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In the morning, an inside piece of information circulated among the owners of the restaurant on 1201G Street.

Yesterday a White House office member got drunk and leaked the news that His Excellency the President was going to dine on 1201G Street today with Mr. Joseph, the former chairman of the President's Council of Economic Advisers, and the entire 1201G Street restaurant owner was discussing the matter.

"Hey, did you hear that?"

"What did you hear?"

"Your Excellency the President and Mr. Joseph are coming to dine on 1201g Street!"

"The president is coming over for dinner, which restaurant are you going to?"

"I don't know, anyway, there are only a few famous restaurants on this street, and our restaurant is also very promising. ”

"That's not necessarily, our restaurant is really promising, but we are an authentic American restaurant!"

"Hehe, you continue to be delusional, I'll go back and prepare, and I must make a good impression on the president. ”

Before noon, this rumor has been confirmed to be true, because the president of the United States imperialism will inevitably close the road, and whoever encounters it will have to stand back and wait, the reason is that there are four presidents in the history of the United States imperialism who have been assassinated, if you count the assassination attempts and premeditated ones, no less than 20 times, so the news has been conveyed at noon on 1201g street, so that the major businesses are ready, and everyone is curious, which restaurant will the president go to?

Human curiosity is always endless.

In the afternoon, four o'clock.

Health Restaurant.

There were almost no diners, just people passing by the door talking about the president's trip.

Zhang Wei, who was sitting behind the cash register, smiled slightly, Delhi was very rampant yesterday, and today he took out the promotional card, clearly trying to destroy the "neighbor" health restaurant, for this reason, he specially invited the president to come over for dinner, and it should be able to suppress Delhi's arrogance when the time comes!

Cheng Lin on the side was lonely, turned her head and asked, "Son, who are you going to invite to eat here today?" Do you still want to see how bad your mother's business is? By the way, you also asked me to change the price of the meal five times, I'm afraid that my business is not bad enough?" She didn't know that Zhang Wei had invited the president, thinking that Zhang Wei had discovered the embarrassment of the restaurant, and helplessly glanced at the cold and glamorous eyes of the closing day.

Du Yujuan, who was sitting in front of the cash register, also looked over, and she temporarily acted as a cashier.

Hearing his mother's words, Zhang Wei leaned back in the chair and explained unhurriedly: "Your price was too cheap at the beginning, so the business was poor, Mom, you should believe me in this, right? As for the person who invited him to dinner, he was a very distinguished guest anyway, and you will know it then." ”

"Of course I believe in my son, not to mention five times the price of the dish, even ten times the price of the food, I also believe it!" Cheng Lin joked bitterly: "I guess, is it difficult to become the president or you invited it?"

Zhang Wei blinked, also with a joking tone, "That's not necessarily!" He knew that no one would believe what he said, so he simply didn't explain it for the time being, after all, the presidential status of the US imperialists is too special.

"Don't be kidding, how can you invite the president to the president?" Cheng Lin quipped: "Don't talk about the president, you haven't even visited the White House, do you still have a special function to give the president a dream and ask him over for dinner?"

Zhang Wei smiled, didn't prepare to explain anything, looked at the clock hanging on the wall, the time was almost up, and the food reporters who had spent money and used his connections to invite should be almost there, so he got out of his chair and walked outside the store.

……

Downstairs.

and other food journalists.

Suddenly, a shrill voice came from behind-

"Yo, isn't this the young owner of health? Yesterday you came to my store to spy on the military? How is your business today?"

Zhang Wei didn't even know who it was before he returned, and he wasn't the arrogant Indian restaurant tycoon Derry? Seeing that the reporter hadn't come yet, he lazily said to Delhi, who was wearing a blue shirt, who walked up to him: "Does it have anything to do with you?"

Delhi straightened his collar and said, "Of course it has something to do with me, when you can't do it, you can sell the store to me, and then I can expand my business!"

Hehe, Zhang Wei really wants to laugh, this Ah San really doesn't leave a bottom line as a person, but the neighbor doesn't look up and look down, "Maybe you can't do it and sell the store to me?"

After seeing Zhang Wei enter the health restaurant at noon today, he roughly understood that Zhang Wei was the son of the owner of the health restaurant, and couldn't help but be a little happy.

He also wanted to hit Zhang Wei again, and said, "Do you know that the president will come to eat on this street today?" After a pause, "Which restaurant do you think a distinguished guest like him would go to eat? Maybe it's a health restaurant!"

