A 50-year-old man is reborn and becomes a complete slacker, leaving his scumbag children completely

Hu Dahai naturally knew what he was planning.

He also knew that Hu Wangfei had always hated eating duck meat since he was a child.

His statement about eating only one piece, and his deliberate choice of the smallest piece, undoubtedly indicate that he was just putting on an act.

He looked at Hu Wangfei with great interest.

Hu Wangfei stuffed a small piece of duck neck into his mouth, intending to take a few bites, get the meat out, and swallow it whole. But after the first bite, his eyes lit up instantly.

"Woo!"

Hu Wangfei covered his mouth and let out a surprised "ooh".

It smells amazing! It smells so good!

In his imagination, there was absolutely no gamey smell from the duck meat.

His entire mouth was filled with a rich aroma and a subtle spiciness.

"How can it taste so good! It's not gamey at all!" Hu Wangfei exclaimed.

As he spoke, he reached into the pot again, wanting to grab another piece to eat.

He had his eye on it; that big duck wing looked really good, definitely with more meat than a duck neck.

However, just as he was about to reach the duck wing, a pair of chopsticks suddenly slapped down and hit Hu Wangfei's hand hard.

"hiss!"

Hu Wangfei immediately cried out in pain.

He saw that it was Hu Wangfei who hit him, and wanted to say something, but he swallowed his words and said, "Dad, why did you hit me?"

"Didn't you say you'd only eat one piece? How come you want a second one now?! I hate people who don't keep their word," Hu Dahai said seriously.

Hu Wangfei immediately felt embarrassed after Hu Dahai said that.

He glanced at the pot still full of braised duck parts, swallowed hard, but managed to resist the urge to reach for them.

Then he heard Hu Dahai say to Wang Jian, Sun Tai and the others, "Come on, all of you come and have a taste, eat as much as you want, there's plenty."

Hu Wangfei: ......

I'm starting to doubt whether I'm really Hu Dahai's biological son.

Wang Jian and his group had been itching to eat it for a long time and couldn't wait to get their hands on it.

As soon as Hu Dahai opened his mouth, they immediately started eating, without any hesitation, not even using chopsticks, and even grabbing the food with their hands.

"Glug." Hu Wangfei looked at Hu Dahai with a wronged expression, while Wang Jian and the others ate with relish.

He was filled with remorse; he wanted to slap himself hard. Why did he have to say something so ridiculous about being the last piece?

The intense aroma was so enticing that it made his mouth water uncontrollably, and he even wanted to suck on the bones they had left behind.

Soon, Wang Jian and Sun Tai finished off the pot of duck parts, which weighed about four or five pounds. After finishing, Wang Jian patted his stomach and said admiringly, "Brother Hu, if we had braised food like this, I think we could sell it by pushing a bicycle or carrying it on a shoulder pole, and it would definitely be a huge success!"

“Now we won’t just be able to support ourselves, I estimate we’ll make a good profit. I’ll give it a try and try to share some of the money from selling duck products with you every now and then.”

Hu Dahai didn't care whether Wang Jian and the others could share his money, because his main concern was that they could develop as much as possible, help him expand his influence, and establish the Qianmen sect as soon as possible.

Once the Qianmen is established, all this information and these channels will be the greatest asset.

Worried that he wouldn't do it well, Wang Jian asked Hu Dahai to write down the steps for him. He then returned to Hangzhou with Hu Dahai's instructions and a packet of seasonings that Hu Dahai had prepared.

When Wang Jian returned, he shared his idea with his companions, and their eyes immediately lit up.

"Great, Brother Wang, now we all have something to do!"

"Brother Wang, please help us cook the braised food quickly, we'll take it out to sell tomorrow!"

"Selling braised food allows us to gather more information."

Wang Jian did not disappoint them: "Okay, tomorrow, come to my place tomorrow and I'll prepare all the braised dishes for you."

The next morning, a long line formed in front of Wang Jian's rented room. Some people were pushing bicycles, some were carrying loads on their shoulders, and some were pushing wheelbarrows.

Everyone was waiting for Wang Jian to bring out the braised food so they could take it out to sell.

Reeking of braised meat, Wang Jian distributed the braised duck parts he had prepared to these people, adding a small markup to the cost price, according to a set ratio. They were then free to distribute them and sell them. The selling price was entirely up to them.

The fragrant braised dishes not only won over Wang Jian and his friends, but also quickly won over the foodies of Hangzhou.

By the end of the day, Wang Jian's first batch of braised food had sold out completely.

According to Wang Jianyi's calculations, after deducting the cost of the ingredients, he alone made a net profit of 40 yuan that day. Not to mention his partners, who each earned between 3 and 5 yuan from selling the braised food.

Having made a fortune, everyone's faces were beaming with smiles, and they all urged Wang Jian to cook more tomorrow.

Furthermore, based on customer feedback, the team made improvements. Because of the cold weather, their braised food would freeze quickly, so they decided to install a small coal stove underneath so that the braised food would always be hot, no matter where they went.

The news spread rapidly and quietly to the surrounding area.

Many people who initially didn't want to follow Wang Jian are now coming to him, hoping to work for him.

People from many other cities also rushed over upon hearing the news, wanting to follow Wang Jian.

Wang Jian accepted all who came, because they were all poor people, people struggling to make ends meet, who had nowhere else to turn but to seek refuge with him.

In no time, the number of Wang Jian's men quickly grew from a dozen or so to dozens, even hundreds. His daily routine at home consisted mainly of sorting through the special intelligence his men brought him and preparing braised dishes.

He even moved to a larger rental apartment because his previous rental was too small to fit too many pots of braised food.

As time went by, Wang Jian's power grew stronger and stronger.

He also began to divide his friends into teams. Each city was divided into a large team with a large team leader. Each district and county within the city was a small team with a small team leader. Each township and commune was further divided into groups with group leaders.

With a concrete administrative plan in place, he felt he should give his people a prestigious title.

Because of this name, he specifically sought out Hu Dahai: "Brother Hu, what do you think of calling us Qianmen?"

The idea of ​​the Qianmen was something Wang Jian had since he was very young. At that time, he happened to hear someone telling a story about a leader of the Qianmen who was chivalrous, took care of the poor, and severely punished those who bullied others.

Therefore, from then on, he deeply imprinted the two characters "Qianmen" in his mind.

He thought that he must become a person like the leader of the Qianmen Sect in the future.

Even his name, Wang Jian, was originally named Wang Jian by his parents when he was a child, but he changed his name to Wang Jian because the Qianmen sect leader used a sword.

Hu Dahai naturally knew that the Qian Gate must be of great significance to Wang Jian, so he smiled and said, "Alright, then let's use the Qian Gate."

Hu Dahai genuinely doesn't care about names, just like Sun Tai brand off-season vegetables. What he cares about isn't the empty reputation, but the profits he truly desires.

Upon hearing this, Wang Jian's face lit up with joy. He was genuinely worried that Hu Dahai wanted to choose a different name.

Hu Dahai even gave Wang Jian some suggestions, all of which were advantages he had heard in his previous life about why people were willing to join the Qianmen sect.

For example, if someone bullies a member of the Qianmen, they must unite to fight back and make every member of the Qianmen feel the unity and strength of the Qianmen so that they will be willing to serve the Qianmen.

Hearing this, Wang Jian became even more confident, feeling that Qianmen could really be expanded into a large enterprise.

Just as Qianmen began its rapid expansion and development.

Du Tianchuan, from the Lingdong Brigade, sensed something was wrong.