Xu Qianyu sat down next to Chang Zhaowu, her amber eyes scrutinizing the young man in front of her, her son, the most satisfying work in the world. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Xiao Wu, why are you angry again. Xu Qianyu sighed lightly, his son is still too young, but it is indeed not easy to control such a huge family business at his age, but he can't be like his deceased father now, who can quietly set off a bloody storm in the business world.

"Chang Zhaowen is really a stinky little strong who can't be beaten, and he always goes against me!" Chang Zhaowu grabbed the mobile phone that was picked up by Mao Xiaoye just now, put it back on the desk, lit up the screen and handed it to his mother, "He built a restaurant opposite the food city, and he also found someone to hype it, thinking that this would cover the limelight of the food city!"

Chang Zhaowu said more and more popular: "It's just a small restaurant, even if he can sensationalize the public and make some sensational topics, so what?

Xu Qianyuzai carefully studied the content on the mobile phone, and there was no mention of the relationship between Chang Zhaowen and Chang's Group, nor did she make a fuss about him and Chang Dongsheng's father-son blood relatives.

"This is also a recommended dish!" Xu Qianyu put down her phone and looked up at her son, not understanding why he was mad about such a trivial matter.

Xu Qianyu has never interfered with Chang Zhaowu's handling of official affairs and his attitude towards his subordinates. It's just that...... Compared with scolding at every turn, Xu Qianyu is more inclined to the deceased Chang Dongsheng's invisible, seemingly relaxed, but masterful of the big and small affairs in the group.

"Although this is just a recommendation of the dishes, but-Mom, look at the number of reads and likes under that push--the number of reads has broken 6 figures, which shows how hot this push is?!And the official WeChat of our food city, which push can have more than 5 digits of reads?!We spent so much money, and the promotion effect is not as good as Chang Zhaowen's small shop! Do you think I can't get angry?"

"As you said, Chang Zhaowen's shop is just a small shop. Why are you angry about this little person who is not worth mentioning?" Xu Qianyu gently patted her son's shoulder and patiently comforted.

"Even if he's just a cockroach, as long as he doesn't dangle in front of me, I don't care......" Chang Zhaowu clenched his fists and stared down at the green tendons on his arms, "It's just that he wants to jump under my eyelids!"

"Okay," Xu Qianyu lazily leaned on the leather back of the sofa, tilted her head slightly, her fingers rubbed the huge diamond earrings on her right ear, as if she was a little crooked, and after carefully adjusting the position of the earrings, she stretched lazily, "With your current status, if you want to crush a small cockroach to death, do you still need to use your own brains?" If the people below you are unreliable, don't forget - your uncle, he still has some means to remove obstacles. ”

For a long time before Xu Qianyu boarded the big ship of the Chang family, Xu Qianyu's brother Xu Chengxian has always been a famous bastard, and he has done a lot of things to bully his neighbors and dominate the market.

"Mom, there is one more thing I've been worried about, why does he make our Chang's secret pickled cucumber?

Xu Qianyu's face sank, her brows frowned slightly, and she seemed to suddenly think of something. But then she laughed again: "You have such a big career, and the recipe for this cucumber sauce is just the icing on the cake, and it is not a big deal if you don't have it." What if someone else gets it? Not to mention...... Chang Zhaowen would be naïve to think that he could turn over with a cucumber! We have a thousand ways to crush this cockroach!"

"Squeak-" The heavy door was pushed open by Dusk, and the mother and son on the sofa reacted keenly.

"Who?!" Chang Zhaowu scolded directly, "MD, don't have long eyes? knocked on the door? Did I say let in? I actually dared to push the door in by myself!"

At this time, the study will come to him, it is estimated that most of them are those high-level executives in the company, and he has cleaned up most of the old and young left by his father, but there are still some old guys who don't know the rules, relying on their qualifications and the relationship with their dead father, they will come to the door from time to time to point out.

I really thought I was some kind of great character, and I didn't look in the mirror to see if I had such a big face!

Especially Zhang Chaowei, the financial director of the group, because of the special status of the financial department, Chang Zhaowu could not find anyone to replace him for a while, originally Zhang Chaowei as long as he could honestly manage his financial work, Chang Zhaowu did not necessarily have to move him, but this person came to the door twice in three days to plead for other purged old employees as lobbyists.

But the person who came was not Tony Cheung, the door opened slowly, and no one was seen, until the door was completely open, a wheelchair slowly drove into the study, why was it?

Xu Qianyu stared at the old man in the wheelchair who was dying, her father-in-law, and to her surprise, everyone thought that this old man would not be able to bear the pain of losing his son, and he would die if he couldn't stay up for too long. And now this old guy, there is some red light on his shriveled face, which is obviously much better than at her husband's funeral.

Xu Qianyu's eyes were full of scrutiny, and the old man in the wheelchair also looked at them with interest, and even those dim eyes had a lot of brilliance.

The short silence made the people present a little uncomfortable and depressed, and Chang Zhaowu finally couldn't hold back and spoke first, breaking the embarrassing silence that made everyone embarrassed: "Grandpa, you don't know about Chang Zhaowen opening a restaurant, right? Many people say that his secret sauce cucumber is the same as the secret recipe of the sauce cucumber that was lost in our Chang family!"

The tone of the words was not heavy, but the back pointing was obvious, so he almost pointed to the old man's nose and asked, did he directly give Chang Zhaowen the secret recipe of pickled cucumber.

Very good, Old Man Chang suddenly smiled, and he looked at Chang Zhaowu with a very calm look: "Give it to it." ”

"What do you mean to give it when you give it?" Chang Zhaowu exploded in an instant, if it weren't for the scruples that this damn old man was his grandfather, he would have smashed it with a punch, "Do you know that Chang Zhaowen took our Chang family's ancestral secret recipe to fight against our Chang family's industry, and now his business is getting bigger and bigger, and he knows how to play hype!"

Old Man Chang's face turned off, and he suddenly laughed out loud: "For me, there is no industry of the Chang family, Chang Zhaowen and Chang Zhaowu are all surnamed Chang!"

"Old ...... Dad!" Xu Qianyu's sharp voice suddenly sounded, "Since you also said that Xiao Wu is also surnamed Chang, but you only gave the secret recipe to Chang Zhaowen, this is too unfair, right?"

But what is fairness? When Chang Zhaowen was under the fence of his cousin's house, Chang Zhaowu lived the life of a young master; when Chang Zhaowen was cut off by his father and did not get a dime of inheritance, Chang Zhaowu alone obtained the family's huge inheritance...... At this time, Xu Qianyu didn't think about the word fairness.

Old Man Chang looked at Chang Zhaowu fixedly: "The secret recipe of the Chang family can only be given to the Chang family, and this person must have the ability to control the kitchen! If you can't do it, even if it's your father, my own son, don't want to get anything from me!"

Chang Zhaowu's tone suddenly became eager: "Grandpa, the times are different, and business is much more important than doing everything yourself! Even if Chang Zhaowen knows how to cook again, how much storm can it set off? Your secret recipe is completely different from the value that can be played in our group in his lonely hands!"

Old Man Chang seemed a little tired, closed his eyes, leaned back and leaned back on the back of the wheelchair, and muttered in a low voice: "My things, who is more valuable to them, I will judge for myself!"