Adolf's respectful bow and apology made everyone in the restaurant confused and stunned.
Chen Zongheng just sat there calmly, drinking the red wine in one gulp.
"Next time, put less butter, remember."
Adolf bowed and nodded, "Yes, I understand, I understand, I will bear in mind!"
Chen Zongheng wiped his hands calmly, finished his meal, and stood up.
Qiu Yiren stood up and was about to call the waiter to come over and pay the bill.
As a result, Adolf spoke first.
"Madam, for this purchase, Blue Whale Restaurant will give you a free bill!"
Adolf bowed and said seriously, "From now on, whenever you, a lady, come to my Blue Whale restaurant, all your purchases will be free of charge for life! Customer."
Qiu Yiren's pretty face was astonished, a little dazed.
This, this is free of charge?
If you come to dine in the future, your meal will be free for life??
This is Michelin three stars.
So casual?
With a look of confusion on her face, Qiu Yiren followed Chen Zongheng and walked out of the restaurant.
The Mercedes-Benz motorcade was waiting quietly at the door, and a group of bodyguards looked around to ensure the safety of the surroundings.
Qiu Yi and Chen Zongheng got into the car.
The Mercedes-Benz convoy drove away slowly and disappeared at the end of the night street.
"Do you know that Michelin chef?"
Sitting in the car, Qiu Yiren couldn't hide her inner curiosity and asked.
Chen Zongheng on the side took a puff of cigarette and said casually, "I met him once at a French meeting. The food he cooked was too greasy."
"Oh." Qiu Yiren nodded. At the same time, a trace of doubt flashed in his heart...
A meeting in France? What other meeting in France has this mysterious guy attended? How could he be so respected by three-star Michelin chefs?
I'm afraid Qiu Yiren doesn't know that the French conference that Chen Zongheng mentioned... is an internationally renowned global summit, where political and business leaders from various countries gather together.
At that summit four years ago, it was Chen Zongheng who single-handedly slaughtered all parties.
Since that year, the global summit in France was forced to be cancelled. It has never been held again.
Ten minutes later, the Mercedes-Benz motorcade slowly drove into the Ziyuan mansion area.
This night was still peaceful and profound, without the slightest danger.
But the quieter it gets, the more uneasy Qiu Yi feels.
When will the threats from all directions and the overwhelming revenge of the Huang family break out?
…
The next day, early morning.
Chen Zongheng finished 10,000 push-ups and pull-ups in the villa. After taking a shower, he changed into a neat black suit.
Then, he went straight to Qiu's Manor, which was dozens of meters away.
In Qiu's manor, my sister Qiu Shuangxia was lying in front of the dining table, waiting for breakfast.
However, when she saw Chen Zongheng coming in, the little girl was stunned.
"You're okay?" Qiu Shuangxia blinked his big eyes with a look of disbelief.
Chen Zongheng looked indifferently and glanced at her with his peripheral vision. He disdained to pay attention to this yellow-haired little girl with "big breasts and no brains".
"Ruan Wenyao, what did I do to you??" This little girl originally thought that the damn Chen Zongheng would definitely be dead today, or even if he wasn't dead... he would be at least half disabled. Ruan Wenyao's revenge was very terrifying, no matter what, he had to go in.
I had to stay in the hospital for ten days and a half.
But in the end, early in the morning...this man appeared in front of him safe and sound?
this……
What about Nguyen Van Yao’s revenge?
Nguyen Van Yao, a dandy, has always had the habit of never leaving a feud overnight.
But why...is there nothing wrong with Chen Zongheng?
…
At the same time, Qiu Group Building.
A BMW 5 Series car braked and drifted, stopping arrogantly at the door of the building.
The general manager of the security department... Ding Daman, slowly stepped out of the BMW sedan.
He did not drive the BMW himself, but the driver he hired.
As for him, he enjoys the pomp and circumstance of a boss.
Today he looks very good, and his plump figure is actually wearing an extra-large suit. His hair is combed and covered with a thick layer of gel.
The only weird thing was that his hands, shoulders and arms were wrapped with two thick layers of plaster bandages.
The day before yesterday, both of his arms were disabled on the spot by Chen Zongheng. The joints were dislocated and shattered. Now, he can only rely on plaster bandages to fix them and let them recover slowly.
