Hearing this voice, several people were stunned. Zhang Kui's slap that was about to fall also stopped, and his eyes were staring at the middle-aged man in a suit and ties behind Song Zixuan.

Yang Dahui was even more serious. He looked up and down the middle-aged man in the shortest time and immediately confirmed that his identity was extraordinary. As for Mr. Song, he mentioned, there was no other person in this restaurant except Song Zixuan.

He is looking for a waiter? How could the waiter know such a wealthy person? Just looking at the Audemars Piguet watch on a man's wrist, it is at least tens of thousands. This is the official price. The price now is 300,000 to 400,000 is not much.

Song Zixuan turned around and was surprised at first. He naturally knew this middle-aged man. He ate a portion of fried rice here last night, but... today, he seemed to have a more aura, and there were two people following him today, one in his fifties and the other in his twentys.

"It's you!" Song Zixuan said.

"Haha, Brother Song, I'm here to make the meal." Lin Tiannan smiled happily.

Hearing this, Song Zixuan felt a little embarrassed, grabbed the back of his head and smiled silly, "Haha, it's not, it's just a bowl of fried rice."

Lin Tiannan shook his head and smiled: "It's nothing for you to have a bowl of fried rice, but it's a good start for me."

Song Zixuan couldn't understand Lin Tiannan's words. In his opinion, Lin Tiannan was very particular. He was just a bowl of fried rice, but he was so serious about how many dollars he was.

As he said that, Lin Tiannan looked around and said, "Who is the boss?"

"I am, I am." Yang Dachui said hurriedly, and reached out to shake hands.

After listening to their conversation, Yang Dachui also heard some meaning. It seemed that the waiter was really lucky to be able to become such a nobleman.

Looking at Yang Dachui's hand stretched out, Lin Tiannan had no reaction. He obviously did not intend to shake hands with him and said, "I ate a fried rice from Mr. Song yesterday. Today I came to make the rice money, but... I seemed to find that someone was not polite to Mr. Song!"

As he said that, Lin Tiannan looked at Zhang Kui. Zhang Kui was a rude man and usually cursed, but even so, facing Lin Tiannan's aura, he was immediately suppressed. At this time, he couldn't say a word. He looked at Yang Dachui, obviously asking for help, after all, he was the boss here.

Yang Dachui also gave him a look, as if saying, I can't help you, this man seems not to be simple...

"Sir, I'm a guest when I come. Let's sit down and talk." After all, Yang Dahui is also an old man. Knowing that Lin Tiannan is not an ordinary character, he hurriedly asked someone to sit down. First of all, this is a way to entertain guests, and then he will help Zhang Kui.

Several people sat down. Yang Dachui asked the waiter to make a pot of tea and said, "The shop is simple and the greetings are not good. I wonder if your surname is yours?"

Before Lin Tiannan could speak, the man in his fifties took out a business card and handed it to Yang Dachui.

Seeing the name on the business card, Yang Daechui suddenly widened his eyes: "Lin Tiannan? Are you Chairman Lin of Zhong'an Group?"

Song Zixuan was stunned when he said this. Although he didn't know what group, he immediately knew the other party's status when he heard the three words "Chairman".

He is indeed a big shot, he is a chairman...

"What? Is it strange that I am Lin Tiannan?" Lin Tiannan said with a smile.

"No, no, no, I just didn't expect that our shop would come to a big man like you." Yang Dahui said.

"Big man? I don't think so. The biggest person in this store should be Mr. Song." Lin Tiannan looked at Song Zixuan, and he knew that this was definitely not a joke when he heard that.

Yang Dahui also looked at Song Zixuan. He couldn't imagine what Song Zixuan did and asked this big man to say such things...

"Chairman Lin, I don't quite understand what you said. Zixuan is my friend. If there is anything that is not done properly, please bear with me."

Yang Dachui said this on purpose. He knew in his heart that Lin Tiannan must have admired Song Zixuan. At this time, he pretended to protect him and would naturally be recognized by the other party.

"No, not only is there no, but Mr. Song also gave me an unforgettable meal."

Afterwards, Lin Tiannan told the story last night, and Yang Dachui knew the whole story. Zhang Kui on the side said, "Boss, then he can't move my stove."

"Shut up, Zixuan stares at the store, what are you doing?" Yang Dachui glared at Zhang Kui suddenly, and the latter didn't dare to speak at all.

After saying that, Yang Dahui looked at Lin Tiannan again and said, "Chairman Lin, it's just a bowl of fried rice, why are we so embarrassed to collect your money?"

Lin Tiannan smiled and waved his hand: "Hahaha, you're welcome. The money must be given, and I have a special invitation."

"Special invitation?" Song Zixuan asked.

"Well...Mr. Song, what if you are willing to give Lin a face... That's right, I plan to open a few chain restaurants under Zhong'an Group. I would like to ask you to come and give me some advice."

After hearing this, Yang Dahui was confused. It was incredible that a big man like Lin Tiannan actually talked to Song Zixuan and called him "you".

However, he even heard another meaning, that is, Lin Tiannan had already given up an olive branch. As for the reason... he couldn't think of it, whether it was because of this favor or the bowl of fried rice.

