File had a question mark on his head and pointed to the white and chubby flat thing, which looked like a kind of bread.

"What is this?"

The waiter thought for a long time, "This is called...... It's called Oriental bread. He remembered the words of the red-eyed gentleman.

"Grandpa, I want to eat ......"

Little Rupert had straightened up, grasping the corner of File's coat with one hand and struggling to grab the oriental bread with the other.

"Okay, good, grandpa feed you. Fei Lecai didn't care if he ordered it or not.

The waiter stopped talking when he saw Fei Le's actions.

Tearing off a small piece of it, File brought the oriental bread to little Rupert's mouth.

Little Rupert opened his mouth and swallowed, his expression not the slightest pain.

"I still have to eat ......" took a bite of oriental bread, and little Rupert's face turned rosy.

Seeing little Rupert take the initiative to eat for the first time in half a year, Fei Le couldn't wait to jump three times in place, but Fei Le still suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and continued to tear the oriental bread in his hand into small pieces and feed it to little Rupert.

"I'm going to ...... Drink milk. "Little Rupert was a little thirsty.

Fei Le stretched out his hand, "Bring the milk." ”

Immediately, other members of the family brought the milk.

A room full of people watched intently as little Rupert ates.

Eating oriental bread, little Rupert gradually gained an appetite, and his eyes slowly regained his spirit.

But after all, he was a child, he didn't eat much, and with anorexia for half a year, little Rupert was full after eating half an oriental bread.

After eating, little Rupert gradually fell asleep, and the expression on his face was very peaceful.

File looked up and saw that the hotel manager had arrived at the banquet hall at some point.

For fear of disturbing the Filipino, everyone didn't make a sound, and even the music was turned off.

Pointing to the remaining piece of Oriental bread, Phila said to the hotel manager in a commanding tone: "Mr. Pierce, I will buy at least 10 of this Oriental bread a day. ”

The food that can arouse little Rupert is so hard to find by himself.

"I can understand your feelings, Mr. File, and congratulations to little Rupert, but ...... But ......"

The hotel manager was also very confused when he saw the oriental bread, did his hotel have this thing?

Pierce hesitated in the face of File's request.

"Price is not an issue. File thought that the high price made it difficult for Pierce to speak.

"Mr. File, I know you're not short of money, the key is ...... The point is, this ...... This oriental bread ......" Pierce stammered.

Pierce felt bitter in his heart, he didn't dare to offend the guest in front of him.

Philek is a well-known entrepreneur in Los Angeles, who made his fortune in the import, export and smelting of iron ore, and owns dozens of businesses under his name, and is a true billionaire.

Although he has appeared behind the scenes, he has heard of this resolute method.

"Pierce the manager, this oriental bread was brought by a guest. The male waiter spoke.

The waiter was also very bitter in his heart, just to help the guests warm up the food, but he got involved in such an incident, and the fierce bodyguard made him frightened.

"Yes, Mr. Filer, this oriental bread was brought in by a guest, not from our hotel. Pierce glanced at the waiter gratefully and made a silent note in his mind.

Phila frowned and looked at Pierce, "I'd like to see that gentleman." ”

The waiter approached Pierce, "Manager, that's the gentleman in room 45 on the thirty-third floor." ”

Pierce remembered that the man's name seemed to be Brand, and he had reserved a room yesterday.

Glancing approvingly at the waiter, Pierce bent over Phile, "Please come with me, Mr. Phile." ”

File ordered a few people, and the rest stayed in the room to look after little Rupert, and the group walked towards the elevator in a big way.

......

When Brand's anger was almost exhausted, the hotel manager stepped forward, "Mr. Brand, Mr. Philip wants to talk to you." ”

"Talk to me?" Brand was confused.

"Hello, Mr. Brand, do you still have this oriental bread?"

"Can you tell me where you came from? Money is not an issue. File opened his chips.

"No, I'm not going to tell you. Brand thought that something had happened to Surey's Oriental bread, and that no matter how poor he was, he would not betray his friends.

Su Lei is a nice young man, righteous, brave and responsible.

The oriental bread he gave was fine for his family to eat.

Brand thinks that the old man in front of him has other intentions, and that he has shamelessly stolen his own things before.

Fei Le, who didn't know that he had left a negative impression in Brand's heart, smiled, the business sea has been up and down for decades, and he has developed the ability to see people, and he can see that Brand has some scruples.

"Don't worry, Mr. Brand, your oriental bread can cure my grandson's anorexia. ”

"That's why I'm asking you about it. ”

File reached out and took a check from one of his attendants, wrote a string of numbers in the checkbook and handed it to Brand.

$1000!

"This is my compensation to you. Fei Le said.

Brand glanced at the numbers, unmoved, he remained suspicious of File's identity.

A loaf of bread is worth $1,000, and the 10 that Suray gave to his family are worth $10,000.

Although wealth is moving, this is a trap.

Fei Le smiled slightly, he didn't expect a check to make a person let down his guard against him, he was just showing sincerity.

Glancing at the contract documents scattered behind Brand, Fei Le ordered a few words to the people around him.

The man nodded, walked up behind Brand, and sorted out the papers and gave them to Fiel.

"You can't do that, it's a trade secret. Brand tried to stop it, but thinking that he was about to go bankrupt, his outstretched hand softened.

Look, look at it, I'm about to have nothing.

Fei Le took the document in his hand and flipped through it, a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Brand, do you need a lot of rebar?"

"Looking at the contract, it seems that you can't afford to pay for the goods. ”

"Are you going to laugh at me, sir. Brand glanced at File.

The Filo man is old and sophisticated, and he sees through the trap of the contract at a glance, and instantly understands Brand's predicament.

"No, Mr. Brand. ”

With a smile on her face, Fei Le said slowly, "I want to help you." ”

"Oh?"

Brand is nondeniable.

"You've been trapped. File directly exposed the supplier's calculations.

"I'm willing to supply you at $800 a tonne. ”

The people around Fei Le were shocked when they heard Fei Le's words, is Oriental bread so valuable?

Brand almost thought he had misheard, $800 a ton was a whole $100 less than his original purchase price!

"Sir, are you wrong? Brand thought the Philip was confused.

"I'm not mistaken, I'll supply you at $800 until the project is finished. ”

Fei Le glanced at the tablet handed over by his assistant, which recorded Brand's information and his company's reputation, and in a short period of time, Fei Le had already understood Brand's almost everything.

"Your credibility is good, Mr. Brand, and I would be happy to work with someone like you. ”

"In exchange, you need to tell me the news of the Oriental bread. ”

File held out his hand to Brand, "In my name Mayns File." ”

A name flashed through Brand's mind, Maynes Phila!

The steel tycoon of Los Angeles, who owns dozens of companies under his name, is involved in iron smelting, industry, construction, import and export, and ports, and is an out-and-out billionaire.

I once saw a photo of Fei Le in a magazine, but now Fei Le is a little haggard, no wonder I didn't remember it at the first time.

"I can swear that my purpose is only to heal my grandson. Brand saw a hint of sadness in Filer's eyes.

"I believe in you. Brand took a deep breath.

"Thank you for helping me. Brand felt like he had gone from hell to heaven, and he thanked Suray from the bottom of his heart.

If it weren't for Su Lei's steamed buns, things wouldn't have turned so dramatically.

"The oriental bread I got was ......"

Brand was about to speak, but the door to the room was slammed open, and everyone turned to look.

Peters, the vendor, walked into the room with a cigar in his mouth, and two hours were up, and he came to greet the victory.