After chatting with Baylor for a while, the two exchanged phone calls before Baylor left Qingyu Company.

And Song Yunlang was still waiting in the conference room, Song Zixuan naturally did not leave, but went directly to the conference room.

In the conference room, Song Yunlang smoked cigarettes one after another, and when Zheng Yu came in, he could still chat with Zheng Yu, but when Zheng Yu left, he could only continue to smoke.

After all, it is not pleasant to wait for someone alone, not to mention boredom, the key is to be nervous.

He also knew that something was wrong with the TV station, and it was because he had bought shoddy equipment, which was not only boring, but also nervous.

Seeing Song Zixuan and Zheng Yu walking in, he hurriedly stood up: "Zixuan, you ...... Come on. ”

Song Zixuan sat in his seat and lit a cigarette: "Second uncle, I haven't been staring at the TV station today, where have you gone?"

"I ......"

"I don't care if you went to the market or which gentle township you went to, anyway, you left your post without permission today, right?

Facing Song Zixuan's questioning, Song Yunlang couldn't say a word, so he had to lower his head and smoke a cigarette.

"Second uncle, you're not a child anymore, it's impossible for me to teach you the truth about not being late for work, right?

"This ...... Zixuan, this can't be said to be entirely our responsibility, right? Maybe the chef didn't operate it properly?" Song Yunlang raised his head and said.

"! No matter how improper the operation is, it can't catch fire? It's clear that there is a problem with the quality of the stove, what about the invoice? Now find the manufacturer and let them compensate. Song Zixuan said.

Song Yunlang looked embarrassed: "Invoice...... Zixuan, this one doesn't have three packs, it's processed, and I'll ...... it as soon as I see it's cheap. Bought ......"

"What? Second uncle, what do you want me to say about you? Holding a food contest is a good thing, and the people of Quandumen and even the whole country are looking at it, you are not a product? Are you kidding me? You are joking with the reputation of Qingyu Company!"

Song Zixuan said, and slapped the table, which frightened Song Yunlang.

"Zixuan, I'...... I really didn't expect it to be so serious, this thing ...... What will happen?"

Song Zixuan gasped, in fact, he had calmed down this matter, and on the TV station, the solution he said was not only praised by the people around him, but also agreed to the injured.

But at this time, he wouldn't say that, he pretended to think for a moment, and said: "It's still very serious, this matter affects the company's reputation is small, and it's not good...... Second uncle, I'm afraid you have to go in. ”

"Ah, Zixuan, don't scare me, I bought this stove and went in, won't you?"

Song Zixuan was so happy in his heart, listening to Song Yunlang's tone and looking at his expression, it seemed that he really believed it.

"It's definitely okay just to buy a stove, but now something has happened, someone has been injured, and if you are seriously injured when you wait for the appraisal, I think you are really choked......" Song Zixuan pretended to be embarrassed.

"This ...... I, I really didn't expect it, Zixuan, do you have a way? You have to save the second uncle. ”

"Method...... Yes, second uncle, but you have to vomit blood......"

"Huh, how much can it be solved?" Song Yunlang asked.

Song Zixuan said: "I have some ways for law enforcement agencies, and I can also contact the injured through them, try to obtain understanding, and choose compensation to solve it, what do you think?"

"Okay, I said nephew, can't you tell the second uncle directly how much? ”

Song Zixuan thought for a while: "Compensation plus some money...... Second uncle, maybe you have to cut the meat, more than a million. ”

"What? Too much, right? Then I might as well go in and stay for a few days. Song Yunlang obviously didn't intend to accept it.

Song Zixuan naturally won't give up, he is actually going to rip off the bamboo now, you Song Yunlang is greedy for a lot of money from the company.

But you are my second uncle, I won't be like Qin Zhong and He Wei, but it doesn't mean that I don't want it back.

His purpose in asking for this money is also obvious, that is, to open a store with Tang Yaqi, so that no one has to contribute, and the second uncle sponsors all of them, which is good!

"A few days, Second Uncle, are you kidding, why do you have to start in three years, you are not worth more than one million in the past three years?" Song Zixuan said.

"That'...... There are too many keys, Zixuan, can't you have less?" Song Yunlang said.

Song Zixuan shook his head: "It's enough, the injured people have to ask for at least hundreds of thousands, and the rest of the money may not work for the official, don't worry, if it doesn't work, I will refund you the amount." ”

"What?

Song Zixuan sighed: "Hey, if the second uncle is really in the past three years, I will definitely arrange for someone to send you money and let the people inside take care of it, but I heard that those who just went in will be beaten." ”

"Beaten?" Song Yunlang's expression changed.

It's true that his second master Song is rich, but he is not an iron man, and if he wants to be beaten, he shuddered when he thought about it.

"That's right, this is the rule, three days and two heads, and there are no women in the men's prison, it seems that if the head of the prisoner has that kind of need, he will take the newcomer to the knife, which is refreshing. ”

Song Yunlang really couldn't stand it anymore, and his heart trembled when he thought of that.

"It's okay, in three years, I will let Zheng Yu officially take over your business, as for the shares, I will definitely hand them over to my aunt, you don't have to worry about the outside affairs." Song Zixuan said.