In fact, Delhi was very sure that the president would not go to Zhang Wei's restaurant for dinner, if nothing else, because the health restaurant was newly opened and it was not famous, so how could the president go there to eat? He felt that it was more likely to go to his restaurant, after all, his Indian restaurant was well-known on this street.

Even he deliberately said that he would not go to the health restaurant just to be angry, Zhang Wei went to his restaurant yesterday to spy on the military.

Seeing that Zhang Wei didn't answer immediately, Delhi laughed again, "What? Don't you have confidence in the president going to the health restaurant? How can you run my restaurant without confidence?" In his opinion, the president will not go to the health restaurant 100 percent, which is a naked humiliation!

Who knows, Zhang Wei suddenly had a smile on his face, nodded and said, "I believe that the president will come to the health restaurant." ”

Belch......

Delhi was stunned for a moment, what's the situation? This kid doesn't understand the teasing? Why is he still energetic? Then he thought about it, he couldn't help but smile, this is okay, no matter which restaurant the president goes to, he can hit Zhang Wei again, and the Michelin food detective will come later, and after the selection is over, his Indian restaurant will hang a three-star logo, and the health restaurant will still have a reason to continue?

Thinking of this, Delhi almost laughed, tried to hold back his laughter, pulled the corner of his clothes, and said, "Then I can congratulate the president on going to eat at Health!" He is a real catering tycoon, and it is not easy to clean up an ordinary restaurant?

Zhang Wei said solemnly: "Thank you for your congratulations." He knows very well what Delhi's idea is, nothing more than to stimulate his family, but this Ah San is destined to be disappointed, today the president really invited himself, and invited so many food reporters to come and report, health will definitely be famous in the future, and then operate, it is not a problem for business to overpower the restaurant in Delhi, and I am afraid that it will be enough for this Ah San to drink a pot.

Zhang Wei and Delhi looked at each other, smiled thoughtfully and didn't speak again, they were all waiting for someone.

At this moment, a fat man about fifty years old with a rosacea nose walked out of the French restaurant opposite.

He greeted Derry from afar.

When he got closer, he said, "Hey, Delhi, are you standing at the door waiting for His Excellency the President to come to your restaurant for dinner?"

"I don't think the president would come to my restaurant, because he said he would go to their restaurant." He said to Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei felt a little funny, and he didn't bother to deal with Derry's expression.

But the rosacea nose was curious, "Boy, which restaurant is yours?"

Zhang Wei looked at him, and then replied, "health." ”

"Health?" Rosacea glanced at Zhang Wei in surprise, suddenly laughed, shook his head and said, "It turned out to be your family!"

Zhang Wei ignored him, and looked at whether there were any food reporters coming over on the street, anyway, when people were there, they would go up, who wanted to have too much communication with Delhi and this rosacea.

Unexpectedly, the rosacea nose asked again, "Do you think the president will go to health for dinner?"

Zhang Wei yawned, "Can't you?"

The corners of Delhi's mouth curled, and he couldn't help but laugh in his heart Zhang Wei's delusional thoughts.

"Yes, yes. The rosacea nose raised her head slightly, "But I think it's more likely to go to my restaurant, do you know why?"

Too lazy to take care of it, Zhang Wei took a step to the side.

The rosacea nose took a step over and said to himself, "Because my restaurant is very famous in the government department, even the secretary of state has come to eat this year, just the thin and tall old gentleman." ”

Don't you know that the secretary of state just changed last year? Now the secretary of state is not an old gentleman, but the first female secretary of state in the history of US imperialism! I didn't want to take care of the nose of the lees, but it was quite interesting to listen to his bragging, and the person who was waiting for it had not yet come, Zhang Wei looked slightly, pretended to admire, and said: "Ouch, you don't know Taishan with eyes, it turns out that uncle, you are so powerful, and the restaurant has such a wide range of contacts, amazing!"

Derry pouted, this kid really hadn't seen the world.

Seeing Zhang Wei's expression, he laughed, patted his belly and said, "Of course, I know a lot of big people in Yorick." ”

"Ah, Uncle Yorick, who else do you know?" said Zhang Wei.

"That ......" Yorick racked his brains and thought for a while, for a while he really couldn't think of any big people, and suddenly his mind popped up with the president tonight's dining partner, and immediately said proudly: "Does Mr. Joseph, Vice President of the World Bank, know? Every time I invite him, he comes to my restaurant for dinner!"

