C501 Where Did You Get the Guts to Bully His Woman!
Mooh Hanyan was so scared that her back turned cold and her trembling lips did not dare to say anything.1
Her body went limp and fell into the chair.
In less than a few minutes, waiters came back with a copy of the kitchen's surveillance camera. Then, he inserted the USB into the computer and turned on the projector.
Everyone saw a lot of things through the surveillance camera.
First, the manager on duty led a woman who wore a mask and was fully armed into the kitchen. The chefs discriminated against women's gender and age. There was a chef who competed with women for dumplings. Then, they were convinced that they had lost. The woman ordered the dishes and let the head chef command everyone. Then, they went to the designated area to do their work.
The surveillance cameras skipped the afternoon part and dragged it to the evening.
The guests saw Mooh Hanyan go to the kitchen from the surveillance cameras and grab the woman wearing the mask. She scolded her for being ungrateful and saying that her father was her master. She had to give him one hundred million US dollars every year, while the woman exposed Mooh Hanyan and her mother. She had asked her father to leave the house clean.
Mooh Hanyan was so angry that she wanted to take off the mask on the woman's face, but she was grabbed by the woman and flung away. She fell into the basin in a sorry state. The manager on duty helped her up, but Mooh Hanyan did not appreciate it.
Before leaving, Mooh Hanyan even said some harsh words to the people in the kitchen.
Because the surveillance camera also had audio, not only Mooh Hanyan's actions, expression, and even her words were clearly heard by the guests.
After watching this video, the guests were stunned and quickly began to despise Gao Zhize and his wife.
"Mrs. Gao, your face is too ugly!" A guest sneered and said, "Chef God is your master, but what does it have to do with you? Do you want her to give you 100 million US dollars every year?"
"Chef God tolerated you, but you kept pushing your luck."
"It's not like that, you misunderstood..." Mooh Hanyan's face turned pale and she opened her mouth, trying to defend herself.
Fu Yunjian put the champagne glass on the table, pushed the chair away, and said lightly, "A person who can even abandon his own father, I do not dare to cooperate. I am afraid that one day I will suffer."
"Fu, Director Fu." Gao Zhize stood up in a hurry. "This has nothing to do with me, I..."
"She is your wife and her parents are also your parents. Even if you did not participate, you should know about this." Fu Yunjian said coldly.
When he thought about how Mooh Hanyan had been overbearing and bullying Yan Shu in the kitchen, and how she had bullied his woman...
Fu Yunjian's eyes became colder and colder, "Director Gao, not only do you not have a share in the investment I mentioned, in the future, the Liang's will also not have any cooperation with your company."
The man spoke in a domineering manner, turned around and left.
There were countless partners in the Fu's Group. Fu Yunjian announced publicly that if he didn't cooperate with Sheng Tai, those companies that cooperated with the Fu's would definitely side with the Fu's.
Furthermore, Fu Yunjian was the CEO of the Liang's, and he had also cut off his cooperation with Sheng Tai.
This was equivalent to half a ban on Sheng Tai!
Gao Zhize also knew what Fu Yunjian meant. He was so scared that his face turned pale. He scrambled to chase after Fu Yunjian, but Fu Yunjian had already left the banquet hall.
Once Fu Yunjian left, the guests also got up and left.
A guest shook his head and said, "Mrs. Gao, you really messed up a good card. Chef God is your father's disciple. This is an honor that many people can't ask for."
"You have to treat her well and listen to her every time. Your husband's career will definitely rise day by day. What a pity..."
"That's right." Another guest said, "You saw the wonton contest in the monitor. Even the hotel's kitchen is convinced by Chef God. Can't you prove her ability?"
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