However, the arms are useless and can be recovered slowly. The doctor said that as long as money is spent, artificial joints can be attached to the arms, and the hands can be used normally in the future.
On weekdays, he has squandered kickbacks and money from countless companies. Spending some money to install an artificial joint is not a problem.
"Hello, Brother Ding."
"Brother Ding, morning."
At the entrance of the group, a group of security guards greeted Ding Daman with great respect.
Ding Daman enjoyed this feeling very much. He greeted the security boys with his hands covered with thick plaster.
"Xiao Wang, light a cigarette for me." Ding Daman ordered with a touch of satisfaction on his plump face.
One of his security guards hurriedly stepped forward, handed the cigarette to Ding Daman's mouth, and then lit it for him respectfully.
"Well, thank you for your hard work. When I get promoted one day, you... are all my capable men. I will give each of you a promotion."
Ding Daman said with a smile on his face.
All the security guards present applauded, with a hint of excitement on their faces.
"I wish Brother Ding a speedy promotion."
"Brother Ding, this position of security director must be yours."
The subordinates all boasted about the horse racing.
Ding Daman enjoyed this taste very much.
He took a deep drag on the cigarette, with deep satisfaction in his eyes.
Since yesterday, Chen Zongheng was taken away by Dongmen’s people.
Ding Daman knew that his chance...had come.
Last night, Chen Zongheng was bound to die!
None of the people Dong Men took away came back alive.
That Dong Men, I guess it was Mr. Ruan who was behind this.
Thinking that he had stood up for Mr. Ruan the day before yesterday, Ding Daman felt more confident about winning.
Once Chen Zongheng dies, the position of the security director will be vacant. With his friendship for Mr. Ruan, Mr. Ruan will definitely help him!
With the support of Mr. Ruan and the support of countless security guards present! Then why should he, Ding Daman, not be promoted?
As for that Chen Zongheng? Ha...at this moment, I'm afraid he has turned into a corpse.
Thinking of this, a sinister smile appeared on Ding Daman's fat face.
"Help me in." He took a deep breath from his cigarette and ordered slowly with a hint of boss style.
Two of his security guards stepped forward respectfully, supported his fat body weighing two hundred kilograms, and slowly walked into the building.
The men helped Ding Daman into the elevator.
Ding Daman suddenly said slowly, "Press the 99th floor for me. I want to go to the 99th floor."
The two security guards nodded and quickly pressed the elevator button on the ninety-ninth floor.
Soon, the elevator rose to the 99th floor and opened the door.
Ding Daman slowly walked out of the elevator with the support of two of his subordinates. Then, he walked all the way to the door of Chen Zongheng's office.
With a cigarette in his mouth, he looked meaningfully at the sign in front of the door: Security Director's Office.
Gradually, a smile appeared on Ding Daman's mouth.
He kicked open the office door, and then slowly walked into the office under the surprised eyes of his colleagues in administrative positions.
Standing in the security director's office, Ding Daman's eyes became excited. His eyes scanned the surrounding office environment.
The director's office is so spacious and luxurious.
His eyes were excited and his breathing was rapid.
Soon, this place...will become his Ding Daman's office.
With a cigarette in his mouth, he slowly sat down on Chen Zongheng's seat, feeling the soft sitting posture of the chair.
"How's this office?" Ding Daman asked his two subordinates with a smile on his face, pretending to be a powerful one.
"Big, really big!"
"Congratulations, Brother Ding, this office will be yours in a few days." The two subordinates said with an attentive smile.
The smile on Ding Daman's face became even more unscrupulous. His fat face was distorted by the smile, and his eyes were almost covered by the fat.
…
At this time, downstairs of Qiu's Building.
A row of black Mercedes-Benz cars were slowly stopping at the door downstairs.
Chen Zongheng, wearing a straight suit, slowly stepped out of the Mercedes-Benz.
Qiu Yiren got off the car immediately.
"Whose car is this?"
Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes glanced at the BMW parked at the door and asked in confusion.
"Uh, Mr. Qiu... it belongs to Manager Ding. I'll help him drive away immediately." A security guard came forward and hesitated.
Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes lightly frowned, without saying anything, she turned around and walked into the building...
Chen Zongheng looked indifferently, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and followed in.
