After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

Just as Lin Fan reached the glass door, Li Dayong and Chairman Chen had already pushed it open.

"stop!"

Li Dayong stepped out of the door and shouted at the top of his lungs.

The two groups of people below the steps were about to make a move when they heard this shout. They all froze and looked up at the same time.

When Old Wang saw Li Dayong standing unharmed on the steps, holding a tissue to wipe his mouth, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Li! Are you alright?" Old Wang held up a steel pipe and pointed at Assistant Wu across from him.

"Are these bastards trying to cause you trouble? Step back, we'll teach them a lesson today!"

Assistant Wu also saw Chairman Chen at this moment, and quickly squeezed out from behind the shield, shouting anxiously:

"Chairman Chen, don't be afraid! The security team is all here; these thugs can't hurt you!"

Standing on the steps, Li Dayong and Chairman Chen looked down at the group of idiots holding steel pipes and shields. They felt a surge of anger and their blood pressure soared.

"Bullshit!" Li Dayong was so angry at Lao Wang's words that he rushed down the steps and slapped Lao Wang's helmet.

"Are you out of your mind? Who gave you permission to bring a steel pipe?!"

Old Wang shrank back, looking aggrieved, after being hit.

"Mr. Li, didn't you say on the phone that the situation was urgent and told me to call everyone I could and come over quickly? I thought you were surrounded by your enemies..."

On the other side, Chairman Chen also walked down the steps with a dark face and stood in front of Assistant Wu.

Seeing his boss's gloomy face, Assistant Wu's heart skipped a beat, and his voice grew softer and softer:

"Chairman Chen... I noticed how serious you sounded on the phone, and you even asked me to go to the security department to get some people... I was worried something might happen, so I had them bring riot shields as well..."

Chairman Chen took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the urge to kick him.

He pointed at Assistant Wu, then at the four security guards holding rubber batons beside him, and said through gritted teeth:

"I told you to call people over so you could line up to buy alcohol! Who gave you permission to show off this junk in front of Boss Lin's shop?"

"Buy...buy alcohol?" Assistant Wu was completely dumbfounded.

Old Wang was also completely bewildered, turning to look at Li Dayong:

"Mr. Li, you dragged us out of bed in such a hurry, even bringing a wrench, just to...buy alcohol?"

"Nonsense!" Li Dayong glared at him irritably.

"What did I call you here for if you weren't going to buy alcohol! Get these pieces of junk back in the car right now! Stop making a fool of yourselves here!"

Assistant Wu and Lao Wang exchanged glances before realizing that the group of people who had almost gotten into a fight earlier were also there to run errands!

The atmosphere instantly became extremely awkward.

The five construction workers, who had just been looking fierce, quickly hid the steel pipes and adjustable wrenches behind their backs, and slunk back to the pickup truck with their heads down, throwing all their tools into the truck bed.

The four security guards, their faces also flushed, stuffed the riot shields and rubber batons back into the van.

In less than two minutes, two groups of people ran back empty-handed, and like schoolchildren who had made a mistake, they stood obediently in two rows at the bottom of the steps.

Lin Fan stood at the door, watching this farce unfold, his face expressionless, but a hint of speechlessness flashed in his eyes.

Li Dayong turned around, rubbed his hands together awkwardly in front of Lin Fan, and smiled apologetically:

"Boss Lin, I'm so sorry. My men are a bit dim-witted; they caused a misunderstanding. I hope they didn't scare the customers?"

Chairman Chen also came over, his tone apologetic: "Boss Lin, I didn't explain this clearly. Don't worry, there will definitely not be a next time."

Lin Fan glanced at them calmly, "President Lin, Chairman Chen, tell your men to disperse. They're affecting the customers waiting in line."

"Right away, right away." Li Dayong nodded repeatedly.

He turned his head, looked at Old Wang and his group, and shouted irritably:

"What are you all standing there for! Go in, get a number, and order! See that 1288 yuan Lao Bai Gan written on the blackboard? Order me one pot each! I'll transfer the money to you in a bit!"

Old Wang swallowed hard. He had never seen anything like this before. He had come all this way early in the morning to buy wine that cost more than a thousand yuan a jug.

But he didn't dare ask any more questions and quickly led a few men into the hall.

Assistant Wu followed closely behind with security guards.

As soon as the eleventh person entered the store, the lobby instantly became crowded.

Other diners found it somewhat amusing to see these people, who had just been outside carrying steel pipes and shields, now orderly queuing up at the bar.

Lin Fan turned around and walked back to the kitchen, washed his hands, and put his white apron back on.

"Boss, there are six of us. We'll order six bottles of the wine on the blackboard." Old Wang looked at the price on the blackboard and reluctantly scanned the payment code.

"We'll order five pots too," Assistant Wu said, and then paid the bill.

Su Xiaoxiao stood behind the cashier, looking at the two orders, then turned to the kitchen and called out, "Brother Lin, eleven jugs of craft beer."

Lin Fan didn't say anything, turned around and walked to the storage shelf.

He took out eleven unopened white porcelain wine jugs, packed them one by one into clean, thick kraft paper bags, and placed them on the bar in batches.

Old Wang and his assistant Wu carefully took the paper bags, each taking a few and carrying them in their hands, afraid of bumping or damaging them.

"Mr. Li, Mr. Chen, we've bought it." The two men carried the wine to the window.

"Alright, put it back in the car." Chairman Chen waved his hand and put his coat back on.

Li Dayong also stood up. Although today's trip had turned into a big blunder, he felt incredibly at ease seeing the jugs of old wine his men were carrying.

With these supplies, my chronic rheumatism is finally cured this winter.

After a satisfying meal, the two walked out of the store together.

The wind outside was still cold, but the two of them were in high spirits.

With the departure of the two big bosses, the dining hall returned to its normal rhythm.

The diners ate their steaming noodles while whispering about the farce that had just happened.

The commotion caused by Chairman Chen and Li Dayong's groups was so great that many discerning people understood what was going on.

Even billionaire bosses would lower themselves and call over construction workers and company security guards early in the morning just to fill in the numbers, all for the sake of packing a few jugs of unpackaged liquor.

This shows that this wine is definitely a high-quality product that you can't buy anywhere else with money.

Nobody's stupid.

Although the price of 1,288 yuan seems a bit painful, it's nothing compared to the sheer rarity of this item that big bosses would fight tooth and nail for.

Several regular customers who were initially hesitant no longer hesitated and went to the counter to place additional orders.

"Little one, pack me a pot too!"

"I'd like two pots, that's perfect, one for me and one for my friend!"

"Give me a bowl of beef brisket noodles!!"

The hall instantly became lively, with orders being placed one after another.