"You... you..." Leng Zimo pretended to be timid, and his two men rushed up to catch him like wolves and tigers.
"No, be polite to Mr. Chef." Leng Zirui stood up and strode to the door of the box, "Mr. Chef, please come downstairs!"
Several people swaggeringly brought Leng Zimo downstairs, stuffed him into the car downstairs, and drove away.
Watching the car drive away, in another private room on the second floor, Ah Jiu and Asang both frowned slightly.
Behind the two of them, the real owner of the Chinese restaurant looked slightly pale.
"What on earth are you going to do?"
Ah Jiu turned around and said, "Our work has been completed. Thank you very much for your help."
The boss was speechless. Two hours ago, they suddenly entered his office, and then the man claimed to buy his restaurant. The boss refused his request. He had been in Rome for several years, and this Chinese restaurant belonged to him and his wife.
How could he sell it, his painstaking work?
Hearing that this was the brainchild of he and his wife, the man changed his mind and asked to rent the restaurant for two hours for a rent of one million US dollars.
Two hours, one million US dollars - that's almost the entire Chinese restaurant's monthly income.
"I hope you can keep this matter absolutely confidential." Asang said politely, "Sir, he also has a wife and children. He doesn't want to cause any trouble to your wife and children."
The male boss just nodded. Although they were very polite from beginning to end, when Ah Jiu raised his hand inadvertently, he could clearly see the pistol on his waist. He knew that these people were not ordinary people, and they were
It didn't hurt him and gave him so much money. He also knew what he should do.
"Nothing...happened in my restaurant."
"Thanks!"
Ah Jiu nodded politely to him, turned around and left the restaurant with Asang.
The male boss wiped the sweat from his forehead with lingering fear and looked at the box of cash on the table. He bravely stretched out his palm and took out a stack and looked at it carefully.
The money is all real!
This man spent a million dollars just to cook a meal in his own kitchen?
Is he crazy?!
The male boss looked at the box of money in front of him and couldn't figure it out.
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inside the car.
Leng Zimo was stuffed into the back seat by Leng Zirui's men. He looked at Leng Zirui pretending to be worried and said in Italian, "What on earth are you going to do? I'm just a chef. I don't know anything else."
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"Don't worry, Mr. Chef, we just want you to continue cooking." Ake comforted with a smile.
"You two go buy some fresh ingredients, Ake, and you go prepare a hygienic mobile phone for me." Leng Zirui said calmly.
The car stopped at a large shopping mall. Two of his men got out of the car to buy ingredients. Ake strode away to buy the satellite phone Leng Zirui needed, leaving only the Leng brothers in the car.
"My makeup skills are pretty good, you almost fooled me!" Leng Zirui came over to look at Leng Zimo's face, "When did you learn the art of disguise?"
Leng Zimo raised his hand and slapped away Leng Zirui's palm that was reaching towards his face, "This makeup took me an hour, don't move!"
This is of course not a disguise, it's just the effect of makeup and a fake beard and wig.
From the initial actor to the later producer, when Emperor Vision was first founded, Leng Zimo would do many things personally.
