I have been a county magistrate for ten years. My subordinates insist on giving me a yellow robe.

Fatty Zhao looked at it for a long time, rubbed his eyes several times, and even slapped himself twice, but the three big words on it never changed back to Feng Ke Lai.

"Brother Jiang, what's going on here? Can you help me take a look? Am I dazzled? What's written on this plaque?"

Jiang Yuan looked at Fatty Zhao in surprise: "Brother Zhao, what's wrong with you? Are you still drunk? Can't you even recognize the three big words "Drunk Jiang Yue" on this?"

"Shouldn't this be my Feng Kelai?!" Fatty Zhao shouted at the top of his voice.

Before Jiang Yuan could say anything, Feng Kelai's former accountant came out and said, "Former manager, didn't you give Feng Kelai to Manager Jiang?"

Fatty Zhao glared and pointed at himself: "I gave Feng Kelai to Brother Jiang? When the hell did you hear that? Did you lose your mind in your sleep, or did I lose my mind in my sleep?"

"Hey, Brother Zhao, why do you have to make such a clear distinction between what's yours and what's mine? We're just brothers." Jiang Yuan smiled brightly, which made Fatty Zhao feel a little embarrassed.

"Hey, Brother Jiang, when did this happen? Why don't I have any impression of it?"

Jiang Yuan waved his hand, and the accountant immediately took out an agreement from the counter: "Boss, take a look, it's written in black and white, even your fingerprints are on it."

Fatty Zhao took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and took the agreement, and suddenly his eyes turned black.

It’s a free transfer!

"Jiang, brother Jiang, what's going on?" Fatty Zhao looked at Jiang Yuan with a bitter face.

He was the only guest in his family. Although his source of income had been greatly reduced by Zui Jiangyue, with the connections he had accumulated over the years and Zhao Yan's care, it was no problem for him to earn tens of thousands of taels of silver every month.

Even if I can't say I'm as rich as a country, it's enough to make me live a carefree life.

But when I woke up from a sleep, it was gone!

What the hell is this!

"Oh, Brother Zhao, this is really not my fault. You were drunk at the time, and we were discussing compensation. Since your store was smashed, I felt bad and wanted to compensate you with 100,000 taels of silver."

Fatty Zhao swallowed his saliva. One hundred thousand taels! That’s already a lot.

"and then?"

Jiang Yuan spread his hands and said helplessly, "But you didn't want it, Brother Zhao, and insisted on giving Feng Kelai to me. I said no, but you said you didn't want it because you looked down on me."

"Before I could even say anything, you grabbed a pen and paper, wrote out the agreement, and then insisted on stuffing it into my arms. This is truly unacceptable."

Fatty Zhao's teeth chattered. "Did I really do that? Could I have done that?"

"Brother Zhao, so many people have seen it, and it's all written in black and white. I can't be talking nonsense."

After Jiang Yuan finished speaking, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Fatty Zhao with a cold gaze: "Or was it that Brother Zhao was joking with me at the time? Were you teasing me for fun? And now you want to regret it?"

Fatty Zhao shuddered all over, and his brain, which had been somewhat affected by alcohol, instantly became clear.

What Brother Zhao, what Brother Jiang, they are just being polite to me.

Given Jiang Yuan's status, calling you brother is just a courtesy, but if you really treat him as your younger brother, you will definitely die a miserable death.

"No, no, of course it's true. Brother Feng Kelai Jiang, you can accept it without worry." Fatty Zhao said gritting his teeth.

Jiang Yuan immediately smiled. "Oh, Master Zhao is really too polite. In that case, I can't be stingy. Brother Zhao, the owner of this Zui Jiang Yue branch must be you!"

Fatty Zhao's face was visibly getting redder and redder. It's ok that you took my shop, but you actually want me to work for you?

Do you have any conscience?

When Fatty Zhao thought of this, he began to tremble all over. After holding it in for a long time, he finally said, "Brother Jiang, I'm almost fifty years old this year. I want to spend my retirement at home. You should choose someone else for this job."

"Ah, what are you talking about?" Jiang Yuan took advantage of the situation and put his arm around Fatty Zhao's shoulders, saying seriously:

"Think about it, Jiang Taigong didn't leave the mountains to help King Wu conquer the world until he was eighty, Sun Wukong didn't find a job until he was five hundred, and Bai Suzhen didn't go out to fall in love until she was a thousand. You're only fifty, it's the right age to fight!"

"Could it be that Brother Zhao doesn't want to give me this face?"

"Hmm?" As he spoke, Jiang Yuan glared at Fatty Zhao fiercely, and the latter immediately shrank his neck.

"No, that's not the case. Since Brother Jiang has spoken, I will naturally obey your orders."

Jiang Yuan nodded in satisfaction. "That's right, but don't worry, Brother Zhao. I won't let you suffer any loss. Zui Jiang Yue will spread across Yunzhou at a terrifying speed, and then spread to the entire Daduan."

"When that time comes, Brother Zhao will understand how correct his decision today was!"

Fatty Zhao took a deep breath to cheer himself up, and said casually: "Yes, yes, my decision today is the most correct one in my life."

Jiang Yuan scratched his head immediately. As expected, this man is not so easy to fool as he gets older.

"Since Brother Zhao has made up his mind, then follow me!" Jiang Yuan said with a serious face.

Fatty Zhao was able to turn Fengkelai into the number one restaurant in Xinri City. Zhao Yan’s help was certainly important, but his own abilities cannot be ignored.

If such a guy can sincerely help Wang Kun, it will be more effective.

Fatty Zhao shook his head and walked back to Zuijiangyue with Jiang Yuan. Jiang Yuan immediately threw a stack of plans to him.

"Brother Zhao, I know it's hard to convince people with empty words, so please take a good look at this thing."

Fatty Zhao opened the plan with a shake of his head and a sigh, without any hope in his heart.

What can a person of Jiang Yuan's age write? Nothing more than empty talk of dreams and pep talk.

Take the competition between Zui Jiangyue and Feng Kelai this time. If Jiang Yuan's methods were not more novel, he would not have been able to steal Feng Kelai's limelight.

But even so, couldn't Feng Ke Lai follow suit in the future?

Once Feng Kelai recovers from this period, he will still be able to suppress Zui Jiangyue. If it weren't for Jiang Yuan's terrifying background, Fatty Zhao would have nine ways to kill Zui Jiangyue!

But when Fatty Zhao took a look at it, his entire attention was completely attracted by the plan and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

I don’t know how much time passed, but when Fatty Zhao came to his senses, it was already dark and Jiang Yuan was sitting beside him, leisurely drinking tea.

"Brother Zhao, have you finished reading it? How is it?"

Fatty Zhao shook off his previous decadence, looked at Jiang Yuan with energy, and couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

"Brilliant! Truly brilliant! Brother Jiang's proposal not only covers the art of business, but also completely throws away his conscience!"

"He is simply the epitome of shamelessness and disgrace for our generation of businessmen!"

"Hahaha! Brother Zhao, if there's anything you don't understand, maybe I can explain it in detail."

At the same time, on the second floor of Zuijiangyue, Chen Liu looked out the window with a serious expression. A guy in a black robe was standing on a hanging lantern as if on flat ground.

After a moment, Chen Liu nodded solemnly: "I understand. I will keep this matter a secret for the time being."