Weng Tianhai was moved and surprised, and got up and bowed deeply.

Yang Xiaoji hurriedly helped him up and said, "Brother Weng, don't thank me, in fact, we all have to thank you, because in you, I see what is the real light!"

Qin Zibang also stepped forward and bowed to Weng Tianhai and said, "Boss Weng, I blame you, I'm sorry!"

Weng Tianhai hurriedly said: "It's also my bad temper that I said things that shouldn't be said, but I want to thank this young man even more, but I don't know your name until now!"

Without Yang Xiaoji saying it himself, Qin Zibang introduced: "This is the president of the king company, Yang Xiaoji!"

"Huh?"

Frightened, Weng Tianhai took several steps back.

Think about what is the identity of Yang Xiaoji?

In the city of flowers, that is the existence of mythology.

Now that he is actually standing in front of him, can Weng Tianhai not be shocked?

What he didn't expect was that such a noble identity was so approachable and had no shelf at all.

is still so kind-hearted, so righteous.

Weng Tianhai said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Yang, my ancestors must have accumulated virtue in their previous life, and they can let me know you in this life, I won't say anything, hurry up and bring my best wine, I want to toast Mr. Yang!"

Yang Xiaoji smiled: "You don't want Mr. Yang and Mr. Yang, if you can afford me, just call me Xiaoji!"

Judging from the fact that Weng Tianhai does not forget his roots, he is a person who can be friends.

Walking in this world, you can't always have enemies, people like Weng Tianhai, there is no harm in knowing a few more.

Yang Xiaoji, Weng Tianhai, Qin Zibang, raised a glass and drank together, turning hostility into jade silk, and the pride was like a thousand waves.

As for this bar, Yang Xiaoji originally didn't plan to ask for it, but Weng Tianhai is a person with rules, and if he sells it, he sells it.

Since Qin Zibang likes it, Yang Xiaoji will give it to him.

Qin Zibang was excited, beyond words, and swore that he would definitely run the bar well.

Yang Xiaoji was in a good mood, and after going home, Anne brought the fragrant claypot rice to the table, and Yang Xiaoji picked it up and ate it.

The more you eat this meal, the more fragrant it becomes, Anne was afraid that he would be in a hurry, so she reminded him vigorously: "You eat slowly, there is more!"

After taking a sip of water, Yang Xiaoji said: "Tomorrow, you ask someone to buy more specialties from Huacheng, and in two days, let's go back to the imperial capital, it's the New Year, I have to go and see my old guys!"

Especially the shovel them, Yang Xiaoji felt that Yang Yongtian's side probably forgot about this stubble, and it was time for them to return to their side.

Of course, there is also the most important person, his mother.

However, her mother has gone crazy in the countryside, and it is said that she has even set up a processing factory, and she is busy with those sisters in the countryside all day long, saying that she will not come back for the New Year.

As long as she has a good time, it doesn't matter if she makes money or not.

Anne followed and said: "Over there on the Flower Rain, this seven days, we have earned more than 700 million, and Cao Meng's side has also sent the financial statements, net profit, 3.7 billion dragon coins, because the business of Huacheng has just begun, but the Radium Fire Company, Dynasty Entertainment and Gambling Ship alone, there is more than 2 billion income, Xiaoji, there is too much money to make, how can we spend it? Or we will do charity!"

"No!" Yang Xiaoji was in a hurry, and almost sprayed the food in his mouth on Anne's face.

"You know what my grandfather said, you can spend money any way, but you can't do charity, otherwise he can use a crutch to pick me up, you better think of other ways to spend money!"

Now he still said that it doesn't count, and when he says it in the future, he will spend it as much as he wants, and no one will be able to control it when the time comes.

Of course, Anne also understands Yang Xiaoji's difficulties, so she can only think of another countermeasure.

In the imperial capital in winter, the snowflakes are fluttering and covered in silver, like a fairyland.

Yang Xiaoji held a snowball, that kind of ice feeling, extremely cool.

Anne was in the snow, happy like a child, no matter what she saw, she dragged Yang Xiaoji to take a selfie.

Led by the awl, everyone came to the restaurant where the shovel made them.

The scale can only be said to be average, a typical snack bar, with a few tables scattered in the room, and even chairs are varied.

Yang Xiaoji asked the awl to wait outside first, and he pushed open the door of the restaurant by himself.

As a result, as soon as I entered the house, I saw a few guests who had drunk too much and were loading coins.

One of them, facing the shovel daughter-in-law with a mask on her face, shouted, "What's the matter, we spend money to eat, and you let this waiter serve us?

Lao Smoker smiled and explained: "A few guys, this is my own family, you see that we are also a small business, with our own family, but also to save costs, if you are not satisfied, I will serve you!"

The man didn't give up, smashed the beer bottle on the table, and said, "What's the stubble? When the master talks and farts, isn't it? I want a good-looking waiter now, come and pour wine for the master, what's the matter? No? You can't afford to be a master, can you?"

As he spoke, the man took out a hundred yuan and threw it in Lao Yan's face.

Yang Xiaoji looked at this uncomfortable, if this was before, the old soy sauce could bear this?

But now, for the sake of life, the seven-foot man endured it, and endured it with a smile.

Bent down to pick up the hundred yuan, and continued to smile: "Look at you, how can I think you have no money, don't you? Otherwise, I'll give my brother a few more free beers, even if it's a little bit of my heart!"

However, the man was bullied to death when he met an honest man, and he raised his hand to put his mouth on the face of the old man.

Even Lu Weiwei couldn't stand it anymore, and she was about to do it when she went up, "Why are you beating people?"

Lao Smoker hurriedly dragged her behind him, it was not easy for them to get this restaurant, these few who drank too much, just smashed a table for them, and today was equivalent to doing it in vain.

And the men all stood up and shouted, "Are you loading coins with us? What's wrong with beating him? Are you talking to us, do you believe that you ordered your shop?"

The man who beat the man stood up slowly, patted the old man's face and said, "Something indiscriminate, I beat you, like a dog, you have the ability, you fight back?"

In the back kitchen, the shovel was about to rush out, but it was finally stopped by the hot and big head.

Yang Xiaoji saw it really, and his fists were clenched, but he still had to laugh and say: "How dare I fight back, just be happy!"

"Let me be happy? Okay, let me slap you a few more times, and you will be happy!"

As he spoke, the man raised his hand and was about to hit again, but Yang Xiaoji suddenly burst out and shouted: "Lao Yan, what about your temper? Shovel, what about your temper? Being bullied by a few brutes, whose face are you throwing away? Beat me, beat me to death!"