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Chapter 1196 The Yang Family’s Cooking Skills Must Not Be Lost

If you live long enough, you will experience a lot of things and remember a lot of things.

The same is true for aristocratic families.

The Yang family has been passed down for thousands of years, but has now fallen to the bottom, with only Yang Songxian's direct line still surviving.

But the term "lingering on" only refers to the Yang family in the past.

In the eyes of others, the Yang family in Hong Kong is still a huge behemoth that cannot be looked at directly.

When the Yang family was at its peak in Guangdong Province, they built an extremely luxurious high-end restaurant in Guangzhou to welcome guests from all over the world. This restaurant was called Hongyan Tower.

Thirty years have passed in a flash, and many people have forgotten the name of Hongyan Tower, but those who still remember these three words are either old friends or their ancestors had a close relationship with the Yang family.

So when Yang Chan heard the name Hongyan Tower from Chen Tianjun, even though he didn't know Chen Tianjun's identity at that time, he arranged the best service in his hotel for Chen Tianjun without saying a word, and even wanted to set up a welcoming banquet.

But Chen Tianjun didn't give him this face.

He's not qualified yet.

But regardless of qualification or not, this old rule that has been passed down from generation to generation is the foundation of a thousand-year-old family.

The Yang family is still the same Yang family, but there is a lack of successors.

It’s not a big problem, Yang Songxian has tried very hard.

People in their forties are as weak as those in their seventies or eighties.

What can I say about these three sons? He definitely thinks he is capable, but they are just average.

Yang Zhen and Yang Chen, who he had high hopes for, were not only slow-witted, but also slow-witted. Chen Tianjun and his group had been staying in the hotel for so many days, but they still hadn't figured out the true identities of the group.

Either they don't know or they don't care.

It was not until his father personally invited him to dinner that he suddenly came to his senses and, picking up the wine glass, began to test the water with words.

It's too late.

Don't use reasons like being busy at work or being overwhelmed with trivial matters as excuses.

Everyone reads books by sages, some can become the top scholar in the imperial examination, while others can't even become a student. Does it mean that the top scholar's scriptures have one more volume than yours?
Yang Chan was quite intelligent, but he was young and had no status in the family, so he didn't dare to speak.

This is not a reason either.

It's your problem not to dare to speak, not others'. Prince Fusu has hundreds of thousands of troops under his command, and a fake imperial edict was sent to him. Can you blame others for slitting your own throat?

As a child of aristocratic family, you can be a playboy, you can be mediocre, you can do evil, all of these are possible.

The premise is that you don’t plan to be the head of the family.

If you can't even develop the most basic eyesight, you will be nothing but a dead bone in a grave even if you become a family boss.

Yang Songxian was very disappointed, but didn't say much.

He just sighed and said, "You know the foreigner's face without me telling you, Ah Zhen. I don't have much friendship with that new kid, and I'm not speaking for him. I just want to ask you, Ah Zhen, what do you think?"

"Are you just going to punish him, or are you going to sever all ties with him from now on and never care about our past friendship again?"

Chen Tianjun raised his eyebrows and said, "Your question is interesting. Who do I have any feelings for?"

"The people of Hong Kong."

Yang Songxian said sternly: "Some people do deserve to be punished by heaven, but if your temple is gone, and the epidemic breaks out again in the future, the people of Hong Kong will suffer in the end."

"so what?"

Chen Tianjun glanced at him.

Seeing her stubborn look, Yang Songxian couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Whatever you want, as long as I can do it, I will try my best to do it."

"What do I want? I want you to clear your mind of all the imaginary things before talking to me. Can you do that?"

Yang Songxian was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Ah Zhen, you are right. I am old and my mind is not so clear. How about this, you don't leave yet. For my sake, stay a few more days. I will go talk to others. Lao Jiu, you must entertain the guests well. Do you hear me?"

Yang Chan quickly stood up and agreed.

"Three days."

Chen Tianjun stretched out three fingers and gestured in front of him: "We will leave Hong Kong in three days."

"no problem."

After having a good meal and drinking, and seeing off Chen Tianjun and his party, Yang Songxian sat in front of the cluttered table, leaning on a cane, in silence.

Yang Chen couldn't help but ask, "Dad, who is Professor Chen? Why should we be so humble to her?"

Yang Songxian didn't say anything. Yang Chan whispered beside him, "Fourth brother, I just heard from dad that Professor Chen should be a great master with the power to drive away the plague. It's always right for ordinary people like us to be respectful to him."