Zhang Wei was a little speechless, this cowhide boasted, Mr. Joseph almost didn't eat out, even when he came to the health restaurant to eat, he also made a show when he opened on his face.

Seeing that this topic could not be talked about, Yorick changed the topic and was still bragging, "Don't look at my French restaurant is not as big as the two of you, but I have a big face, not only do I know those big names, many food magazine reporters buy my face, for example, port-magazine, do you know? There are only two books a year, and I have also been in the restaurant!"

Suddenly, a sturdy woman came out of the French cuisine, crossed her waist and shouted: "Bastard Yorick, the taste magazine you invited today pushed the reservation, saying that you want to interview other restaurants, come back quickly, the store is busy and no one serves food!"

Derry laughed, he liked to laugh at people the most, he thought it was a kind of fun.

Yorick, who was punctured in the cowhide, blushed, turned his head to look at Zhang Wei, and said, "I'll ...... when I'm free."

Before he could finish speaking, a commotion came.

"What a lot of food journalists!"

"How can there be so many food reporters today?"

"Could it be that you interviewed that Indian restaurant? Damn, you can't do it!"

"Alas, no way, you should all know that the owner of that Indian restaurant is the top restaurant tycoon in India!"

Even many of the men and women who were preparing to dine stopped, and they were curious, with so many food reporters and such a large formation, which restaurant to go to?

Zhang Wei looked up and saw that a large group of food reporters carrying cameras and recording pens were crowded towards this side, and it could be vaguely heard from the tone of the stammering that these 20 or so people were the owners of restaurants on this street, as if they wanted these food reporters to do an interview.

The crowd is getting closer and closer, Zhang Wei is ready to greet him, these food reporters are all invited at their own expense.

Yorick suddenly pointed happily, "The taste of the home food reporter I invited Paul is here!"

Side.

Delhi was also a little surprised, how could a dozen food reporters suddenly appear here? He didn't believe that Yorick had invited him, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was attracted by the news that the president was coming to dine here? He was so happy that if the president went to his restaurant for dinner, then these reporters would follow suit, and it was just a wave of free publicity!

"Paul, your taste magazine is the best food magazine in the United States, so be sure to check it out in our store. A young boss flattered: "I invite you to a nightclub at night." ”

"Let's talk about it. Paul was expressionless, and then said, "I was invited to a restaurant today to do an interview, and I am not available for the time being." ”

A female boss asked curiously, "Which restaurant invited you?"

The other two dozen bosses all looked over.

Paul pointed ahead and said, "Right ahead." ”

Front?

French Restaurant?Indian Restaurant?

Many people showed envy.

The woman didn't think about health either, after all, health business was so bad, "Is it an Indian restaurant?" she thought was the most likely.

"Indian restaurant?" Paul looked at the other colleagues, none of whom knew exactly what the health restaurant was doing, and only came after receiving an urgent order, so he pointed to the second floor and said, "Is that an Indian restaurant?"

Those restaurateurs looked over and showed disappointment, sure enough, they still went to the restaurant in Delhi!

Paul and the food reporters ran towards the health restaurant, and neither Derry nor Yorick could hear what was going on, and both smiled and groaned.

Yorick also looked back at Zhang Wei, "Hey, do you see? These food reporters are all coming to my restaurant for interviews, do you know how well-connected I am?"

Zhang Weiquan listened to jokes and did not express his opinion.

At this point, Derry laughed too, thinking that it was more likely that the reporters would go to his restaurant, because Paul had just pointed to the second floor.

Seeing that the group of food reporters was getting closer and closer, Yorick took the lead to greet him, he was still complaining in his heart, Paul was really joking, and he called just now to say that he had pushed the appointment, and now he actually came with a large group of food reporters, which is interesting enough, and he didn't care about bragging with Zhang Wei anymore, so he hurriedly stepped forward and opened his hands, and laughed, "Paul, you bastard moved me so much!"

Paul didn't look at him, just passed by, and then smiled and said, "Which of you is the owner of the health restaurant?

Everyone was dumbfounded!

More than a dozen food reporters are going to health restaurants?

, this store is not famous at all, how can it be followed by so many reporters who have nothing to do?

I'm relying on your sister, is there a mistake?!(To be continued.) )