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"Brother Lin, the truck has arrived. It was arranged by Young Master Qin."

Lin Fan opened the shop door and led the workers into the sterile kitchen.

Last night, boxes of freshly bottled plum juice concentrate were brought out.

"Send three thousand cans to the logistics department of the Grand Hyatt Hotel," Lin Fan instructed the logistics team leader.

"Put the remaining two thousand cans in another truck and go with Su Xiaoxiao to Jiangcheng University."

"Understood." The logistics team leader directed the workers to load the truck quickly.

Su Xiaoxiao put the shipping order into her backpack and looked at Lin Fan apologetically:

"Brother Lin, we need to check and ship two thousand cans to each dorm room today. I estimate I'll be busy at school all day. As for the shop..."

"You don't need to worry about the shop," Lin Fan interrupted her. "Go on."

"Alright!" Su Xiaoxiao climbed onto the passenger side of the truck with great enthusiasm.

The truck drove away.

Lin Fan turned and walked into the store.

Since Su Xiaoxiao wasn't at the front desk cashier today, Lin Fan simply took a printed QR code for payment and stuck it on the wall by the door.

A stack of number plates was placed next to it.

Nine o'clock sharp.

Lin Fan pulled open the roller shutter door.

The group of familiar faces waiting in line outside the door couldn't wait any longer.

"Assistant Su isn't here today. Please scan the QR code, get a number, and find your seats yourselves. The limit remains unchanged." Lin Fan stood at the door, his tone calm.

"Alright! Master Lin, you go ahead and get busy, we know the rules!" A regular customer rushed up, scanned the code to pay, took a number one card, and strode into the store.

These billionaires, worth hundreds of millions, looked just like employees queuing for food. No one dared to cut in line, and no one dared to make a sound.

They all knew Lin Fan's temper; anyone who dared to act arrogantly or cause trouble in this restaurant would never be able to eat this mouthwatering food again.

In the kitchen, Lin Fan started heating oil in a wok.

The roast duck is ready; slice the meat and plate it. Beef brisket noodles are cooked, with the red and white beef arranged on top of the noodles.

Busy but orderly.

By 12:30 pm, all the ingredients were sold out.

The diners left satisfied, having eaten and drunk their fill.

Lin Fan pulled down and locked the shop door.

He walked to the sink, washed his hands, took a deep breath, and his consciousness once again sank into the farm space.

Half a day had passed outside, but with the farm's flow rate increased thirty times, the purple clay jar had been simmering on the charcoal fire for over ten hours.

Lin Fan walked to the stove outside the warehouse.

The charcoal fire had died out naturally, leaving only a faint residual heat.

The mouth of the purple clay jar was tightly sealed by several layers of fresh lotus leaves and tied with hemp rope.

Not a trace of aroma can be smelled from outside. All the flavors of seafood and land are locked within this small space, undergoing the deepest fusion.

Lin Fan put on heat-resistant gloves and picked up the purple clay jar with both hands.

Very heavy.

"Leave the farm."

Back to the reality of the kitchen.

Lin Fan placed the purple clay jar on the workbench. He took out a small red clay stove from the storage cabinet, added a few pieces of high-quality smokeless silver bone charcoal, and started a small fire.

Place the purple clay jar steadily on the red clay stove and continue to warm it over a low flame.

After finishing these tasks, Lin Fan poured himself a glass of water and sat down to rest.

5:30 p.m.

The shop door was pounded on twice from the outside, followed by Qin Lang's voice: "Brother Lin! Open the door!"

Lin Fan walked over and pulled up half of the roller shutter door.

Qin Lang squeezed in sideways. He was dressed exceptionally formally today, in a pure black haute couture suit, his hair neatly combed.

He had a light sweat on his forehead and looked somewhat nervous.

"Brother Lin, my dad and the others will be here soon. Is the private room okay?"

Qin Lang wiped his sweat as he ran up the stairs to the second floor and checked the cleanliness of each of the six private rooms.

After entering the largest private room, named "Song," and confirming that the air conditioning temperature was suitable and the tea set was neatly arranged, I breathed a sigh of relief and came down.

"Looks like a loser." Lin Fan looked at him and commented indifferently.

Qin Lang gave a wry smile, walked to the bar, and took a sip of water.

"Brother Lin, you have no idea how important this investment is to the Qin family. We've invested too much upfront in that land in the south of the city. If we don't secure this big boss from Beijing, our cash flow will dry up. How can I not be nervous?"

Qin Lang put down his water glass, peeked into the kitchen, and sniffed.

"Brother Lin, where's the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall? I can't smell it at all!" Qin Lang was getting a little uneasy. "Don't tell me you didn't make it!"

Lin Fan pointed to the purple clay jar placed on a small red clay stove in the corner.

"It's being simmered on top."

Qin Lang leaned closer and circled the jar. The lotus leaves sealed it tightly, and there was indeed no fragrance to be smelled.

"Will this... will this work?" Qin Lang swallowed hard, feeling uncertain.

The jar looked dull and gray, completely lacking the luxurious feel of gold trim found in high-end restaurants, and it didn't even have a decent plating.

This is a dinner party concerning a 3 billion yuan investment!

Although he knew that Lin Fan's cooking skills were superb, whether it was beef brisket noodles or roast duck, as long as they were served, they could steal people's souls.

But today is different!

The big boss from Beijing, which places he goes to are all magnificent and filled with dry ice?

If this dusty earthenware pot isn't fragrant at all, it will definitely spoil people's first impression.

"It only tastes good once the jar is opened." Lin Fan didn't explain further. "Go outside and wait to pick them up."

It's 6:30 in the evening.

Two black sedans smoothly drove into Phoenix Golden Street and stopped in front of Lin's shop.

In front was a Mercedes-Benz S-Class, and behind it was a black Maybach with a Beijing license plate.

Qin Lang quickly pushed open the shop door and went out to greet them.

The door of the Mercedes opened, and Qin Donghai got out.

This tycoon, who controls half of Jiangcheng's commercial real estate, is in his fifties and exudes an imposing presence.

But at that moment, he had an extremely enthusiastic smile on his face, and quickly walked to the Maybach in the back, personally opening the rear door.

"Mr. Zhou, we've arrived. Please watch your step." Qin Donghai bowed slightly, his attitude respectful.

A foot wearing a handcrafted, custom-made leather shoe stepped down.

Then, a middle-aged man dressed in a dark gray casual Tang suit stepped out of the carriage.

He was probably in his early fifties, well-maintained, and showed no signs of weight gain. His eyes held the composure of someone who had long held a position of power.

This is Zhou Zhengye, an investor from Beijing.

Zhou Zhengye stood on the street and looked around at his surroundings.

My gaze swept across the shops on both sides of the street, finally settling on "Lin's Shop" in front of me.

Although this shop has taken over the neighboring Dawei Hotpot restaurant, expanded its storefront to three times its original size, and changed its signboard to a grand and imposing black background with gold lettering.

But in the eyes of Zhou Zhengye, a big boss who was used to seeing the top clubs and luxurious facades in Beijing, this kind of storefront hidden in the bustling pedestrian street still seemed a bit lacking.

In particular, the huge gray municipal transformer box that stands directly in front of the store and blocks nearly a third of the view greatly diminishes the grandeur of the entire store, giving it an undeniable rough and unrefined feel.

Zhou Zhengye frowned slightly.