Crossing the spy war, my code name is God of Wealth

The next day, French Concession, Tianxi Garden.

This is a restaurant specializing in Huaiyang cuisine. The owner’s surname is Yang and he is from Shandong.

It is said that his master's master was an imperial chef in the palace and had prepared meals for Emperor Guangxu.

However, although this is said to the outside world, everyone who has connections with Shanghai Qinxing knows that Boss Yang's master is not the direct disciple of the imperial chef.

It can be said that he opened a restaurant in Peking following that imperial chef.

The cooking skills of Mr. Yang are only average, so his Tian Xi Yuan is just a third-rate restaurant in Shanghai.

The time pointed to five o'clock in the afternoon, and Lin Tianbao called a group of uncles and brothers of the Ming family to sit inside.

Although they are here to taste the food today, these uncles and brothers still want to discuss some customs on the wedding day.

The Lin family is a small family, but his Ming family is a well-known family in Shanghai.

If you are not polite, people will gossip about you.

In order to show their respect for the Ming family, Lin Tianbao's parents also changed into new clothes.

Lin's mother was wearing a purple cheongsam, while Lin's father was wearing a long gown.

It is said that clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse. After putting on new clothes, the two people's mental outlook was indeed refreshed.

However, the timid nature of an honest man cannot be changed.

The two of them kept smiling on the side, which was completely different from the condescending expressions of the Ming family.

The time pointed to half past five, and the lobby manager came over to ask whether the food should be served.

Lin Tianbao frowned. Chen Yang promised to invite some friends to come over to support the occasion, so he booked five tables for today's tasting banquet.

Three of the tables were already filled with Ming family members, and two were empty.

Lin Tianbao didn't know how many friends Chen Yang was talking about, so to be on the safe side, he prepared an extra table.

But it’s already half past five, why hasn’t anyone arrived yet?

"Dabao, why don't we serve the dishes first?" Minglan looked at the impatient faces of the elders and whispered, "Boss Chen may be busy, we..."

Lin Tianbao patted Minglan's hand, signaling her not to continue.

He turned to the manager and said, "Please prepare the food."

The lobby manager nodded, trotted off to the kitchen to serve the dishes.

The elder of the Ming family sitting at the head seat is the one with the highest seniority among all the people in the Ming family.

Seeing Lin Tianbao's expression, he said politely: "Tianbao, if you have any friends who haven't come yet, we can wait a little longer."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Ming Xuecheng, the second uncle of the Ming family, became unhappy.

"Third Master, you are the elder. How can you ask me to wait for you, a group of juniors?"

"Besides, Tianbao is just the manager of a small business. What important friends can he have? Just sit back and relax."

The Ming family has two branches in Shanghai, but the main family is in Nanjing.

The branch in Shanghai is Minglan's family. There are four boys and one girl in the family. Minglan's father Ming Xueli is the eldest, and there are Ming Xuecheng, Ming Xuefu and Ming Xueyi below him.

The one who cheated Minglan out of most of her money was her third uncle, Ming Xuefu.

The other branch is composed mainly of the old man sitting in the first position. He is the younger brother of Minglan’s grandfather, Ming Zongwen, and also the oldest member of the Ming family in Shanghai.

The Ming family has been doing business since they moved to Shanghai from Nanjing, and now they are considered to be well-known in Shanghai.

Ming Xuecheng turned his gaze to Lin Tianbao and said, "By the way, Tianbao, the Ming family's business is not doing well right now. I heard from Minglan that after you get married, you will have to go back to work at that business."

"That's good too. It would be embarrassing for Minglan, a woman, to show up in public."

"Recently, your fourth uncle and I have had some ideas, and we have discussed them with Minister Wu of the Ministry of Industry."

"I hope to sell part of the mill's buildings and equipment in exchange for a few mines."

"Now, all we need is Minglan's signature."

Lin Tianbao's face changed slightly. This was a bit shameless.

It was obvious that they wanted to swallow up Minglan's shares.

Last time, Ming Xuefu tricked Minglan into taking out a loan from HSBC on the pretext of investing in stocks.

As a result, Minglan had to sell almost everything she could, and only then was she able to pay off the loan.

The only valuable things she has now are the shares in the spinning mill, and these shares were left to her by her father.

If this is handed over, it doesn't mean that everything will be gone.

"Uncle, I think the spinning mill business can still be maintained and there is no need to start other businesses."

Minglan said calmly: "Besides, I won't sign this name."

Ming Xueyi interrupted, "The spinning mill business is still good? Minglan, who told you that?"

"There is a huge backlog of supplies in the mill now. If we don't find a solution, we won't even be able to pay our workers' wages in a few months."

"I can't find a market for it no matter how hard I try. How about you take my place and find a way?"

Minglan fell silent. She didn't know how Ming Xueyi had the nerve to say such a thing, asking a woman to do the sales.

Ming Xuecheng took a sip of tea and said, "Minglan, you should know that doing business is not as simple as you think."

"If we don't sell the spinning mill, we won't have the money to do anything else,"

"It will be useless for you to hold on to those shares. It is better to take them out and distribute them while they are still valuable."

"Tianbao is also a business manager. Perhaps you can use this money to start some other business."

"It's better than guarding it half-dead like we are now."

"Enough." Lin Tianbao, who was always good-tempered, couldn't bear to listen anymore.

"Second Uncle, Fourth Uncle, I understand what you two mean. You want to sell the mill because you think it's not profitable."

"In that case, why don't you two name a price? I'll buy the shares you have."

Hahaha.

A burst of wild laughter rang out, and Ming Xueyi and Ming Xuecheng almost couldn't straighten their backs with laughter.

Ming Xuecheng looked at Lin Tianbao and said, "You are so arrogant. Do you know how much the spinning mill is worth? How can a country bumpkin like you afford it?"

"Minglan, don't say I didn't give you a chance. There are still 500 tons of cotton yarn piled up in the spinning mill."

"If you can sell it within a month, we will agree to sell you our shares. If not, you just sign and sell the mill."

Minglan frowned, but before she could say anything, there was a sudden burst of noise from outside.

Several middle-aged men in luxurious clothes walked into Tianxiyuan together. Judging from their attire, they seemed out of place in such a third-rate restaurant.

Moreover, the person in the lead looked very familiar. Minglan was still wondering who that person was, while Ming Xuecheng and Ming Xueyi beside her could no longer sit still.

The two of them hurriedly stood up, trotted forward, nodded and bowed to the man, saying, "President Yu, I didn't expect to meet you here."

"I am Ming Xuecheng from Ming Corporation, and this is my younger brother Ming Xueyi."

Yu Qiaqing was slightly stunned when he saw the two people in front of him, and said with a smile on his face: "Both of you are surnamed Ming. Excuse me, is the banquet for Mr. Lin and Miss Ming of Sunshine Trading Company held here?"

Starting today, I will work hard to update three times, and throw a tantrum to ask for gifts...