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

Zhao Chengming ripped off his silk tie, threw it to the ground, and gritted his teeth, uttering each word slowly and deliberately:

"Pass the word! We won't be open tomorrow! I'm going to that damn Lin family shop myself!"

……

The next morning, at 5:30 a.m.

The snow in Jiangcheng fell all night, and instead of stopping, it grew heavier. The biting north wind, carrying icy shards, stung like knives against the face.

A black Mercedes-Benz S-Class sedan slowly drove towards Phoenix Golden Street, its wheels crunching over the thick snow.

"Old Xu, why aren't we leaving?" Zhao Chengming, who was sitting in the back row with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and looked out the window with a furrowed brow.

"Mr. Zhao... Mr. Zhao, the road ahead is completely blocked. We can't drive any further."

Old Xu swallowed hard, pointed to the intersection ahead, and his voice was filled with shock, as if he had seen a ghost.

Zhao Chengming rolled down the car window, leaned out and looked ahead, his pupils suddenly contracted!

It's only 5:30 in the morning! The sky isn't even fully light yet!

However, the intersection of Phoenix Golden Street was completely blocked by a dense crowd of luxury cars!

Maybach, Rolls-Royce Phantom, Hongqi L5, Bentley Bentayga... These top-of-the-line cars, rarely seen in Jiangcheng, are now parked haphazardly in the snow on the roadside, just like cabbages in a market. They haven't even found a proper parking space; they've just been carelessly left on the roadside.

"Have these people gone mad?"

Zhao Chengming's eye twitched violently twice.

He pushed open the car door, wrapped his pure black cashmere coat tighter around himself, and trudged through the ankle-deep snow into the Golden Street.

Old Xu quickly followed behind, carrying a black briefcase and holding a black umbrella, stumbling along.

The further he went, the faster Zhao Chengming's heart beat, and the more ashen his face became.

When he finally arrived at the door of the antique-style building with the sign "Lin Family Shop" hanging on it, he froze on the spot.

On the streets amidst wind and snow.

A long line of over a hundred people was quietly waiting outside the tightly closed wooden gate.

No one made a loud noise, and no one complained about the bad weather.

These big shots, who usually make the whole city tremble with a stomp of their feet, were now all hunched over, wearing thick hats and gloves, standing obediently in the snow where the temperature was below minus ten degrees Celsius, just like the most ordinary office workers!

Zhao Chengming even spotted General Manager Huang and General Manager Liu at the front of the line at a glance!

These two guys, who had fled without even finishing their dinner last night, were now each holding a stainless steel thermos, stamping their feet to keep warm, yet excitedly chatting with the person in front of them while breathing out white puffs of steam. There was no trace of their "extremely urgent" demeanor from last night!

And right in front of them were Li Dayong and Chairman Chen!

"Possessed by an evil spirit... This is definitely possession..."

Zhao Chengming gritted his teeth, his anger and sense of absurdity clashing together, almost bursting out of his chest.

He's here today to cause trouble! How could the head of a century-old brand like him beggars, standing at the end of the line and starving?

Thinking of this, Zhao Chengming took a stack of unopened hundred-yuan bills from the briefcase in Lao Xu's hand, strode across the long crowd, and walked directly to the front of the line.

"Oh, who looked so menacing? It's Old Zhao!"

As soon as Zhao Chengming reached the front, he heard a mocking remark.

At the front of the line were Li Dayong, fully armed and wearing a mink-fur Lei Feng hat, and Chairman Chen, wrapped in a thick cashmere coat.

General Manager Huang and General Manager Liu followed closely behind them.

These Jiangcheng tycoons, who are usually high and mighty, now had red noses from the cold, but they stubbornly stayed at the front of the line, refusing to budge an inch.

Zhao Chengming gritted his teeth, stepped forward, waved the ten thousand yuan in his hand, and said in a stiff tone:

"President Li, Chairman Chen. Since everyone's here, let's make a deal. I have urgent business to discuss with this Mr. Lin today. Consider this money as a gift for you both to have some tea. You can have your seats with me."

"Give it to you?"

Li Dayong looked at Zhao Chengming as if he were an idiot, then couldn't help but burst into laughter:

"Old Zhao, did you get a shock last night and your brain went haywire? You come here with ten thousand yuan to buy my spot, Li Dayong's? You think I won't throw a million at you and make you go to the other end of the street to queue up?"

Chairman Chen, standing to the side, adjusted his fogged-up glasses and said with a faint, mocking tone:

"Old Zhao, rules are rules. Even if you brought 100,000, no one would give you this front-row seat. Go stand quietly in the back for two hours."

Mr. Huang, who was behind them, chimed in, "That's right, Lao Zhao! Didn't you say last night it was all about technology and ruthless work? How come you're ignoring the old shop this morning and coming to steal our spots?"

After being publicly ridiculed by these bigwigs, Zhao Chengming's face instantly turned liver-colored, and his hand holding the money froze in mid-air, extremely embarrassed.

He glared menacingly at the front of the line, his mind racing.

Just then, his gaze passed through Li Dayong's broad shoulders and suddenly discovered a "flaw"!

Ahead of Li Dayong was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties and was wearing an inexpensive down jacket!

At this moment, the young man was hissing and panting from the cold. Clearly, this was a deliveryman hired by some boss who hadn't gotten out of bed yet, who was willing to endure the cold overnight to stand in line for him!

Zhao Chengming's eyes lit up suddenly. He pushed aside Li Dayong, who was blocking his way, and rushed directly in front of the young man.

"Young man."

Without a word, Zhao Chengming slapped the ten thousand yuan into the young man's arms with a "thud," his tone cold and unquestionable:

"Ten thousand dollars, for your spot."

The young man looked down at the thick wad of red banknotes in his arms and stared blankly for a full two seconds.

His boss only paid him 500 yuan for the scheduling service, this 10,000 yuan... is equivalent to several months' salary for him! At worst, he'll get a scolding when he gets back, but he'd be a fool not to make money like this!

"Alright! Sir, your spot is yours!"

The young man didn't dare to say a word of nonsense. He clutched the money tightly and disappeared into the snowstorm in a flash.

Zhao Chengming straightened his coat collar and stood firmly in position number 1.

He turned around and stared intently at Li Dayong and Chairman Chen:

"Mr. Li, Chairman Chen! Yesterday you said what I made was vulgar, that his boiled pork was 'the greatest elephant has no form'! Fine! Today I'll spend 10,000 yuan to stand here and be a pioneer!"

Zhao Chengming pointed to the tightly closed carved wooden door, emphasizing each word: