Seeing Sang Tianshuo's good thing, Song Zixuan was helpless. Why do you think this man who looks about 1.8 meters tall loves to inquire about things?

"Mainly because this is family matter, I'm not happy to say it, but..." Song Zixuan thought for a while and smiled, "Tell me to my friend, maybe it's OK."

Hearing this, Sang Tianshuo felt happy, his expression changed immediately, and he smiled and said, "Family affairs? Is it my grandma's affairs? Yesterday I saw you making her angry and cried!"

Upon hearing this, Song Zixuan frowned: "Can you stop talking about grandma? Yesterday, you screamed and scared my mother. We know we are masters and apprentices, but my mother who doesn't know thought I adopted an adult son."

"Haha, these are all small problems, don't worry, what's going on?"

Song Zixuan smiled: "Give me Gen'eryan, you are really gossip."

Lighted a cigarette, and the two sat on the steps at the door of the Dashi Dai and chatted. Song Zixuan also told the matter. If it were in the past, he would definitely not tell anyone else. However, he didn't have many friends, and Sang Tianshuo was one of them. I would complain about it... it was indeed a little more comfortable.

"I'm... that dog guy dares to scold my grandma? My master killed him. Master, wait for me to book a ticket, let's kill Lanyuan!" Sang Tianshuo said angrily.

Seeing him seemingly angry than himself, Song Zixuan glanced at him: "You're so excited, I haven't said anything yet."

"Nonsense, that's my breasts, Male Gobi's dog thing. I had to go to his house to scold his mother to relieve my anger." Sang Tianshuo cursed.

"Come on, I plan to ask Zheng Hui for leave before the eighth master's house is finished, go to Lanyuan and bring my sister back. After all, that person can do this, and I can't let my sister and him." Song Zixuan said.

"It's right. Don't say that if you get married in the future, this kind of man will feel disgusting if he stays with him for a day. What kind of qualities are you comparing with?!"

"You're OK, you're full of dirty words."

"Can a man still treat him civilized? I'll give him a copy, Master, I'll go with you when the time comes." The copy is also the local dialect of Dumen, which means to be scolded. The script is also a curse, which is equivalent to the dialect in some places.

"Stop it, I just want to persuade my sister to come back. If you want to go, you will have to cause trouble!" Song Zixuan said.

Sang Tianshuo said, "Can I not make a fuss? Master, please let me go. If someone bullies you, it would be better if I am here."

Song Zixuan thought about it and finally agreed. After all, he was indeed a bit too much about Sang Tianshuo just now and didn't want to reject him.

In the afternoon of that day, Song Zixuan and Sang Tianshuo went to the train station, but since there were no tickets for that day, I only bought the next afternoon. With the drive, it was probably almost dark to Lanyuan.

But even so, he must have gone there. This time he was so angry that his mother would be so angry that he, as a son, could not ignore it.

Song Zixuan was also prepared in his heart. At this time, his sister was also in the passionate love period and was so obsessed with that man, even if she was beaten and scolded.

So the sister is very likely not to come back with him, but no matter what, he must persuade him. He cannot tolerate a man who can curse with his own mother and become his brother-in-law.

In the teahouse on the fourth floor of Juxian Village, Ke Hongtao picked up the teacup and took a sip, saying, "Old Zhong, Mr. Tian, ​​what time do you want to come?"

"Master, it's still early at four o'clock." Old Zhong replied.

"You said that the Dumen Food Reservation should be opened every two months, but it's only been more than a month, why did it open early?"                                                                                                              

"That's right, those who participate in Dumen Food Fill are all the masters who are worthy of the Dumen Market. Not only can they contact contact, but sometimes they have good resources, but these masters... are not good at slapping their faces, so they won't offend the wrong person in the future!"

"You are right," said Lao Zhong, "Master, you are tired these days. Do you want to take a rest first?"

Ke Hongtao waved his hand: "I'm not busy, today... I haven't seen Dali."

"Da Li went out to do business. He said it was your order, but I didn't ask much. Also, Qin Xinjie has been here today, but as you ordered, he did not let him enter the gate of Juxianzhuang."

Upon hearing this, Ke Hongtao snorted: "That wild boar has nothing but brute force. What should I do when I see me? In the future, as long as he comes to Juxianzhuang, he will say that I am not here and will not let him in."

"This...if he comes to have a meal..."

"Haha, Lao Zhong, you are really confused. Why don't you make money? Then let him come in and calculate more when you settle the accounts."

"clear."

While chatting, Ke Hongtao's phone rang. Seeing that it was Dali's call, he immediately waved his hand to Lao Zhong, and the latter immediately walked out of the room.

"Da Li, what's going on?"

"Master, Song Zixuan and his friend went to the train station and bought two tickets to Lanyuan tomorrow night."

"Go to Lanyuan? What are they doing in Lanyuan?" Ke Hongtao asked.

"I don't know this. These are all produced by Fang Rui. But I think this is an opportunity. If we start with Lanyuan, we will be worry-free." Dali said.

