But what happened to Wuwei Restaurant, Leng Mingyue didn't know.

"My father always wanted to open a restaurant, but when people in the business world found out, they discussed with my father and said that it was a share investment."

Leng Huaijin lowered his voice and explained: "But the business of the restaurant has not been good, and it continues to lose money, so the owner has complaints. ”

"Qingfeng doesn't seem to be bad for these owners."

Leng Mingyue thought of the gate made of pure gold, and wondered: "Why do you want to agree to cooperate?" ”

And the word Zhao family is a bit coincidental.

"My cousin doesn't know."

Leng Huaijin shook his head: "Dad agreed to that group of people to join the shares, not for that little money, but to win over the rest of the merchants."

In the past ten years, a new business name has risen in Dijing, called Zhao's firm, and the momentum is very strong.

Originally, the two families had nothing to do with each other, but the Zhao family moved the heart of disintegrating the Qingfeng business and has been forming gangs in the business world.

They tried to use their interests to unite retail investors and launch an attack on Qingfeng Firm.

The reason why the owner made trouble this time was because the Zhao family also opened a restaurant, called Qiluo Restaurant. ”

"Seven spirits are very hostile to five flavors?" Leng Mingyue also had no idea of continuing to eat.

If a person's three souls and seven souls are gone, he will not have the life to eat and taste the five flavors.

"The owners are not short of these dollars." Duan Ying snorted coldly: "They just want to embarrass the Leng family!" ”

The owner has begun to stand in line, which does not bode well for the Leng family.

"Return the full amount to them, let them go!" Leng Qinglan waved her sleeves.

Is it really rare for the Leng family to support them?

"Yes......" The bearded man lowered his head.

When he was about to withdraw, Leng Mingyue raised his voice and said, "Stop." ”

The eight-handed housekeeper was stunned, he had just come back from outside, and he didn't know who Leng Mingyue was.

"Submit the bill, I'll take a look." Leng Mingyue stretched out her hand, meaning to let people put the bill in her hand.

She really has no interest in billions of money.

But if the uncle's family is unwilling to take over, she can't force others.

And since she chose to take over, she might as well start with this matter.

The middle-aged man with a beard did not move at all.

"Give it to her!" Leng Qinglan ordered: "She is the eldest brother's daughter Leng Mingyue, the new helmsman of Qingfeng Firm!" ”

Ba Xuanhu's face was full of shock, and after reacting, he immediately handed over the bill:

"Miss Leng, please take a look."

Leng Mingyue took the bill and flipped through it one by one, her eyes getting colder and colder.

This is a fake account.

Where it is written that there is a small profit, it is actually a small loss.

Where it is written that there is a small loss, the actual blood loss.

Someone got in the way.

"What's your name?" Leng Mingyue closed the account book and asked Ba Hu.

"The old slave's name is Leng San, he has been with your father for more than ten years, and he is the little housekeeper of Leng Mansion.

When the big housekeeper Leng Er goes to wait for you at the city gate, the old slave will be in charge of the affairs of the Leng Mansion. ”

Leng San bowed his head and replied, with a humble attitude.

"Got it, stand down." Leng Mingyue waved her hand, and there was no fluctuation of joy and anger between her eyebrows, which made people unable to guess what she was thinking.

"This ......" Leng San raised his head, very embarrassed: "Miss Leng, the owner is really in a hurry." ”

"Urgent?"

The corners of Leng Mingyue's lips rose, and she slammed the ledger on the table:

"Since you are in such a hurry, then I will bother your old man to decide this matter, and the junior will not dare to delay."

Leng San looked at the ledger that fell on the table and didn't speak.

He had the illusion of a ledger slapping his face.