"God? That means a fairy?"

Yang Chen smiled disapprovingly and said, "I see that the girls she brought are all young and beautiful with extraordinary temperament. Old Nine, you are still single, aren't you tempted at all? How about asking our dad to help you match them up?"

Yang Chan hesitated to speak.

Yang Chen said impatiently: "You have this problem again. You don't say anything when you have something to say, which makes you seem smart and others stupid. We are all family behind closed doors, so what's there to say?"

Yang Chan hesitated for a moment, glanced at the old man, and said softly, "I heard Professor Chen say that we can talk, but we can't give her what she wants, so she doesn't recognize the matter of the dojo at all."

Yang Chen was surprised and asked, "Is there anything that our family can't take out? And can she just disown something like this if she wants to?"

"Then do you know what Professor Chen's full name is?"

"Forehead……"

"Professor Chen's original name was Chen Yazhen. I wrote it down when I accompanied her to check in at the hotel. Later, I looked up this person and found out that in the seventh year of Longyin in the previous dynasty, the plague broke out in Hong Kong. Professor Chen and several other scholars came to Hong Kong and developed a targeted vaccine, which brought the disease under control. People spread rumors and regarded her as the Shuntian Holy Mother Chen Jinggu, so they set up a shrine for her."

Yang Chen suddenly realized: "Does that mean she is just a doctor? Not a deity?"

Yang Songxian slammed his cane on the table, causing the plates to fly out: "Get out of here!"

Blood pressure is going up.

Yang Chen fled in a panic.

"Dad, calm down and don't bother with him."

Yang Zhen quickly stood up and supported Yang Songxian, whose forehead veins were bulging.

Then he turned to Yang Chan and said, "Old Nine, you have more contact with them, so tell me what you know."

Yang Chan shook his head and said, "I had a more open chat with the brother surnamed Yin. He didn't want to say much about his origins, but he called Professor Chen Tianjun in his conversation, and they called themselves disciples of Penglai."

"As for the purpose of this trip, it's not because of the epidemic. The local epidemic has recurred every year, and they were not aware of it before they came. According to what brother Yin said, they want to settle the cause and effect for the eldest brother, that is, the personal grudge." Yang Zhen frowned, obviously he had not yet sorted out the relationship between this information and today's dinner.

Yang Chan looked at Yang Songxian and continued, "My father wanted Professor Chen to help solve the epidemic problem again. But Professor Chen obviously didn't want to get involved in this mess, and he didn't care much about meritorious deeds or anything like that."

"The city is now in mourning and chaos. Is she really going to sit back and do nothing?"

"Brother, what position do people have to take care of this matter?"

Yang Zhen was speechless after being asked.

Yang Songxian knocked on the table: "Continue."

Yang Chan said helplessly, "I don't really understand why we should care about this. The Hilltop Hotel has always been our competitor. That new pretty boy is messing around. Even if this doesn't happen, he will get into other troubles sooner or later. Why should you clean up his mess, Dad?"

Yang Songxian shook his head and said, "It's not that simple. I will be back to Yuezhou tomorrow. As for the guests, Lao Jiu, you should try your best to meet all their requests. Lao Si, you should also stop having only pretty girls in your eyes. If you want to find a woman, go find one outside and don't cause trouble for the guests at home."

"And Boss, find a chance to donate some money to the hospital tomorrow. Don't gloat over someone else's misfortune or add insult to injury at this time. Don't tell anyone about Professor Chen's affairs. Ah Zhen and I don't have much friendship, so there's no room for you to squander. If anyone can't control his mouth, I'll send him to the ancestral hall to be punished!"

After his sons left, Yang Songxian went to the rooftop with his crutches to enjoy the sea breeze for a while, then asked the old servant to call Yang Chan back.

"Do you know why I called you back?"

Yang Chan lowered his head and said, "I don't know."

"Are you pretending to be stupid because you're afraid your eldest and fourth brothers will be afraid of you?"

"Dad, you're joking."

Yang Songxian glared at him and said, "I have made your brothers useless. They are short-sighted and unworthy of great responsibilities... There is nothing we can do about it. The Yang family committed too many sins in the past and has enemies everywhere. If they don't become useless, they may not even be able to save their lives."

Yang Chan nodded silently.

"Tell me what you think."

Encouraged by Yang Songxian, Yang Chan raised his head and asked in a low voice: "Dad, what is Penglai?"

