In Tianjing, under the imperial city, and also the major metropolis of Xuan Cang, there’s all sorts of hidden talents.
For instance, there are the three major chambers of commerce, and Sun Jiancheng is the vice president of one of them. His nephew, Sun Zhihong’s father, is the president of another of the three, and behind them are the so-called Seven Young Masters.
Fang Yi has already met several of those Seven Young Masters, like Song He, Bai Xiaohua, and Kong Mubai. Fang Yi has even gambled with them on various skills like music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, winning over two million, all of which he has thrown into those few barbecue shops.
Qingtian Barbecue is the brand that Fang Yi wants to establish, and it’s also one of his sources of income.
Ying Zheng, while enjoying the softness of the two beauties beside him, said, "It’s not too obvious. They just use some underhanded tactics, occasionally sending some official agencies to look around our shops."
Those so-called official agencies are naturally Manager and the Sanitation Team. No matter where you are, if these bureaus are present, they’ll seize the opportunity to come knocking, trying to make a little off of it.
This is something that defies logic. Officials are more powerful than civilians, and they exercise official authority. Even if Ying Zheng and Rong Quan are wealthy in Moon City, they are still nothing compared to Tianjing.
Even if a Tianjing official goes to Moon City, they’ll be a notch above because of their Tianjing identity, which is an undeniable fact.
Of course, it’s normal for a few "bad apples" to exist among the officials.
The barbecue shop gets idled about by these people. They don’t even eat when they come in, just glance here and there, pointing out anything they find displeasing without any consideration.
Moreover, sometimes they’ll make a loud fuss, their demeanor very aggressive, leaving no room for objection.
If it were usual, with no customers around, it would be fine. But these people come when there are customers, making it hard for them to eat in peace.
And they don’t just come once or twice a day, but three or four times, and yet there’s nothing they can do about it.
Ying Zheng and Rong Quan discussed this, and both stepped in, inviting the superiors of those people for a meal, treating them lavishly, sparing no effort to entertain them.
At first, for a day or two, things seemed fine, but soon the pests were back, much to their dismay.
Even a clay statue has some temper, let alone when they’ve humbled themselves enough.
This time they were too tired to look for people, planning to come up with some way to resolve it. Rong Quan is still a bit young, but Ying Zheng is a crafty old fox. Being one of Moon City’s wealthy, he refuses to believe he can’t come up with a way to deal with them.
"Well, here we are, trying to figure out how to get rid of those leeches," Ying Zheng said seriously, with beauties on each arm.
"Your way of coming up with an idea is quite unique," Fang Yi said, half-smiling.
Is hugging beauties the way to brainstorm solutions?
Ying Zheng’s skin thickness was no less than Fang Yi’s. He said calmly, "As the saying goes, ’Men and women working together don’t feel tired,’ and you can’t come up with ideas by brooding. I think it’s better to brainstorm , you might hit upon something unexpectedly."
Fang Yi sat on the sofa, with his legs crossed, just puffed a cigar, exhaling a thick white cloud, turning his head to look at the serious-looking Ying Zheng, "So, have you thought of anything yet?"
Ying Zheng laughed, "Guess."
Fang Yi squinted at him and laughed too, "Guess if I’ll guess or not?"