One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

The air suddenly fell silent.

Zhang Tianyi's smile froze.

He glanced at the two pieces of meat on the plate, then at the middle-aged woman who was still habitually shaking her hands, and finally turned to look at Zhao Fangxu behind him.

Those purple eyes were filled with shock, confusion, and a furious anger that felt deeply insulted.

"Little Zhao."

Zhang Tianyi pointed at the two pieces of meat and asked in a trembling voice:

What does this mean?

"Is this braised pork? This is a specimen of braised pork!"

"Did your company's chef practice that... Tang Clan's 'Parkinson's Hand' technique?"

"Such a big spoonful of meat, and she just shook it all away? Does she think I can't afford it, or does she think I'm on a diet?!"

Startled, Zhao Fangxu rushed forward and yelled at the still-unresponsive older woman:

"Sister Liu! Stop shaking! If you keep shaking, I'll fire you!"

"Give him a full bowl! Fill it up! Give him the whole bowl!!"

Startled by Zhao Dong's shout, the woman poured several spoonfuls of food onto Zhang Tianyi's plate.

"Splash—"

Zhang Tianyi looked at the pile of braised pork, which resembled a Himalayas, and nodded in satisfaction before putting his sunglasses back on.

"That's right."

"Be honest. Don't let your hands shake all the time; it'll make people think you're sick."

After this commotion, everyone in the cafeteria knew that someone they didn't want to mess with had arrived.

The process of getting food went exceptionally smoothly.

Whenever Zhang Tianyi stands at a window, the chefs inside are eager to serve him all the pots and pans.

Five minutes later.

Zhang Tianyi, carrying a mountain of food plates, found a seat by the window and sat down.

Zhao Fangxu sat opposite him, with only two dishes on his plate, clearly having lost his appetite.

Eat up! Don't be shy!

Zhang Tianyi chewed on the braised pork belly, mumbling as he spoke, "Commanding the World" mode:

"Xiao Zhao, I'm not trying to be mean, but..."

"There's something wrong with the feng shui of your company."

"what?"

Zhao Fangxu was taken aback, his chopsticks stopping in his hand. "Feng shui? This building was specially inspected by a master of the 'Shu' school..."

"Those 'masters' know nothing!"

Zhang Tianyi chuckled, pointed with his chopsticks at the ceiling, then at the "All-in-One" sign hanging on the wall:

"Look, your cafeteria is on the second floor, and the office area is upstairs."

"So this is what they mean by having food on your head and not being disturbed? Wrong!"

"This is called 'the food's heat rising up, making your head spin'!"

"No wonder your company has been so inefficient these past few years. You can't even catch the Quanxing gang properly. They've all been driven crazy by this cooking fumes!"

Zhao Fangxu was stunned.

Although something felt off, it made perfect sense coming from the mouth of this nearly 100-year-old elder.

"Then... then according to your opinion, how should it be changed?" Zhao Fangxu humbly asked for advice.

"Simple."

Zhang Tianyi took a sip of the free seaweed and egg drop soup, and smacked her lips:

"Move the cafeteria to the top floor."

"This is what they call 'the higher you climb, the colder it gets, so you have to eat more.' It allows you to enjoy the view while also improving your employees' stamina for climbing stairs."

"Also, this soup is too bland. Remember to add more dried shrimp next time."

Zhao Fangxu's lips twitched.

Where is this going?

Is this feng shui?

This is clearly utter nonsense!

But Zhang Tianyi thoroughly enjoyed the meal.

Not only did they completely confuse Zhao Fangxu, but they also took the opportunity to comment on the company's attendance system and dress code.

Zhao Fangxu smiled obsequiously the whole time, bowing and scraping, and was even responsible for handing out tissues.

The chairman of NaDuTong, a prestigious company, was forced to become a waiter at Haidilao.

"belch--"

Finally, Zhang Tianyi put down his chopsticks and let out a burp.

He glanced at the mess of plates and patted his stomach with satisfaction.

"Alright, this meal may be a bit simple, but it shows sincerity."

"Little Zhao, you did a good job."

"If you encounter any trouble in the future, you can mention my name, Uncle Zhang!"

Zhang Tianyi stood up, straightened his trench coat, and prepared to leave.

He paused as he passed the beverage section.

There was a row of freshly squeezed juices on display, which looked very tempting.

Zhang Tianyi glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then with lightning speed, he reached out his hand—

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Two bottles of orange juice in his left hand, two bottles of watermelon juice in his right hand, and even a bottle of apple juice tucked under his armpit.

This set of movements was fluid and lightning-fast, clearly indicating a repeat offender.

"Perfect, I'll take it back for afternoon tea."

Zhang Tianyi blinked at the dumbfounded Zhao Fangxu:

"Um... this is free, right?"

Zhao Fangxu watched as Zhang Tianyi ransacked the beverage cabinet like a bandit, and felt that his career had suffered a major setback.

He took a deep breath and squeezed out a single word, his voice trembling:

"No...no need..."

"Alright! See you later!"

Zhang Tianyi, carrying five bottles of juice, strode away contentedly.

Zhao Fangxu was left standing there, looking at the mess in the canteen, lost in deep thought.

Chapter 58 My Advisor, I'm feeding mosquitoes, are you having fun?

As night falls, Beijing's neon lights illuminate the city with dazzling colors.

Bulgari Hotel, Presidential Suite.

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, Zhang Tianyi, wearing that silk bathrobe, lay lazily on the massage chair.

Holding a wine glass, he drank watermelon juice he had taken from the cafeteria.

"Ugh, so boring..."

Zhang Tianyi looked at the night view outside the window and sighed.

We'll have to wait for news about the double-handedness. Fatty Zhao has also been through a lot and is probably hiding at home crying right now.

"The night is long, and I can't sleep."

Zhang Tianyi took out his phone from his pocket, swiped his finger across the screen twice, and finally stopped at the profile picture labeled "Grandson".

"I wonder how that kid is doing now."

"As an elder, I should be concerned about the younger generation's work progress."

Zhang Tianyi smirked and pressed the video call request.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

It rang for a long time before the video call was finally connected.

The screen shook violently, and the light was extremely dim, with only the shadows of a few leaves faintly visible.

Immediately afterwards, a huge face that took up the entire screen appeared.

It was a large face etched with vicissitudes, weariness, and grievances.

His face was smeared with camouflage paint, rotten leaves were stuck in his hair, and there was a large, swollen bump on his left eyelid, just from a mosquito bite.

"Hey...Master..."

Zhang Chulan's voice was very low, with a hint of sobbing, as if he had just been robbed:

"It's so late... what instructions do you have?"

"puff--"

Zhang Tianyi almost spat out the watermelon juice she had just drunk.

He adjusted his posture to ensure the luxurious presidential suite backdrop was perfectly framed, then asked with a surprised expression: