Hearing Jiang Xiaofan's words, Hu Jiaxin's breathing suddenly became rapid.
He grabbed Jiang Xiaofan's arm and said excitedly: "If you really want so many, I'll give you 5 yuan each."
"Wait a moment, I'll make a call."
Jiang Xiaofan took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed Su Yunhe's number: "What kind of tableware do we use for takeout hot pot now?"
When Su Yunhe heard this, he said bitterly: "Forget it, the disposable tinfoil pot is still used. Many customers have reported that it is not practical, and it is inconvenient for the delivery boy to deliver the food. If it is used..."
Jiang Xiaofan smiled and said: "I have a ceramics factory here. The quality of the casseroles they produce is very good. The key is that the price is very cheap. How about it?"
“Using a casserole as a take-out tableware for medicinal fish hotpot?”
Su Yunhe's voice suddenly rose, and he said in surprise: "Why didn't I think of it? With just a little packaging, we can solve the delivery problem of the takeaway guy, and also give customers a high-end feeling. It is also a good brand for our medicinal fish hotpot."
publicity.”
"Yes, that's what I thought too. Just wait a moment, I'll take someone there later."
Jiang Xiaofan smiled and hung up the phone.
He turned to Hu Jiaxin and said: "Brother, we have already negotiated. We will check the amount later. The money is settled in cash."
"Really? Cash payment?"
Hu Jiaxin asked in disbelief.
"That's right." Jiang Xiaofan nodded, "Let's go, I'll take you to the restaurant."
…
On the outskirts of Xincheng District, a secret underground boxing ring.
On the second floor, on a table by the railing, two people were sitting facing each other.
One was about fifty or sixty years old, with a shiny head and a smile like a Maitreya Buddha.
Opposite him, sat a young man in his twenties. He had a lazy smile on his face and was wearing elegant and expensive clothes. From a glance, he was either rich or noble.
If Jiang Xiaofan were here, he would be surprised to find that this young man's appearance is somewhat similar to Su Yunhe.
The young man stared at the octagonal cage below and said calmly: "Lord Buddha, how are things going?"
Buddha looked at the young man in front of him, with a hint of fear in his eyes. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, we have already arranged for someone to do it. The Shiweixian Restaurant will definitely be destroyed."
"Well, after the matter is completed, I can help you to develop in Jinyang City. Whether it is to clean up your name or expand your underground power, it is up to you."
The young man stood up and lay on the railing and said calmly.
Buddha quickly stood up and said ecstatically: "Then I would like to thank you first, Master."
The young man waved his hand and looked at the octagonal cage below.
Two players were fighting in the cage. One of them was seventy or eighty years old, with white hair combed meticulously, standing calmly in the middle of the cage.
The other one is more than 1.9 meters tall, and his muscles all over his body are like iron lumps, which makes people feel suffocated at first sight.
At this time, the muscular man was in a boxing stance, forcing the white-haired old man step by step. However, no matter how fast and powerful he was, he could not touch the old man's body.
The old man always had his hands behind his back. Every time when the chicken brawny hit him, he would gently move his body to the side, narrowly avoiding his attack.
Judging from his calm demeanor, it doesn't look like he is fighting in the ring at all, but like he is taking a walk in the garden.
The muscular man held his knees with both hands and stared at the old man opposite him with a horrified expression. He was out of breath, and the sweat all over his body was like rain, dripping from his body to the floor.
They had been fighting for half an hour. To be precise, he had been chasing the old man for half an hour.
But he didn't even touch the other party's clothes.
The muscular man took a deep breath and slammed his body into the white-haired old man like a cannonball. He could no longer wait for him to be killed by fear first.
"Buzz!"
The muscular man punched with all his strength, and even the air seemed to vibrate. If it hit an ordinary person, he would probably be seriously injured or disabled.
The white-haired old man didn't dodge. He seemed to be tired of this kind of child's game. He placed a light palm on the chest of the strong chicken man. It was like a palm falling from a fallen leaf, but it carried unparalleled power.
"thump!"
The muscular man felt a pain in his chest, as if he had been hit by a heavy truck, and his whole body hit the iron net of the Octagon cage heavily.
"Ah!" He clutched his chest, the veins on his forehead throbbing in pain. Just when he thought his internal organs were broken, the pain receded like a tide.
"Huh?" The muscular man's eyes widened in surprise. Can he still control the strength of his palm after leaving his body?
how did you do that?
He suddenly thought of a possibility: when the outer martial arts is practiced to the extreme, inner energy may be born in the body.
"You, you are... the Grandmaster?!"
The muscular man took a deep breath, and his eyes changed instantly when he looked at the white-haired old man.
He plopped down and knelt in front of the white-haired old man, and said tremblingly: "I don't know your identity. I was reckless just now, and I have to apologize to you."
The old man smiled and said: "I am one of the young master's bodyguards. You have a good foundation. You are expected to enter the realm of a half-step master before you are eighty years old."
"Thank you, thank you, Grandmaster!" The muscular man shook his head and knelt down to thank the white-haired old man.
When Buddha upstairs saw this scene, he couldn't help but blurt out: "Master of inner strength!"
The young man turned his head to look at it and nodded: "You still have some knowledge. Lao Liu is a master. If you do things well, I can consider letting him teach you."
Buddha was shocked, and he quickly bowed and thanked you: "Thank you, young master, I will do my best."
The young man's promise just now to clear his name and to develop underground forces in Jinyang City did not move Buddha so much. A single instruction from the master made him seem to be a different person.
This shows the importance of the master in their hearts.
"Master, there will be a dog fight tonight, and I will arrange some young beauties for you..."
Before the Buddha could finish speaking, the young man waved his hand and interrupted him: "I am going to Jinyang City to discuss business this time. I stopped by your place and will go back tonight. What can you, a poor and remote person, do?
Good stuff? I don’t know what she was thinking, but she actually chose this place... Do what I tell you, and don’t ask about other things that shouldn’t be asked."
"I understand." Buddha replied with his head slightly lowered.
The young man stretched himself and shouted to Bajiao below: "Go home, Lao Liu. I'm almost suffocated these days. I have to go to Red Rose to relax..."
"Okay, Master."
The white-haired old man walked out of the octagonal cage and followed the young man out of the underground boxing gym.
Buddha looked at the backs of their master and servant leaving, and fell into deep thought.