Ke Hongtao nodded slowly, Dali was right. If he could kill Song Zixuan in another place and then do Fang Rui, then this matter would have nothing to do with him.

"Haha, OK, what did Fang Rui say?"

“Funds, travel expenses and accommodation expenses.”

"Okay, give it to him, and give it to him twice as much as possible. As long as this matter is done, I will have no worries about Third Master. This Song Zixuan must not be kept!" Ke Hongtao said.

"I understand, I will take them to Lanyuan tomorrow. Don't worry about other matters, I will handle them!"

Ke Hongtao hung up the phone and said to himself: "Go to Lanyuan... Could it be that he has a relationship with Lanyuan City and wants to develop it there? Haha, it doesn't matter, anyway... you are over, and you challenge the Third Master, and the Third Master will give you a ride!"

As he said that, Ke Hongtao glared at his eyes, and his eyes were filled with a cold murderous aura.

At this moment, a few knocks came from the door, and Ke Hongtao's expression instantly softened: "Come in!"

Lao Zhong walked in, and also brought a man in his forties. The man was wearing a Zhongshan suit, but he was not wearing a straight face. He unbuttoned a few buttons on his chest, revealing the white autumn clothes inside.

"Haha, Mr. Tian, ​​didn't you say four o'clock? You arrived so early." Ke Hongtao hurriedly stood up and said.

The man named Mr. Tian smiled: "I'm in a hurry to see the third master, haven't you bothered you?"

"Where, it's my honor for me, Ke Saner. Come and sit down," Ke Hongtao looked at Lao Zhong, "Old Zhong, get the tea."

"Yes, Master!"

The two of them sat down, and Ke Hongtao said, "Mr. Tian, ​​I remember that there is more than half a month left before Dumen Food Reservation. Why did this time be ahead of schedule?"

In the Dumen catering industry, Dumen food collection is a big event, but not all catering businesses know it. The reason is very simple. This is a purely underground gathering.

The merchants and bosses who can participate in Dumen Food Exchange are basically famous people on the ground of Dumen. To put it bluntly, not only do they open a catering service, but also have many gangsters under their hands, so they are not pure merchants, half-business and half-underground, and are well-known.

Dumen Food Service is held every two months, which is also an opportunity for these so-called gatherings. They talk about business with each other, not only can they communicate in catering, but also sometimes they can develop some underground transactions, and most of these are illegal businesses.

"Haha, isn't this a fuss about Emperor Fried Rice? Even Yanjing has started to move. Our Dumenmen must not relax. I communicated with Mr. Huang and the others and decided to open Dumenmen Food Fill in advance!" Mr. Tian said.

"Oh? I don't understand this. Our theme this time is Emperor Fried Rice?" Ke Hongtao asked.

"That's right, but... I want to share the profits. Mr. Huang said that if the people from Yanjing come to share the pie, our Dushang market will lose the adults. You will get the moon first when you get close to the water. You should understand this principle, right?"

Ke Hongtao thought for a while and said, "I wonder how Mr. Tian wants to get this piece of cake?"

"Hahaha, Master Ke San, what you asked was a bit interesting. Since it is a score, of course it is an even score. So tomorrow's Dumen Food Reception... only five people will participate!"

"What? What a joke, it's usually at least twenty people participated."

"No, but Mr. Huang thinks that there are many people and his eyes are mixed, so... this time I only call someone who can afford this matter. I will be in Hongyue Tower at 8 o'clock tomorrow night. Master San must remember it."

Hearing this, Ke Hongtao nodded slowly: "I understand, don't worry, I, Ke Saner, will definitely arrive!"

Ke Hongtao thought to himself, I'm afraid no one knows now that they are about to share the pie. Ke Saner has already tried it. He has already lost his patience in the face of Song Zixuan, and this time he may disappoint everyone.

Not only Dumen, but even Yanjing, those who want to get the emperor fried rice will have to give up this idea after tomorrow night!

That night, Song Zixuan came to Fang Jingzhi House as usual, helped the old man clean up the house, and washed his clothes.

Song Zixuan has been doing housework since he was a child, so these things are naturally no problem, and he has taken care of his old man's daily life in recent years.

After drying his clothes, he came to the bed and said, "Grandpa, I may not come tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Please drink more slowly."

"Oh...boy, your wings are hard, don't want your grandpa anymore, right?" Fang Jingzhi said with half-squinted eyes, his voice seemed to be older than before, and his words also showed a sense of weakness.

Song Zixuan felt sad when he said this. He smiled and said, "How could it be? Grandpa, I have to serve you all my life. But I will go to Lanyuan these two days and I can't come to see you."

Upon hearing this, Fang Jingzhi nodded slowly: "Oh...this is the case, go see your sister, right?"

"Hey, you're so amazing, how did you know?"

"My mother said when she came to me to chat, go ahead, you siblings have a day left, but remember to bring the recipe with you when you go out, so as not to delay your studies." Fang Jingzhidao.
Chapter completed!