“Wow, delicious!”

Zhang Jialiang gave Jian Heng a thumbs up: "Brother, I didn't expect you to have this trick!"

Xiao Huang didn't speak at all, biting the roast beef on the plate with gravy hanging on the corner of his mouth. Just look at his eating behavior, you will know how satisfied he is.

Zhao Changshan ate the most elegant thing. While eating, he also commented two sentences from time to time, saying that the spice in the juice has a slightly stronger flavor, covering the taste of the gravy itself, or the roasted one at the bottom is a bit too fresh and tender.

Of course, Jian Heng put all his suggestions behind his mind. Such meat is about a small amount of one pound, and he eats it with generous amounts, and he wants to eat meat with big mouthfuls of slacks.

Jian Heng also knew that his ability to make meat was a little far from Old Anders, but this was meat. Such a large piece of meat was attractive to put on the table.

If you have meat to eat, you still complain. Such people should be caught and bounced into Ding Ding until they die.

"I'll have so much to say if I have meat!" Jian Heng glanced at Zhao Changshan, then lowered his head and continued to chew the meat.

"No, no, no, no!" Zhao Changshan sighed and continued to deal with the huge beef cubes on his plate.

The enthusiasm for meat seems to come from Jian Heng, such as Zhang Jialiang, Xiao Zhao, Xiao Huang, etc., so they are extremely strong to add barley and wheat.

A group of cowboys, both young and old, focused more on fried dumplings and barbecue, but there were very few people who had killed one piece. Most of them only had the beef on the plate, and the most were fried into golden yellow, almost the same nature as pot stickers.

Such a heroic barbecue is fresh for people like Zhao Changshan, but although the meat is delicious for cowboys of all sizes, Chinese-style dumplings are much harder to eat than heroic barbecue.

Let's put it this way, the two groups of people have their own main goals, and the only thing they don't like is salad. From the beginning to the end, few people moved that thing.

It took about an hour and a half to bring the rest with you, and then everyone continued to work in the cafeteria, and the sun sets down to the west.

At this time, when the work ended, Jian Heng started to pay a day's salary, and at the same time, he gave each person a bunch of hot fried dumplings.

Most people received wages, but there were still a very small number of people and Old Anders who were particularly good, such as Old Wash. Those who knew that the ranch had difficulty did not collect money, but instead ordered an extra dumpling with Jian Heng's flavored barbecue.

After all this trouble, the sun was hanging on the mountainside and there was only a red piece left. Jian Heng sent away all the cowboys.

"Boss, your barbecue is very popular at night." Xiao Zhao sat at the table, dragging a piece of beef in his mouth. When he saw Jian Heng coming over and flattering him a little.

Zhang Jialiang said: "I haven't sold dumplings at noon, so I didn't expect to fight a turnaround at night!"

"Can you feed it after you finish eating?"

Jian Heng saw that Dabae sitting by the table was now focusing on feeding the little white lion. A small table surrounded the people, and the people were all filled with people. Finally, the little white lion was assigned a seat. Do you think Jian Heng has no objection? It was almost the same as the owner Jian Heng was squeezed.

"Denver works hard today, why can't we eat it?"

Damai turned his head with confidence and said to Jian Heng.

At this time, the little lion was now tilting his head and chewing a small piece of roast beef. While making a whimpering sound, he seemed to feel the owner's dissatisfaction. He looked up with his shiny eyes and looked at Jian Heng with his whining twice, then stretched out his front paws to start playing with the meat.

"You can eat, you can eat!" Jian Heng said, took a plate and made a few dumplings with a small piece of barbecue, then made half a plate of salad to prepare to eat.

"Brother, sit here!" Xiao Huang immediately got up and prepared to give his position to Jian Heng.

Jian Heng immediately reached out and pressed him back to the chair: "Okay, sit down, I'll just stand."

Press Xiao Huang back to the chair. The phone in his pocket rang. He immediately put the plate back on the table. Jian Heng answered the phone again.

The caller was Zuo Tong. After a few polite words, Zuo Tong went straight to the point and gave Jian Heng a surprising offer: "Brother Jian, this time I came with full sincerity. You have to think carefully. It is a good thing to keep such a very historical car in our China."

Jian Heng thought for more than a minute and agreed to his offer: "Okay, I'll call the Paixing later and agree to the purchase."

"Thank you! Thank you!" Zuo Tong heard Jian Heng say this, his voice immediately became octave higher.

"No need to thank me, I took the money," Jian Heng replied with a smile.

The first thing Jian Heng wants to sell is that the price is appropriate. Now the price offered by Zuo Tong is equivalent to the previous price ratio, which is equivalent to one before and after tax. The tax in the United States is not a small amount, and one entry or exit is millions. Jian Heng referred to the appraisal of the auction house and felt that the price reported by Zuo Tong is acceptable now. After filling the deficit of the ranch, he still has a little surplus, so he stopped rushing and agreed to sell it directly.

