Looking at the two friends around him, Jian Heng thought to himself: No wonder rich people are getting richer and richer, simple things may become a business in the minds of these people!

"Let's go, it's not early, let's go to the restaurant, today, let's eat a little simpler, the copper hot pot in the old capital."

Seeing that his housekeeper signaled to himself, He Ye nodded at the others, and then said to Wu Yong and Jian Heng next to him.

Wu Yong and Jian Heng were naturally casual guests, stood up and followed He Ye into the restaurant.

The style of the restaurant is the same simple, there is a hole about sixty or seventy centimeters in the middle of a square table, and there is a cloisonne hot pot in the hole, the diameter of sixty or seventy centimeters is quite large, Jian Heng has never seen such a big hot pot in the market, and it is charcoal.

As soon as I entered the restaurant, I saw a pale flame rising on the chimney of the hot pot, and the soup in the pot was constantly tumbling, and the aroma of the soup overflowing was very intoxicating, and there was a faint smell of medicine.

He Ye invited the two of them to sit down, and after the two of them sat down, He Ye explained to everyone the method and origin of this pot of broth.

"Your hot pot can also be connected with the Qing Dynasty loser? How do I listen fake? After hearing this, Jian Heng smiled and scolded He Ye.

Jian Heng said this, firstly, he was a friend, and secondly, there were no outsiders here, so it was not rude to say this, and he did not mean to make fun of He Ye, it was just a joke.

He Ye was naturally not annoyed, in fact, this was one of the reasons why he liked to be with Jian Heng, everyone likes to be flattered by others, but if this kind of flattery is too much, then people who can talk to him casually will be rare.

People like He Ye who come up are suspicious, and whoever rushes to beg him is not careful, where will there be many friends who can talk like Jian Heng.

Also sitting at the table, it was impossible for Wu Yong to say this to He Ye.

"You think I'm just as nonsense as them, I'll tell you about my recipe here, the Qing Dynasty loser Emperor Qianlong who you said has enjoyed it, okay, I won't have anything to do with you, everyone will try it" He Ye didn't have much to do with Jian Heng, seeing that the dishes on the kung fu table were already full, so he took out a bib and surrounded himself, and beckoned everyone to do it.

Jian Heng stretched out his chopsticks, put one or two rolls of mutton in the hot pot, paused for a little two or three seconds, and when he brought it out, he only dipped it in a little sesame oil and put it in his mouth.

After chewing two bites, I ate it, this mutton is home-produced, that is, a half-sized lamb that I sent to He Ye two days ago, and it is produced by the ranch that is serious.

The mutton in the pasture is not a new thing for Jian Heng, it is delicious, but it is enough to eat it often, so after eating two chopsticks, he turned his target to beef.

As long as you look at the beef here in Heye, you can know that this is Wagyu beef, standard marbling, and it is cut thickly, and it can be cooked thoroughly after being thrown into the hot pot for more than a minute.

Seeing that Jian Heng fished out twice to see if the beef was cooked or not, Wu Yong couldn't stand it anymore: "Actually, you can eat it just now, this thing can be eaten raw meat, you look at how I eat it, this is called the correct way to eat."

I couldn't say that I shook the chopsticks in my hand, and the beef on it was only the color change on the surface, and the whole meat still had the softness of seven or eight points of fresh meat, and I knew that it was not cooked thoroughly at a glance.

"I can't eat that, I like to eat almost all meats, cooked and cooked" Jian Heng smiled and continued to take the chopsticks to turn over the beef in the pot, and when the meat was a little stiff, he took it out and put it in the front saucer, dipped it in the sauce and then opened his mouth, and stuffed the whole meat into his mouth in one bite.

"Oh mamma! Your way of eating is simply ......" Seeing that Jian Heng's two cheeks were stuffed and bulging, Wu Yong really didn't know what to say about Jian Heng.

He Ye also said: "It's a pity that you eat this beef like this."

"It's enough to eat, what's the pity, isn't it just a full stomach, it's not so much exquisite" Jian Heng shrugged his shoulders with a smile.

"Forget it, for the sake of his contribution to the small half table of dishes, we don't care about him!" He Ye was quite speechless.

After speaking, He Ye picked up the wine glass in his hand and touched it lightly with Wu Yong, the two of them took a sip each, put down the wine glass, and continued the so-called high-end way of eating Wagyu beef between the two of them.

After eating a few pieces of beef, he felt that the taste was similar to that raised in his own ranch, and it was not much better, so Jian Heng turned his target to the shrimp on the table.

On the table, this is a large shrimp in the water, produced in the silent lake of Jian Heng's house, almost all of them are palm-length shrimp, and when they were first served, they also saw some shrimp legs paddling back and forth in the air, which shows that this shrimp is very fresh.

