Chapter 429 Have you sold your battery technology to Sakura Country?
After one meal, everyone was very full.
Su Jiang and Lin Wanqing ate a lot.
I have to say that the craftsmanship of Zhu Daqiang and his wife is really good. It is no wonder that they can open Jiangnan Hotel so big.
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I wish Daqiang and his wife have a good meal.
Today, Sujiang and the others simply opened a new Pandora's box for them.
Let them realize how delicious it is to eat together lovingly.
You must eat like this every meal from now on!
You feed me a bite, I feed you a bite, and your marriage will last longer.
Zhu Fei and Zhang Zetian ate more.
I feel like the indigestible dog food I pull out tomorrow can feed ten Tibetan mastiffs.
After the meal, several people sat together drinking tea and chatting.
Zhu Daqiang and the others have once again transferred one month's dividends to Su Jiang.
Jiangnan Hotpot has a strong ability to make money.
A month's dividends are worth tens of millions.
It can be said that basically every store can earn tens of thousands a month.
I wish Daqiang and the others would leave some funds to prepare for opening new stores in the future.
If the Jiangnan hot pot in the past could have one-tenth of this, it would be considered good.
Of course, this is also due to the hot pot recipe and egg fried rice technology that Su Jiang gave them.
Therefore, every store is so busy every day that all the ingredients are sold out, and the location is open 24 hours a day.
Some stores even have to hire an electrician.
Sometimes the hot pot is left on for a long time and the wiring is burned out.
You can immediately arrange for an electrician to come and repair it.
I wish Daqiang and the others are very satisfied now.
Because the profit brought by Jiangnan Hot Pot to them has more than doubled the money they could make before.
"Su Jiang."
Just when Su Jiang and Zhu Daqiang finished talking about business matters.
Zhang Zetian finally couldn't help but interjected.
"Huh? Mr. Zhang."
When everyone heard Zhang Zetian speak, they immediately became quiet and looked at Zhang Zetian.
"I have improved a lot in my calligraphy recently. I was wondering if you could give me a review."
Zhang Zetian rubbed his hands, eager to show off his hands.
When Zhu Fei heard calligraphy, he was no longer as crazy as before, but there was still light in his eyes.
"Okay, okay! Let's see it together."
He excitedly went to his room and took out his four-piece calligraphy set that had been used less recently.
Rice paper is spread out on the coffee table.
Seeing that Mr. Zhang was about to write, Zhu Daqiang also held hands and brought his wife over to join in the fun.
Because Zhang Lao’s calligraphy and paintings have always been liked by everyone.
Especially for people who are bad at calligraphy, it is a pleasure to see the handwriting written by others who can write calligraphy.
If someone who is not good at reading and writing writes, it is torture, and I wish I could just grab a pen bag, grab the pen, and write by myself.
Five people looked at Zhang Zetian like this.
Zhang Zetian pondered for a long time, holding the brush and not writing for a long time.
Zhu Fei was confused, this didn't look like Zhang Zetian's style.
In the past, every time he wrote, it was as if he had divine help. As soon as the paper was spread out, his words would follow suit.
Why am I so hesitant to write now?
I haven't started writing for a long time.
Zhu Fei looked a little anxious.
Finally, after three minutes.
The pen in Zhang Zetian's hand sank suddenly.
Then it started to move a lot on the rice paper.
Sluggishness and shock gradually emerged in everyone's minds.
Looking at what Zhang Zetian wrote, everyone was confused.
What appeared on the rice paper was no longer neat fonts.
Instead, it was a bunch of extremely sloppy stuff, and I had no idea what it was written on.
Zhu Fei looked at what Mr. Zhang had written and opened his mouth wide. He couldn't believe that what Mr. Zhang had written would actually be something like this.
Su Jiang was even more dumbfounded. Didn't he write well last time, but after not seeing each other for a while, his handwriting became elegant?
Zhang Zetian hesitated for a long time before writing, but he wrote quickly.
In just a few breaths, a piece of rice paper has been filled to the brim.
After he finished writing, he put the brush on the pen holder.
He looked at Su Jiang with some pride and said, "Su Jiang, this is the calligraphy I recently studied. What do you think?"
Su Jiang: "..."
"Mr. Zhang, why do you write such calligraphy?"
Su Jiang asked curiously.
Zhang Zetian pursed his lips and smiled:
"Because I found that when I broke through the perfect limits I set for myself."
"My calligraphy becomes more and more personal."
"Even on the original calligraphy attainments, many new calligraphy skills have been extended."
Looking at Zhang Zetian's rather proud expression.
Su Jiang and Zhu Fei couldn't help but hold their foreheads.
What a joke.
Mr. Zhang was spoiled.
What the hell is written here!
Even if you can’t even understand it, forget it, it’s so ugly.
"How's it going? What do you think of my calligraphy?"
Zhang Zetian didn't feel anything yet and was still immersed in his own calligraphy world.
He asked several people quite proudly.
No one knew what to say, and they all hemmed and hawed for a long time.
I'm embarrassed to expose others, after all, it is really rare to see Mr. Zhang, who has always been strict and rigid, so free and easy.
After writing this, Mr. Zhang became obviously more active.
We chatted and laughed with everyone, especially Zhang Zetian, who seemed to be a very strict person, but in fact he was a person with a lot of inner drama.
I also told a lot of jokes to everyone.
We even played a game of Monopoly with a few young people.
It opened everyone's eyes, it turns out that Zhang Zetian still has such a side.
That night, when Su Jiang and the others returned from Zhu Fei's house, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.
After returning home, Su Jiang was not in the mood to go live.
After taking a mandarin duck bath with Lin Wanqing, they went to bed early.
In the morning, it was only around five o'clock.
Su Jiang was woken up by a phone call again.
Su Jiang, thinking it would be Luo Taihe again, picked up his phone and took a look.
The result was Chu Weiguo.
"Damn, none of these old guys really care about anything. They all want me to die suddenly from lack of sleep, right?"
Su Jiang muttered for a long time.
Finally, when the call reminder was about to end, I picked up the phone.
"Mr. Chu, what's the reason for calling so early?"
Chu Weiguo on the other end of the phone also heard Su Jiang's sleepy voice.
He explained a little: "Su Jiang, calling you like this is disturbing your sleep."
"We have an emergency here."
Hearing this, Su Jiang thought to himself again: You old guys are not serious, you are calling me, and you are disturbing my sleep.
However, Chu Weiguo's attitude was so good that it was hard for him to say anything.
So he asked: "Mr. Chu, has something happened?"
Chu Weiguo's voice was obviously serious: "Su Jiang, tell me the truth, have you ever sold your battery technology to Sakura Country?"