Originally, Zuo Tong was going to spend more time, but when he heard that Jian Heng was so happy, he kept saying thank you on the other end happily.

"When will you arrive at SH, be sure to call me!" Zuo Tong said politely.

"It must be a problem!" Jian Heng thought it was just a polite trick, so he took the stick with it.

The two of them yelled for a few more times, and Jian Heng hung up the phone.

After putting down the phone and turning his head, Jian Heng found that everyone was looking at him, so he asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Sold it?" Zhao Changshan asked.

Hearing Jian Heng nodded, he stopped asking.

"I sold it to a rich second-generation in China and said that if I were to build a car museum," Jian Heng said, then updated the plate and picked it up.

Xiao wheat, who was touching the little white lion, looked up and said, "It's easy to sell antiques, but it's difficult to buy them again!"

"What should I do if I don't sell it? Where can I get the money to pay you guys? How can I support the ranch?" Jian Heng said with a smile.

When the McAvoy sisters rolled their eyes at Jian Heng and continued to feed their little lion.

Zhao Changshan looked indifferent and continued to eat his own food.

Only Zhang Jialiang smiled and said, "Does the salary increase? Boss, my pockets are as empty as my face."

"Who asked you to buy such a cool car?" Jian Heng picked up a few vegetable leaves and put them into his mouth.

Before he finished speaking, the phone in his pocket rang again. When he opened it, he saw that it was He Ye who called. After answering it, he talked about the car for a few words and then hung up.

I put down the phone and wanted to say something, but unfortunately the phone rang again.

"I'll go, what are you going to do?" Jian Heng put down the plate in his hand, looked at the electricity, and found that it was called by the troublemaker.

"Hey? This is Jian Heng." When he walked to the door, Jian Heng pressed the switch button.

"Henry, I have something I want to discuss with you!" I felt a little embarrassed to have trouble.

Hearing his tone of speaking, Jian Heng couldn't help but feel a sudden slap in his heart and said to himself: It's bad, is it that the group of people this guy has found is not coming?

"You said?" Jian Heng took a long breath inward.

Mr. Trouble, a little irritated: "I want to add another person to the list."

Hearing him say this, Jian Hengchang breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself: Don’t be so angry, can you breathe so much? I’m still so confused!

When I thought about it, I felt a little embarrassed because the number was raised by myself and it said that there could be no more.

"What are you doing if there is one more person?" Jian Heng asked, with a little dissatisfaction in his tone.

The troublemaker quickly said: "A friend of mine is a supermodel. She is in a very bad condition now..."

Jian Heng was about to argue with him, and then he heard Mr. Trouble talking about the key point: "Money is not a problem."

Money is not a problem for them, but it is a problem for Jian Heng. After thinking about it for a while, Jian Heng then replied to him: "There is no place!"

Then he hung up the phone with a snap.

It’s not that Jian Heng doesn’t want to make a profit in this business, but that Jian Heng wants to keep a little bit of a good deal. If you want to come, you’re a roadside stall. You have to make reservations and the longer you get in advance, it’s really awesome.

"The supermodel is coming?"

What Jian Heng didn't expect was that Zhao Changshan immediately showed an interest when he heard the supermodel. Before Jian Heng could answer, he immediately asked again: "Which?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?" Jian Heng replied with a smile.

I took the opportunity to flatter the two sisters Damai and Xiaomai: "We originally had two supermodels here, so there is no need to add any supermodels!"

"This is the most pertinent thing you said since I met you!" Xiaomai said happily.

Jian Heng smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

Just as I was about to reach out to get my plate, my phone rang again. I picked it up and saw that it was still a troublesome gentleman.

"There's something else?"

"Jen, listen to me, this friend is very important to my business, I have to help him with his busy schedule. This person has some tricks..." The troublemaker kept saying.

The tone of the troubles was filled with a willingness. It sounded like Jian Heng could make a lot of money as long as he asked this supermodel to come, and his voice was filled with a little crying voice.

Jian Heng had no good idea. He introduced a business worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, so he could just plug in it if he had sex!

"Tsk! I am not a serving person. You have to make her mentally prepared. When you come to me, everyone will be the same. There will be no special treatment. And don't mention any enjoyment to me... Also, this is a special situation. I don't want this to happen next time. I have twenty-four people prepared here. If there is such a thing, then kick one out of the existing list." Jian Heng came here with a lot of questions. His core idea was to be obedient when he came. If he didn't listen, he would get out of the current list.

The troubled gentleman said: "That's fine. I mentioned it with her. Do you agree?"

"Okay, count her!"

After saying that, he remembered Zhao Changshan's words and asked, "Supermodel? Who is it?"

He asked, but after he answered him, Jian Heng was blind again. He knew that there were no more than five supermodels, and almost half of them debuted ten years ago.
Chapter completed!