If it is because of favor, why do such a person have to have dinner in his own restaurant so late? And why do he thank Song Zixuan so much? This makes sense.

But if it was because of fried rice... Yang Dachui wanted to know what kind of fried rice Song Zixuan made!

"This..." Song Zixuan looked at Yang Dahui with some embarrassment.

"Haha, Mr. Song, don't worry, I will give you a reasonable salary. You get 800 yuan in Chunxiangcao Restaurant, right? I'll give you a hundred times, how about 80,000 yuan in monthly salary?"

Everyone present was very surprised when they said this, but in Lin Tiannan's eyes, Song Zixuan was worth 80,000 yuan per month. If he could start the catering industry with Song Zixuan's cooking skills, with his business experience, the return rate would not be less than 10,000%!

The reason is very simple. At that time, Emperor fried rice was popular all over the country, and Song Zixuan's fried rice reminded him of the catering myth. He dared not say that what Song Zixuan cooked was Emperor fried rice, but he was willing to gamble with a mere 80,000 yuan monthly salary, and what he bet was that this fried rice could once again spark the myth of the catering industry.

Song Zixuan couldn't believe it at all, 80,000 yuan? In his opinion, this amount of money would not have anything to do with him. He could be happy even if he had 80,000 yuan a year, but it was actually a monthly salary?

Zhang Kui on the side was even more confused, 80,000 yuan... He was so awesome every day that he only earned 5,000 yuan a month.

"Ahem... Zixuan, this is an opportunity," Yang Dachuiqiang said with a smile, "Chairman Lin respects you, you should thank you."

"Ah?" Song Zixuan was a little confused. Happiness came too suddenly, and he could not even accept changing his future life.

Lin Tiannan smiled and said, "How about Mr. Song, are you willing to promise me?"

"Chairman Lin, Zixuan is young and has never seen any world. Let's do this. I will deal with it for him first. But look, although my small shop is not big, it also requires manpower. Give me a buffer time. Can I find a friend to serve him?" Yang Dachui said.

Lin Tiannan thought for a while and said, "Let's listen to Mr. Song's opinion."

"I... listen to the boss." Song Zixuan looked at Yang Dachui and said.

After all, Song Zixuan has been working in Chunxiangcai Restaurant since he didn't go to school. In terms of face, he was not embarrassed to agree to Lin Tiannan so happily.

Upon hearing this, Lin Tiannan laughed: "Okay, that's the decision, Mr. Song, I'll wait for your news."

After Lin Tiannan finished speaking, he stood up and said a few words to the man in his fifties beside him, and then walked out of the restaurant.

The man approached Song Zixuan, took out two cards, one gold and one white, and said, "Mr. Song, this is the chairman's business card, with a phone number on it. You can contact the card at any time. You can spend in any place under the group, and your consumption record will be directly connected to the company's account, which means you do not need to pay any fees."

Song Zixuan couldn't say a word with the card, the chairman's business card, the group's consumption card, he had never been exposed to such things...

After the few people left, Zhang Kui looked at Yang Dachui with an awkward look: "Boss, this matter..."

"What's this? Look at what kind of noble people are Zixuan's friends? What's wrong with your stove?" Yang Dahui glared at Zhang Kui fiercely. His attitude was completely different from before...

Zhang Kui felt so confused, but there was nothing he could do. The boss's attitude changed. What else could he do? He could only hold back his breath and go back to the kitchen to cook.

That night, after get off work in the restaurant, Yang Dahui asked everyone to go home early, and asked Song Zixuan to stay.

Song Zixuan also knew in his heart that he was about to leave, and the boss might have something to tell him.

Yang Daechui is famously stingy. In addition to being generous to his daughter, he gives less to his employees. However, Song Zixuan is still very grateful. After all, he worked in Chunxiangcai Restaurant after he didn't go to school, so that he could make a living.

Yang Dachui brewed a cup of tea and said, "Waiter, Chairman Lin invites you today, what are you planning?"

Hearing this sentence, Song Zixuan was slightly stunned. Yang Dachui didn’t agree to Lin Tiannan during the day, but now he asked himself what he planned?

"Boss, I have no plans. After all, I don't think I have any cooking skills..."

Yang Dachui nodded slowly: "Young people have the most important thing to be self-aware. Not everyone can get this 80,000 monthly salary. Sometimes they still need to be down-to-earth, what do you think?"

Song Zixuan seemed to understand what Yang Daehui meant. He... seemed to be keeping himself.

After that night, Song Zixuan felt that his world had suddenly changed. His boss was too lazy to pay attention to him, but today he wanted to keep him so earnestly. It was even more incredible that a person like Lin Tiannan gave an invitation to him, and all this... seems to be derived from that recipe.

"Well, how about you stir-fry a portion of fried rice for me?" Yang Daechui said when Song Zixuan did not answer.

"Ah? I...I'll fry?"

"Yes, follow yesterday's cooking method." Yang Dachui nodded.

Song Zixuan hesitated for a few seconds, nodded and walked into the kitchen.

Soon, the sound of the stove sounded and a scent came out. When she smelled the fragrance, Yang Dahui was stunned...

"This...is...Imperial fried rice?"
Chapter completed!