At this time, the three of them each found what they liked, He Ye likes to eat mutton, so he specializes in mutton rolls, Jian Heng likes to eat shrimp, so he piled up shrimp shells in front of him, and Wu Yong is here to deal with river fresh, such as fish fillets, river mussels, and snail meat, which all belong to him.

I don't know how the servants chatted, chatting and chatting until Jian Hengding got off the plane.

"When will your plane arrive?" Wu Yong took a river mussel meat and dipped it repeatedly in the saucer, and suddenly a sentence came out of his mouth.

"Did he buy a plane? What model? He Ye asked in surprise.

Jian Heng looked at He Ye's appearance and explained: "It's not like your Gulfstream, I ordered it to be small, Cirrus's S22, which is known as the best single-engine aircraft in the world."

"The plane is good, I've flown it, it's really good for fun," He Ye said.

"You still have a pilot's license, why haven't I heard you talk about it" Jian Heng asked with a smile.

"My pilot license was obtained earlier than you, I got it when I was twenty years old, and it is definitely higher than you, I can fly a small commercial aircraft license" He Ye glanced at Jian Heng with a particularly contemptuous look.

Jian Heng replied to him, almost not angry with He Ye: "You are so idle, you actually have so much time to learn a business license!" ”

Wu Yong saw that this topic was about to deviate again, and immediately said, "When will it arrive?" ”

"Next month," Jian Heng replied.

"What version?" He Ye held back his anger and asked.

"Standard version, otherwise what version" Jian Heng said: "Wait for the plane to come, my side can also upgrade the certificate to a small level, and if there is nothing to do these days, I will go to brush this license."

He Ye thought for a moment and glanced at Wu Yong.

Wu Yongdun understood, and said to He Ye: "The standard version of the United States is about 450,000 here."

He Ye nodded: "It's okay!" ”

He Ye said casually, no matter how expensive it is, it can't be more expensive than his car.

"By the way, I'm thinking of starting a flying club over there, what do you think?" Jian Heng asked at the two of them.

He Ye was curious: "You don't have a flying club near there?" No way? ”

"Yes, there is, but I don't deal with those people, so I want to run one myself, and I don't need to be external, just internally, on the one hand, I can borrow entertainment flight services for the guests of the ranch, and on the other hand, I can also meet the maintenance and repair of my own aircraft," Jian Heng said.

In addition to the place where Jian Heng learned to fly now, there is a small flying club a little west of Marion, about twenty minutes' drive from Jian Heng Ranch, but unfortunately Jian Heng doesn't like the people inside.

"There must be no problem with the venue or something, that is, you have to think about the salary of the personnel, if no one plays the salary of the personnel and the salary of the administrator, you can get a lot of money in a year, I really hit this idea, without a million expenses a year, I can't support this shelf," Wu Yong said.

Jian Heng said: "Let's make a small one first."

He Ye said: "You are wrong, the small one may not save money, in fact, there is almost no difference between the maintenance cost of three and a dozen aircraft, my friend does this, I also know a little, and your aircraft is too few now, just one to do which club."

Jian Heng scratched his head, and his heart was a little drumming. However, after thinking about it for a while, he decided to stick to his own idea, no matter what, he had to put up the shelves of this club first, and when he thought that he was going to get together with those people who didn't like to take care of him, Jian Heng felt extremely unhappy.

"By the way, the matter in South Africa is over, I am here to thank you for doing me a great favor," He Ye said.

Jian Heng was stunned for a moment, and then understood what He Ye mentioned: "As long as you take revenge and relieve your hatred."

"Absolute revenge and absolute revenge, this person is either death penalty or indefinite, even if he can come out in the future, he is seventy or eighty, besides, his wife is now divorced with her children, her reputation is ruined, is it miserable enough for his wife to be separated?" He Ye glanced up at Jian Heng and said.

"It's done!" Jian Heng remembered Chen Cheng's goods, and his heart was tired.

However, when he thought of Chen Cheng and the two women in the space, Jian Heng suddenly felt a little big.

The three of them chatted while eating, from noon to three o'clock in the afternoon, they didn't drink much wine, and they really ate a lot of food, so when Jian Heng drove home, his belly was round and smooth.

When he returned home, Jian Heng just got out of the car, and saw Zhang Jialiang, the kid, running towards him happily: "Boss, boss, we have a new guest here."

"Who?" Seeing Zhang Jialiang's appearance, Jian Heng thought that some super celebrity was coming.

"Blake Hilton," Zhang Jialiang said.

"Who?" Jian Heng was directly stunned.

"Country singer, you don't know it's so famous? You were born in the last century, right? Zhang Jialiang felt that his excitement was suddenly extinguished by the stupid expression on his boss's face.

"Oh!"

Although he showed a very clear appearance, Zhang Jialiang still saw at a glance that his boss didn't know who this big name was.