Deep Pampering: The Black Emperor's Bone Erosion Lingering

She didn't participate in how those men laughed and chatted.

But soon someone really brought a lot of dishes, and those dishes were not what she usually eats, they looked very delicate, not delicate, but unique, very similar to the dishes used as props in ancient TV dramas.

"The business of 'Western Han Dynasty' is good, right?" Qin Cao picked up a dish and chewed it slowly in his mouth: "I like the taste."

"It has not yet entered the profit-making stage. After all, it has just opened, and it will take a while to see the development potential." Fu Hong took a sip of the soup, the taste is the purest.

Some time ago, his brain got hot, and he opened an antique restaurant by the moat, taking a high-end route. "Western Han Dynasty" is located on the banks of the Hucheng River, hidden among the flowers and trees. And the decoration of the box reveals a strong style of the Western Han Dynasty.It has been opened for less than a week. Although guests have to book for a week to get a box, many people are trying to make a difference. Whether they win or not depends on the follow-up.

"Go to South Africa again tomorrow, and the person in charge there will report that there is another disturbance." After Fu Hong drank a spoonful of porridge, he talked about business matters.

Chang Mian's face darkened.

"Who is making trouble again? Is it really going to take a lot of my hands to stop it?"

"Go and see." Fu Hong also felt a headache. Recently, the business in South Africa has often been uneven, and the turnover has plummeted in the past few months. "Don't be sloppy with me this time. Just don’t come back, go back to your island and be the king of the mountain.”

"puff……"

When Shangshang heard that the big boss asked Chang Mian to be the King of the Mountain, she who had been silently acting as a little transparent couldn't help laughing.

After laughing out loud, she realized that Chang Mian's eyes were squinted, looking at her dangerously.

She shrank her head, wishing she could lower her head under the table.

"Why are you laughing? What's so funny? If I become the king of the mountain, you will only be the concubine of the king of the mountain in the backcountry in the future. Some of you will cry." Chang Mian was about to pat her on the head with his hand. , to see if she dared to laugh at herself, but the hand was five centimeters away from her head, paused, and then retracted.

Forget it, touch her once, and then call yourself a big devil again.

Chang Mian changed to "pinching", pinching her face, and a smile that seemed to be there was not.

Qin accepted a call.

"Prince, the organizer of the antique exhibition just called. There will be an antique exhibition in S City next month. I want to confirm whether you will go."

Fu Hong nodded.

Qin Shou was confirmed and said a few words to the other party on the phone.

Chang Mian whistled: "Prince, are you going to buy antiques again? You have to participate in every antique exhibition, no matter where it is in the world, but I have never seen you come back after buying antiques. I admire the spirit of participation, and I admire it. What exactly do you want to find? Tell me and I will help you find it. You are definitely better than going to the antique fair every time to try your luck."

Fu Hong glanced at him lightly, "When you're full, go out to digest."

"No, I'm hungry." Chang Mian raised his eyebrows, and added another dish to Changshang's bowl: "Eat more, you'll look as thin as I abused you."

Chang Chang secretly smiled in his heart.

It turned out that when Chang Mian was also deflated, she suddenly adored that big boss, and it really was like one thing lowers another thing.