A newly opened Japanese restaurant in the city advertises its fresh ingredients. It is said that the chef hired graduated from Japan after 20 years of training.

As for why it takes twenty years of training to make sushi, is it because the chef is too stupid and lacks understanding, or because Japanese training is too slow and not systematic at all.

No one has studied it in depth.

Anyway, many middle-class families flock to it, as if if they don't have a good meal, they are like dwarfs.

Of course, with such a mentality, you will definitely not be able to stand up just by eating.

The refrigerated warehouse in the back kitchen of a Japanese restaurant definitely does not meet the national health standards today.

Because there were actually people eating hot pot in the cold storage, and there were also people eating hot pot naked inside.

Zhao Ziran looked at Zhang Jian, who was wearing nothing but a pair of underwear in front of him, and said kindly: "Come, eat more, keep warm."

"Thank you... Thank you, Mr. Zhao..." Zhang Jian didn't have the heart to eat hot pot at this moment. He just wanted to dive into the hot pot in front of him.

"I know you love hot pot, and I heard that you usually eat hot pot. You are very particular about what must be paired with garlic and sesame seeds. You need to mix them two hundred times. If you add just one or two less times, you can eat it in one bite. I said

Is that right?" Zhao Ziran smiled and put the whole plate of mutton into the copper pot in front of him.

Zhang Jian looked at Zhao Ziran, who was wearing mink fur in front of him. He was too cold to speak a word. He just twitched the corners of his mouth and tried his best to put on a smile.

"Why don't you eat? Move your chopsticks. Didn't I choose the place? What a good place. It was specially chosen for you to calm you down. Look, how calm you are now."

While he was talking, his subordinates poured warm wine that had been heated to the right temperature for Zhao Ziran.

Zhao Ziran picked up the wine glass, knocked it against the table, drank it all in one gulp, and then continued to say to Zhang Jian: "Don't drink? You just don't want to give me face."

After hearing these words, Zhang Jian exhausted all his strength, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and then brought it to his mouth tremblingly. Then he drank the glass of wine. In order to show that he had finished drinking, he even turned the glass upside down.

Prove it to nature.

A glass of white wine added some warmth to Zhang Jian's body.

Of course, this is just an illusion caused by alcohol. After a while, after the alcohol wears off, Zhang Jian will feel several times colder.

"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao, I'm... I'm wronged." Zhang Jian cheered up and explained for himself.

"Unjustly accused? Why are you unjustly accused?" Zhao Ziran seemed not to understand what Zhang Jian said, and was minding his own business with the meat in his hand.

"Oh, I understand. What you mean is that you didn't do what I asked you to do, and you were wronged. What about me? Am I the one who was wronged?" After saying this, Zhao Ziran flicked the pieces of meat off his chopsticks.

to Zhang Jian's head.

Zhang Jian didn't dare to dodge, nor did he dare to take off the meat slices on his head. He even hoped that Zhao Ziran would throw more cooked food over, maybe this would increase his temperature.

Zhang Jian quickly drank another glass of liquor, hoping to numb his consciousness and allow him to speak more fluently.

"Mr. Zhao, I really didn't expect that boy Zhang Fugui has such a powerful trump card. This is really a failure of my subordinates." A glass of wine can dispel some of the chill. In addition to making Zhang Jian feel temporarily comfortable, it also helps him find a way to

Got some ideas back.

"Have you finished talking?" After hearing Zhang Jian's explanation, Zhao Ziran nodded, then stood up and said to the people around him: "Let him out tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao! Listen to me... Listen to me, I have important information to tell you, and I can definitely make up for it!" Zhang Jian knew what he was going to face next, so he quickly spoke out words to save his life.

Hearing Zhang Jian's roar, Zhao Ziran stopped, turned around, looked at his watch, and then said: "I'll give you one minute, the countdown begins."

Given such an opportunity, how could Zhang Jian dare to delay? He picked up the wine glass and continued to use wine to keep himself warm. After drinking a glass, he quickly said: "Mr. Zhao, although I was arrested this time, I

I definitely didn’t betray any of your information, and I saw Dean Cao at Zhang Fugui’s place!”

Hearing this, Zhao Ziran sat down, offered Zhang Jian a glass of white wine, and then said, "Which Dean Cao?"

Zhang Jian picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and then said: "That's the deputy director Cao from the orphanage. He and Zhang Fugui are in the same group!"

After hearing the news, Zhao Ziran's pupils couldn't help but shrink.

He knew that Zhang Fugui was related to the orphanage, and it was because of Zhang Fugui's appearance that the plan to fraudulently donate to the orphanage failed in the end.

He had also wondered whether Vice President Cao was sent by Zhang Fugui, but through his own investigation, it was found that Zhang Fugui did not work in the orphanage, and it seemed that he had little relationship with Vice President Cao.

In addition, Zhang Jian and his gang helped "look after" Zhang Fugui.

Therefore, I have recently focused all my attention on the orphanage, and ignored Zhang Fugui of the Red Star Factory.

Now that he heard the information Zhang Jian brought back, although it was not Galvatron's information, it was definitely the information he least wanted to hear at the moment.

"Speak carefully, continue speaking, speak carefully, and don't miss a single detail."

Zhao Ziran nodded to the men next to him, and then the other man took a handkerchief and threw it on Zhang Jian.

Although this handkerchief was not large in area, it was better than nothing. Zhang Jian still draped it on his body gratefully.

"That day, after I broke into the Red Star Factory and was arrested, I pretended to faint and fell to the ground. I overheard a man discussing with Zhang Fugui how to deal with me. Then from Zhang Fugui's mouth, I learned that the man's name was

Lao Cao is the current deputy director of the orphanage."

How could Zhang Jian dare to tell Zhao Ziran the truth about that day, so he had to make up a little bit and tell Zhao Ziran half truths and half lies.

Zhao Ziran nodded after hearing this, and then said to Zhang Jian: "Well, I didn't expect you to be of some use, but unfortunately, it's only a little bit."

After speaking, he stood up and told the people around him: "Watch him and let him eat all the mutton before letting him out."

When Zhang Jian heard this, he felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He quickly put the plates of mutton in front of him into the copper pot, hoping to finish them quickly so that he could leave this hellish place.

After Zhao Ziran walked out of the cold room, he entered a private room and saw Zhou Quan enjoying a plate of grilled eel.

"It's made in China, but we say it's imported from Japan. Some people are so mean. If you don't say imported, they think it's not classy." Zhao Ziran was not polite and directly grabbed a grilled eel and stuffed it into his mouth.

"So angry? Has there been any result?" Zhou Quan asked.

"Yes."

"Not so good?" Zhou Quan continued to ask.
Chapter completed!