picked up a dish and chewed it slowly in his mouth: "I like the taste."
"It hasn't entered the profit stage yet. After all, it has just opened. It will take some time to see the development potential." Fu Hong took a sip of the soup, which tasted the purest.
He had a hot idea some time ago and opened an antique restaurant next to the moat. It took a high-end route. The "Western Han Dynasty" is located on the bank of the Hucheng River, looming among the flowers, plants and trees. The restaurant is completely in the style of the Western Han Dynasty, even the service of the waiters.
The decoration of the private rooms and private rooms all reveal a strong Western Han Dynasty style. It has been open for less than a week, and although customers have to book for a week before they can get a private room, many people are trying to get a fresh idea. Whether they will make a profit or not depends on the follow-up efforts.
"Tomorrow you will go to South Africa again. The person in charge there will report that there is trouble again." After Fu Hong drank a spoonful of porridge, he turned to business.
Chang Mian's face darkened.
"Who is causing trouble again? Is it really going to take a lot of action from me to stop it?"
"Just go and take a look and you'll find out." Fu Hong also felt a headache. The business in South Africa has been unstable recently. The turnover has plummeted in the past few months. "Don't be careless with me this time. If I don't deal with it, you
Just don't come back, go back to your island and be the king of the mountain."
"puff……"
Chang Shang heard that the big boss asked Chang Mian to be the king of the mountain. She had been silent and transparent, and she couldn't help but burst into laughter.
After laughing out loud, he realized that Chang Mian's eyes were narrowed and he was looking at him dangerously.
She shrank her head, wishing she could lower her head under the table.
"Why are you laughing? What's so funny? If I become the king of the mountain, in the future you will have to be the concubine of the mountain king in the backcountry. Some of them will make you cry." Chang Mian was about to pat her on the head with his hand.
, to see if she still dared to laugh at him, but when his hand was five centimeters away from her head, he paused and took it back.
Forget it, just touch her and then say that you are a big devil.
Chang Mian changed from patting to pinching, squeezing her face, and her half-hearted smile broke out.
Qin Shou answered a phone call.
"Prince, the organizer of the antique exhibition just called. There will be an antique exhibition in S city next month. I want to confirm whether you can go."
Fu Hong nodded.
After Qin Shou was confirmed, he said a few words to the other party on the phone.
Chang Mian whistled: "Prince, are you going to buy antiques again? You have to attend every antique exhibition, no matter where it is in the world, but I have never seen you buy antiques. You are so important."
I am impressed by the spirit of participation. What do you want to find? Just tell me and I will help you find it. You will definitely be better than trying your luck every time you go to an antique show."
Fu Hong glanced at him lightly, "When you're full, you can go out to eat."
"No, I'm hungry." Chang Mian raised his eyebrows and added another dish to Changshang's bowl: "Eat more, you'll be so thin that it looks like I'm torturing you."
Chang Shang smiled secretly in her heart.
It turns out that Chang Mian also had a bad time, and she suddenly started to admire the big boss. As expected, one thing brings another down.