"No, no, I Song Yunlang still took out more than one million, Zixuan, you must do it with the second uncle." ”

Song Zixuan smiled: "Don't worry, I will do my best." ”

"That'...... How much?"

"You give me 1.5 million first, and I'll start doing it when I get it tomorrow!"

"Okay, Zixuan, you have to be careful, I'm your second uncle!"

Song Zixuan smiled, second uncle, if it weren't for this relationship, I would have blown you away a long time ago, your attitude towards my father at the beginning, cutting your money is a lesson!

The next day, Song Zixuan went to the Facai Hotel as usual, and in the morning he received a call from Baylor, saying that at four o'clock in the afternoon, he would have a competition on the Crystal Road in the center of the city.

Although the competition is open-air, a tent will be set up temporarily, so that after the competition, it is better to choose passing diners for scoring.

Although this should have been arranged by Huang Fa, Song Zixuan was not worried at this time, no matter what he said now, he and Baylor were friends, in fact, the smell of gunpowder in this competition was not so strong.

After 20 orders, Song Zixuan also practiced the emperor's fried rice twenty times, and seeing that there was still plenty of time, he asked Sang Tianshuo to drive and sent him directly to Wang Chengyong's house.

As soon as he entered the door, at this time, Old Man Wang was looking at a small green jar in front of the table, and Song Zixuan could see at a glance that it was something of the Republic of China.

And the color is high, well-preserved, this object can't be cheap.

"Okay, it's leisurely enough, how about you watching the Republic of China lottery here in the afternoon?" Song Zixuan said.

Wang Chengyong turned his head and glanced at Song Zixuan: "Boy, okay, this time, but this time you can be eye-catching, you??。 ”

As he spoke, Wang Chengyong handed the little green jar to Song Zixuan.

Song Zixuan took it and looked at it carefully, and couldn't help frowning: "The electric stove burns, it's contemporary." ”

Wang Chengyong smiled: "Don't say it, you are really good, I estimate that it is also burned by an electric stove, but it is not too obvious, and I am not sure." ”

"The color is from behind, but the fetus is old, so it can be kept. Song Zixuan said.

"Hehe, boy, your skills are on the rise again, why are you looking for me today?

"No, I'll have something to do in a while, by the way, what you said last time...... Isn't that a good word?" Song Zixuan asked.

Wang Chengyong thought for a while: "What's the matter? What did I say? ”

Song Zixuan's heart was half cold: "Come on, then I didn't say it." ”

Wang Chengyong smiled: "What kind of fart are you holding in your heart? Tell me, what did I say at the time." ”

Song Zixuan sighed and said, "You said at the time that if anyone could get a green iron kitchen knife, you would give him that green iron wok." ”

Hearing this, Wang Chengyong's eyes suddenly widened.

"What are you talking about?"

"I said, you said that someone showed you the green iron knife, so you gave him the green iron pot!"

"Count, why doesn't it count?" Wang Chengyong thought to himself, when did Lao Tzu say this?

However, he is no longer a cook, and it is actually useless to keep the green iron wok, but if he can really see the green iron kitchen knife, it will be considered a pleasure.

"Really?"

"Absolutely!"

Song Zixuan smiled, took out the green iron kitchen knife at that time, and slapped it directly on the table.

"Ouch ancestor, you give me a little lighter, my desktop is red sandalwood. ”

As he spoke, Wang Chengyong looked at the kitchen knife wrapped in newspaper, and then looked up at Song Zixuan again.

Song Zixuan gave him an affirmative look back.

Wang Chengyong slowly stretched out his hand to the kitchen knife, and when he held the handle of the knife, he felt that the heaviness was transmitted.

Immediately afterward, he didn't even open the newspaper, closed his eyes and touched his hand to the body of the knife, and the trace of coldness made him suddenly excited.

A smile slowly appeared on Wang Chengyong's face, and suddenly, when he picked up the kitchen knife, Song Zixuan was startled.

But in the next second, the old man ran out of the house and entered another room in the courtyard.

Song Zixuan also immediately followed, only to see that in that room, Wang Chengyong was taking out a piece of meat from the refrigerator and putting it on the board, got everything on it, and immediately cut out a piece of meat.

Song Zixuan's eyes widened, he had also tried the green iron knife, but it was fresh meat at that time, this was frozen meat, and Wang Chengyong didn't make any effort at all.

The green iron kitchen knife didn't pull back and forth, nor did it press hard, just cut the frozen meat into slices?

Fortunately, what Wang Chengyong said was to let him use it once and send the green iron wok, if he said that he would change it, Song Zixuan would really be reluctant.

Immediately afterward, Wang Chengyong continued to slice it, as if selling mutton slices outside, and cut it into thin slices.

He then spreads the slices of meat and begins to shred, all the while his eyes closed, as if he were playing the piano, including the rhythm of the cuts.

If ordinary people saw it, they would think that this old guy was crazy, but Song Zixuan knew that he was doing what he enjoyed the most now.

In a few minutes, Wang Chengyong slowly shook his head, his face was full of enjoyment, and after cutting the shredded meat, he opened his eyes: "Boy, this knife is real, it's worth using it once, my wok belongs to you!"