After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

Qin Donghai sat upright, his expression solemn: "Please give me your guidance, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Zhengye pointed out incisively, "Because 3 billion is not a small amount. In today's business environment, there are too many unexpected crises. I have always doubted whether your Qin family's team has the execution ability to deal with emergencies and solve thorny problems."

Zhou Zhengye changed the subject, pointing to the purple clay jar on the table:

"But today's meal showed me something different."

"To find such a truly skilled person in less than 48 hours and quietly serve up a jar of authentic Buddha Jumps Over the Wall that would take several days and nights to make."

Zhou Zhengye leaned back in his chair, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

"This shows that your Qin family still has hidden cards and methods that ordinary people can't see in Jiangcheng. The ability to turn the impossible into the possible, that kind of execution is what I value most."

Upon hearing this, Qin Donghai's shirt was completely soaked through.

But he managed to keep his emotions in check and didn't let himself show excessive elation.

"President Zhou has a keen eye. Since our Qin family dared to take on that project in the south of the city, we have naturally made thorough preparations."

Zhou Zhengye nodded:

"There's a shortfall of 3 billion. I can team up with several institutions to lead the investment."

"but……"

The private room fell silent instantly. The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Qin Donghai's heart clenched, and his breath caught in his throat for a moment.

Having spent decades navigating the business world, he knew all too well what this meant.

This is often a sign that the other party is preparing to make exorbitant demands and impose harsh additional conditions.

Qin Donghai's mind raced.

What does Zhou Zhengye want? Absolute controlling stake in the project company? Veto power?

Or should we raise the annualized interest rate on the bridge loan to over 20%? Or should we require the Qin Group to use its core assets as collateral for a betting agreement?

Either way, it would be a huge financial blow to the Qin Group.

However, the Chengnan project required too much upfront investment. If this money doesn't come in, the Qin family's cash flow will immediately break down.

Qin Donghai gritted his teeth, quickly calculating the bottom line he could accept in his mind.

Qin Lang stood to the side, barely daring to breathe, his fists clenched tightly, his palms covered in cold sweat.

Zhou Zhengye looked at the extremely tense father and son with a serious expression.

He slowly raised his hand, stretched it out, and pointed to the grayish-brown purple clay jar in the very center of the round table.

"However... I'll keep the rest of this Buddha Jumps Over the Wall. I need to pack it up and take it back to the hotel for a late-night snack."

Dead silence.

There was a two-second silence in the private room.

Qin Donghai was stunned; he even doubted if there was something wrong with his ears.

No share transfer? No high interest rates? No performance-based agreement?

Just for a jar of leftovers?!

Qin Donghai's tense nerves finally relaxed completely.

The stark contrast overwhelmed him, and he burst into laughter.

"No problem! It's all yours! Qin Lang and I won't even touch the chopsticks!"

Qin Lang, who was standing nearby, was also grinning from ear to ear and quickly ran to the side to get a takeout box:

"Uncle Zhou, don't worry, I'll find you an insulated container. I guarantee the soup will still be piping hot when you get back to the hotel!"

……

The evening market on the first floor had long since ended, and the place was deserted.

Lin Fan walked to the water bar counter, picked up his notebook and pen, and began to check today's accounts.

Besides the walk-in customers in the morning and the extra business at noon, the 88,000 yuan spent on this private room in the evening brought today's revenue directly past the 700,000 yuan mark.

He tapped rapidly on the calculator, and after confirming that everything was correct, he closed the ledger.

These past few days, Su Xiaoxiao has been busy distributing plum juice concentrate at school, and he's been doing all the finishing touches at the shop himself.

Although we're short-handed, it's nice to have some peace and quiet.

Just then, a series of steady footsteps came from the stairs.

Lin Fan closed the ledger and looked up.

Qin Lang walked at the front, carefully carrying an exquisite insulated food container in his hand.

Zhou Zhengye and Qin Donghai walked side by side behind, both with relaxed and satisfied smiles on their faces.

With the 3 billion yuan investment agreement finalized, the atmosphere between the two became noticeably more harmonious.

Zhou Zhengye walked to the lobby on the first floor and stopped.

He looked around the antique-style shop and finally fixed his gaze on Lin Fan, who was standing behind the bar.

He didn't put on that condescending investor attitude.

He stepped forward, took out a business card from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, and handed it to Lin Fan with both hands.

"Boss Lin," Zhou Zhengye said politely, "I thoroughly enjoyed this meal today. This Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is the most authentic and meticulously prepared dish I've had in years."

Lin Fan reached out and took the business card, glancing at it. It only had the three characters "Zhou Zhengye" and a phone number; there was no title.

"I'm glad Mr. Zhou is satisfied with the food." Lin Fan put the business card into his pocket, his tone indifferent.

Looking at Lin Fan's calm demeanor, Zhou Zhengye's admiration deepened.

"I'm based in Beijing most of the time. If you ever run into trouble or need any resources when you open a shop in Beijing, Mr. Lin, just call this number anytime." Zhou Zhengye pointed to Lin Fan's pocket.

"As long as we're in the capital, my words still carry some weight."

Lin Fan nodded: "Thank you."

Qin Donghai also stepped forward, grasped Lin Fan's hands with both of them, and shook them vigorously twice.

"Master Lin, we are deeply grateful. Without your grand finale dish today, we, the Qin Group, would not have been able to overcome this hurdle."

Qin Donghai's eyes were slightly red, and his tone was sincere, "From now on in Jiangcheng, anyone who dares to cause trouble for the Lin family's shop will be going against the Qin family."

"It's a matter of taking money to do things, and everyone gets what they need. Chairman Qin, there's no need to be so polite." Lin Fan withdrew his hand.

Qin Lang waved the insulated food container in his hand and said with a grin, "Brother Lin, we'll head over now. Uncle Zhou needs to get back to his hotel to rest. I'll come back to the store to support you again tomorrow!"

Take care.

The three turned around, pushed open the glass door, and stepped into the night.

Outside, two black minivans had been waiting for some time. The doors closed, the engines started, and the vehicles smoothly drove away from Phoenix Golden Street.

The shop fell silent again.

Lin Fan took a clean rag, walked into the hall, and began to clean the remaining water stains on the table.

He picked up the remote and turned on the TV hanging on the wall.

The shop was too quiet, so he was used to playing some background noise.

The television screen lit up, showing the evening financial news from Jiangcheng.

The female host's voice was clear and resonant, echoing in the empty hall.

"Breaking news. The Su Group's roadshow in Europe has been a great success, and it has received investment intentions totaling US$100 million from several top investment banks."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan paused for a moment while wiping the table.