1119: C1119 Familiar Brother

C1119 Familiar Brother

I think only the people inside know exactly what happened in the warehouse.

Meng Shihan came out from inside, full of energy. It was still that national peony.

Wen Jiu looked at the two big men in front of him and did not know who they were.

If it was not for the familiar clothes they were wearing, he really did not dare to confirm that the two in front of him were people.

"Big brother?"

"Mm-hm -"

"Is second brother you? "

"Oh. "

These two things that barely maintained human nature in front of him were really the two brothers?

They were beyond recognition and could not be seen in human form.

It was the next time he offended a woman.

Yang Soong's newly made bun was ready to be roasted.

"Try it. "

The golden and yellow Su Can's bun was blooming with flowers. One could see the filling inside.

The fans were sparkling and translucent with an alluring light, as well as milky white gravy. The tender green onion color was pleasing to the eye. The outer skin of the steamed buns seemed to have been fried, but there was still a soft heart inside.

A bun like this was too worth chewing.

"For me to eat?" Zhang Xiaoyang didn't dare to believe it.

He thought he was going to be silenced. He didn't expect Yang Soong to really make buns for him to eat.

And it was this fish meat fan bag.

Yang Soong said, "It's for you to eat. It's rare, right?"

This was the only time he could eat his dishes for free. This person was still not the Yang Family Army.

Forget it, it was all because of Gu Baiwen.

"Let Baiwen work for the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion for a few more days. Having a home and having a harvest is the way to go!" Yang Soong pondered.

Zhang Xiaoyang impatiently picked up a bun and carefully opened it.

The instant his teeth fell, the crisp surface of the bun shattered into snow. The taste was excellent. Then, the strong taste of the inner skin of the bun that was soaked in the gravy was reconnected.

Who could eat buns and taste the freshness of a bowl of fish soup?

Yang Soong's bun had done it.

"This is a bun and half a bowl of fish soup. It's full of ingredients!" Zhang Xiaoyang was stunned. He had never eaten such a delicious and unique bun before.

"You only put this bun in the fridge for less than two minutes. How did you freeze it so quickly?"

He clearly saw the frost on the bun being sent into the oven.

It was the same question again.

Yang Soong continued to lie through his teeth, "You don't know. I have a friend who likes to study these strange things. He gave me this fridge. "

"There is such a genius in the world? I wonder if you can introduce us to each other?" Zhang Xiaoyang saw a huge business opportunity.

He made frozen food, and the facilities in the warehouse were the most expensive. The daily electricity bills were practically sucking his blood.

It was another familiar reaction.

"No. " A familiar rejection.

Yang Soong did not wait for Zhang Xiaoyang to say more. He said first, "This friend of mine does not like to see strangers. He is deeply afraid of society and does not wish to see anyone other than me. "

"It's alright. We can just make a call. "

"No, he doesn't like to hear strangers talk, he doesn't even watch TV"

Yang Soong said, I'm asking you, is the road blocked?

"Brother Song, can you represent me to talk to your friend?" As expected of a profiteer. To be able to say such words, and to think of such a method.

Yang Soong said, "No. "

"That friend of yours still doesn't like it?" Zhang Xiaoyang didn't understand.

Yang Soong: "It's because I don't like it this time. I don't like to get involved in these troublesome matters. "

"When the matter is done, I'll give you a commission of at least seven digits. " As a capitalist, Zhang Xiaoyang believed that money could make ghosts push the mill.

Yang Soong counted his fingers. "I'm not going. "

"Why?" Zhang Xiaoyang did not understand. Could it be that he felt that the money was too little?

"That's my friend, a very pure friendship. I can't tarnish this friendship. "

"Eight digit"

"[Not going]"

"Brother Song, it's not like we can't discuss nine digits. "

To be able to freeze it in two minutes, how much manpower and resources would Zhang Xiaoyang's company save?

A few hundred million was not enough.

If he could obtain Yang Soong's friends' technological support, Zhang Xiaoyang planned to change his warehouse. He would be able to dominate the world in the cold food industry in the future.

That's right, the world.

Sooner or later, he would beat down those foreign lords who liked to bargain.

Yang Soong said, It's not over yet.

"No. "

Zhang Xiaoyang:. . . ""

Could it be that Brother Song was the legendary big shot that was once the Marquis of All Residences?

Yang Soong: Hehe. I'm not, but I don't want you to be endlessly conflicted about this problem. Previously, there were also people who wanted to contact my friend. They were all pretty easy to get rid of. Why are you so persistent, Boss Zhang?

You're too much of a jerk. You even used a few hundred million to entice him.

He didn't lack money!

"Brother Song, I can't add money for now. I still don't know the cost of your friend's technology. "

If the cost was too high, it wouldn't be good if the loss outweighed the gain.

Yang Soong said, "There's no reason. I just don't want to care. "

He found it troublesome.

"Is it troublesome?"

Just by saying a few words, it was possible to get a hundred million.

It was really too easy to earn money in the human world.

Yang Soong nodded affirmatively. "Trouble, really trouble, too troublesome. "

"Aren't you going to eat the remaining buns? Can my Xiaosi help?"

"Who is the Xiaosi?"

Yang Soong popped out the picture of his phone. The big and sturdy dog occupied the entire screen.

"It's him. "

Zhang Xiaoyang had nothing else to say.

Yang Soong regained his peace and quiet.

He asked Chen Ming to contact the frozen factory. "These buns, as well as the other 19 types of buns, will be made together. Send them to those frozen factories and let them process them. I'll see how it goes. "

Chen Ming was excited. "So, Hundred Phoenix Pavilion finally has food brought with them?"

"More or less. " Yang Soong's heart dropped. These twenty types of buns were sold once a day.

It could at least keep him alive for twenty days.

Perhaps after twenty days, the Yang Family soldiers would get used to not having meals in the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion.

He would not have to worry about being hunted down.

Zhang Xiaoyang patted his chest and said, "Brother Song, you are looking for me. I am a professional in dry frozen food. In this area, not to mention in China, in the whole of Asia, there is no company that is more professional and comprehensive than my company. "

"Not only do we have a professional factory, but we also have a professional transport channel. "

Half of Chen Ming was a capitalist and knew about this. "Sanfu's frozen food is really good. What Boss Zhang said is true, but their sales channel in Luocheng is not very good. "

This Chen Family could make up for it.

When cooking frozen food, they usually place special freezer in various large supermarkets.

Yang Soong also thought the same. He was about to go out, so he naturally didn't have time to do these things.

"Then I'll leave it to you. These few days, I have to do my best to make buns. "

Even though it was freezing cold, Yang Soong still had to personally make buns.0

In other words, these twenty types of buns had to be made by Yang Soong himself.

"Why don't we use the machine?" As a capitalist, Zhang Xiaoyang really liked slave machines.

Yang Soong said, "I will make a part of it first, then look at the condition of the machine, and see if the machine can fulfill my requirements. "

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