Chapter 1119

It is estimated that only the people inside know what happened in the small warehouse.

Meng Shihan came out from the inside, energetic, or the national peony.

Wen Jiu looked at the two big men in front of him and didn't know each other.

If it weren't for their familiar clothes, he really couldn't be sure that the two in front of him were people.

"Big brother?"

"Well --"

"Is that you, second brother?"

"Oh."

Are these two barely human objects in front of me really too two brothers?

Beyond recognition, not adult.

Is to offend a woman's next play.

Yang Song's new steamed stuffed bun is baked.

"Try it."

Golden Su can's steamed stuffed bun, with flowers, can see the filling inside.

The fans are glittering and translucent, with attractive light, milky white soup, bright green scallions and pleasant color. The outer skin of the steamed stuffed bun seems to have been fried, but there is still a soft heart inside.

Such steamed stuffed buns are worth talking about.

"Give me something to eat?" Zhang Xiaoyang doesn't dare believe it.

He thought he was going to be killed. Unexpectedly, Yang song really made steamed stuffed buns for him.

Or this fish vermicelli bag.

Yang Song said, "here's something to eat. It's rare."

Only this time can I eat his dishes for free. This man is not Yang Jiajun.

Just look at Gu Baiwei's face.

"Let Baiwei work for Baifeng Pavilion for a few more days. It's the king's way to have a house and a lot!" Yang Song ponders.

Zhang Xiaoyang couldn't wait to pick up a steamed stuffed bun and carefully bit a hole.

The crispy skin of steamed stuffed bun breaks into snow at the moment when the teeth fall. It tastes great, followed by the strong taste reconnection brought by the endothelium of steamed stuffed bun soaked in soup.

Who can eat steamed stuffed bun and taste a bowl of fish soup?

Yang Song's steamed stuffed bun did it.

"This is a steamed stuffed bun, half a bowl of fish soup, full of ingredients!" Zhang Xiaoyang was shocked. He had never eaten such delicious and unique steamed stuffed buns.

"You just put the steamed stuffed bun in the refrigerator for less than two minutes. How can you freeze it quickly?"

He clearly saw the ice on the steamed stuffed bun being sent to the oven.

That's the problem again.

Yang Song continued to lie: "you don't know, I have a friend who likes to study these strange things. He gave me this refrigerator."

"Are there such wizards in the world? I wonder if you can introduce us?" Zhang Xiaoyang saw huge business opportunities.

He makes quick-frozen food, and the facilities in the warehouse are the most expensive. The daily electricity bill is drawing his blood.

It's a familiar response again.

"No." Familiar rejection.

Yang Song didn't wait for Zhang Xiaoyang to say more words and said first: "my friend doesn't like to meet strangers. He is deeply afraid of society and doesn't want to see people other than me."

"It doesn't matter. We'll just call."

"No, he doesn't like to hear strangers. He doesn't even watch TV."

Yang Song: "I asked you, is the road blocked?"

"Brother song, can you help talk to your friend on behalf of me?" It is worthy of being a profiteer. You can speak such words and think of such a way.

Yang Song: "No."

"Your friend still doesn't like it?" Zhang Xiaoyang doesn't understand.

Yang Song: "I don't like it this time. I don't like to get involved in these troublesome things."

"It's done. I'll give you a commission, at least seven figures." As a capitalist, Zhang Xiaoyang believes that money can make ghosts grind.

Yang Song counted his fingers: "No."

"Why?" Zhang Xiaoyang doesn't understand. Is it too little money?

"That's my friend. It's a pure friendship. I can't tarnish it."

"From eight digits."

"No."

"Brother song, nine figures are not negotiable."

The effect can be frozen in two minutes. How much manpower and material resources does this have to save Zhang Xiaoyang's company?

Not just a few hundred million.

If he can get the scientific and technological support of Yang Song's friends, Zhang Xiaoyang plans to change his warehouse. He can dominate the world in the frozen food industry in the future.

Yes, it's the world.

Sooner or later he hammered down those bargain foreigners.

Yang Song: "it's not over yet."

"No."

Zhang Xiaoyang: "

Isn't brother song the legendary leader of ten thousand families?

Yang Song: "hehe, I'm not, but I'm tired of your endless entanglement with this problem. Some people wanted to contact my friend before. They were all very good. Why are you so obsessed with boss Zhang?"

What an asshole. He seduced him with hundreds of millions.

He doesn't need money!

"Brother song, I can't add money for the time being. I don't know the cost of your friend's technology."

If the cost is too large, the gain outweighs the loss.

Yang Song: "there's no reason. I just don't want to take care of it."

He dislikes trouble.

"Is this trouble?"

Just help to say a few words, you may get 100 million.

The money in the world is really easy to earn.

Yang Song nodded affirmatively: "trouble, really trouble, too much trouble."

"You won't eat the rest of the steamed stuffed buns, will you? My little four can help?"

"Who is Xiao Si?"

Yang Song jumped out the mobile phone photo, and the majestic big dog occupied the whole mobile phone screen.

"That's him."

Zhang Xiaoyang had nothing to say.

Yang Song is clean again.

He asked Chen Ming to contact the refrigeration factory: "these steamed stuffed buns and 19 other kinds of steamed stuffed buns are made together and sent to those refrigeration factories for processing. I'll see the situation."

Chen Ming was excited: "that is to say, Baifeng Pavilion finally has takeout food?"

"Almost." Yang Song's heart fell. One of the twenty kinds of steamed stuffed buns was sold every day.

Can save his life for at least 20 days.

Maybe 20 days later, the Yang family soldiers will not be used to eating in Baifeng Pavilion.

He doesn't have to worry about being chased.

Zhang Xiaoyang patted his chest: "brother song, you look for me. I'm a dry frozen food. I'm very professional. In this area, let alone in China, there is no more professional and comprehensive company in the whole Asia."

"We not only have professional factories, but also a professional transportation channel."

Half of Chen Ming is a capitalist. He knows these things: "Sanfu's quick-frozen food is really good. What boss Zhang said is true, but their sales channel in Los Angeles is almost interesting."

This Chen family can make up for it.

When making quick-frozen food, special freezers are usually placed in major supermarkets.

Yang Song thinks so. He's going out soon. Naturally, he doesn't have time to do these things.

"I'll leave it to you. I have to make steamed stuffed buns these days."

Although it is quick frozen, Yang Song has to make it himself.

In other words, all the 20 kinds of steamed stuffed buns should be made by Yang Song himself.

"Why not use a machine?" As a capitalist, Zhang Xiaoyang likes slave machines very much.

Yang Song: "I'll make a part first, then look at the situation of the machine and see if the machine can meet my requirements."