Yang Songxian looked at him deeply, shook his head and said, "In the past, although the Yang family did not dare to say that there were three dukes in four generations, it can be said that the disciples were all over the world, and all the major and minor events in the court were under their control. Now the situation is different. The northern branch has completely cut off ties with us and regards us as enemies. The overseas branch has other intentions and does not take us seriously."

"We are completely ignorant of what is happening in the court. Let alone Penglai, isn't the set of twelve methods being promoted in the north a fantasy to us?"

Yang Chan said: "I heard that you secretly sent people to collect secret manuals and techniques..."

Yang Songxian snorted coldly, "No matter how good the secret skills are, what use are they without a master to guide you? Or is there any child in your generation who looks like a genius and can learn without any guidance?"

Yang Chan was speechless for a moment.

Genius is something that you can only encounter by chance, and even aristocratic families cannot guarantee that all of their children will be successful.

It would be good if we could cultivate one or two.

"What do you think of those young people who came with Chen Yazhen?"

"They are not ordinary people. They are steady and reserved. Even the more cheerful and lively brother Yin is actually very scheming. Although he appears to be polite, he actually does not take our Yang family seriously. Only the youngest child speaks with a Hong Kong accent."

"That should be the new disciple accepted here."

Yang Songxian sighed and said, "If you want to do great things, whether you have the ability is one problem, and whether you can integrate into that circle is another problem. There is only one way to enter that circle, and that is to prove your value to the people in that circle. Tell me... what value does our family have now?"

After a moment of silence, Yang Chan nodded and said, "Yes."

"have what?"

"Xiangjiang!"

Yang Chan said solemnly: "The new government has been established for three years, but it has not yet taken back the governance of Hong Kong. It is not because it cannot deal with the Eagles, but because it is worried that a rash move will alarm the wealthy merchants here. If the wealthy merchants of Hong Kong turn to the side of the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce, the situation in the entire south will be corrupted. Rather than piercing this abscess in advance and causing the situation to be out of control, it is better to put it aside and wait until the President integrates and digests the northern states, and then lead the general trend to the south. By that time..."

"Xiangjiang won't be able to be sold at a high price!"

After hearing these words, Yang Songxian showed a satisfied smile on his face.

Having experienced many ups and downs in his early years, he learned a lesson from them.

If money is not circulated, it is no different from stone.

You keep making money while others keep losing money. Why shouldn't they hate you to the core?

Only when others can benefit from you will they wish you a long life.

"The Yang family doesn't have anything to show for themselves except some dirty money. We can't give Chen Yazhen what she wants, but we can talk to someone who can give it to her."

"As for this...Xiao Xu is in the hotel at the top of the mountain. I haven't asked her to come back. With her personality, she should have taken the initiative to do something in there. Tell her about Chen Yazhen's research on vaccines and let her figure it out on her own."

Yang Chan hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "Dad, I don't think this is appropriate. With Xiao Xu's personality, it's inevitable that there will be complications. It would be better for me to ask Brother Yin to help me get Xiao Xu out of this. This way, some explanations will make sense."

Yang Songxian frowned and said, "That boy surnamed Yin is still single? His sisters are so beautiful..."

"That's what I've observed."

"Very good, you have thought it through very carefully. I will leave this matter to you to arrange."

Yang Songxian felt very pleased. As the saying goes, God will not let down those who work hard. After all his efforts over the years to expand the business, he finally reaped some ripe fruits.

Poplar cicadas and poplar catkins.

Whether this generation of the Yang family can turn things around depends on whether they, the brothers and sisters, can perform this play well.

However, accidents always come so unexpectedly.

The next morning, Yang Chan woke up and was washing up while silently considering his words when the servants ran in in a panic and shouted.

"My Lord Ninth Master, this is bad! Pirates are coming ashore!"

Yang Chan was completely dumbfounded.

Pirates? Ashore?
where?

What are you talking about in your sleep? Are you suffering from sleep paralysis?
This is Hong Kong, there hasn't been any trouble for many years.

He quickly put on his clothes and ran out, asking his servants, "Do you know where these pirates are from? What flags are they flying? What routes are they reporting?"

"I heard it was the Japanese pirates."

what?
Yang Chan had just walked to the door when she heard these words and stepped on empty air, almost spraining her ankle.

"Tell me again, what is it?"

The servant was also panicked: "I heard from people outside that they looked like Japanese pirates..."

Why don't you say he's a Zenithian?

(End of this chapter)