Chapter 1747: Showing Off One's Talents 2

Although the restaurant is profitable, it has only just come into Zichen's hands, so the earnings are limited.

"That's right, you didn't expect that, did you?" Zichen said with a proud look.

He certainly had the capital to be proud.

From childhood to adulthood, he had been discouraged countless times; everyone felt his hobby was unreliable, so his mother's current expression was very gratifying to him.

Shi Youxuan praised her son: "Not bad, truly not bad. Take the card to your father's company and see if his old face turns red."

"I used to oppose you becoming a chef and oppose you opening a restaurant, but looking at this profit margin, not many people in physical businesses can outperform you." Shi Youxuan was very proud of her son, but at the same time, she expressed her stance.

That is—I won't get involved in matters between you and your father. You take it over yourself.

Zichen felt helpless. He had no choice but to take it to the company himself.

As it turned out, he didn't meet his father in his office, but he ran into Zirui instead.

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?"

The brothers spoke in unison.

Zirui said: "I asked my mentor for a week off to come over and help."

After saying that, he added: "Don't worry, Big Brother, I won't fail any courses."

Zichen didn't worry about him failing courses at all.

Some people are born to show off when it comes to studying; without even seeing them work hard, they can excel in every subject. Zirui and Zihan both belong to this type of person.

Zirui asked his big brother: "Are you here to help too? That's great, Big Brother, sit here."

He offered his seat, but his big brother shook his head: "I'm not here to help. I don't know the first thing about the company and can't be of any help. I'm just here to deliver a card to Father."

"Dad went to Ginza for a meeting. You'll have to wait a while."

"Alright, I'll sit there and wait. You go ahead with your work, don't mind me."

Zichen sat on the sofa, watching Zirui review documents, answer phone calls, and issue various instructions.

He looked just like his father, a natural leader.

Although Zirui was not old, he had an expression of being in total control, handling official business in an orderly manner, quite like his father's style.

Zirui was able to multitask, handling official business while having the Secretary serve tea to his big brother.

He even told him: "There are cookbooks on the third shelf of the second bookcase on the left."

Zichen said: "You are truly thoughtful, preparing cookbooks for me even at a time like this..."

No, that's not right.

Zirui didn't know he was coming before this, so it was impossible for him to have prepared them in advance.

And since this was his father's office, there was only one possibility—it was his father who had prepared them!

Zichen opened the bookcase, and the shock he received was even more intense. It wasn't just one or a few books, but an entire shelf full of cookbooks.

There were specialty dishes from all over the world, in all sorts of languages; everything one could wish for was there.

He suddenly felt a lump in his throat, and his eyes grew moist.

These cookbooks were not new; some were quite old, while others were from recent years. Although his father had opposed him becoming a chef from childhood to adulthood, he had actually been silently paying close attention to his hobby.

"Big Brother, why are you crying?" Zirui asked, knowing the answer.

"I'm not crying," he denied: "Something got in my eye, the wind is too strong."

The office windows weren't even open, so where would the wind come from?

Zirui didn't expose him; he just smiled and lowered his head to busy himself with his own work.

At this moment, with a "Bang," the office door was kicked open heavily. Zihan and Litian burst in; the one who kicked the door was Zihan.

"You're really something. Would you kick the door like this if Dad were in the office?" Zirui said, dissatisfied.

Zihan said: "Impossible, how would I dare? I knew Dad wasn't here and that you two were, which is why I was so arrogant."

As he spoke, he saw the cookbook in Zichen's hand and immediately started shouting: "Big Brother, you actually ran here to look at cookbooks? That's too much."

Zirui spoke up for his big brother and scolded Zihan: "Don't talk nonsense, Big Brother is here to bring money to Dad."

Zihan's way of speaking was exactly the same as their mother's: "How much money?"

Anyone who didn't know him would think he was a greedy person who loved money more than life.

"I won't tell you." Zichen kept him in suspense.

"Tell me, tell me, tell me..."

Not many people could withstand Zihan's "Moji Divine Skill," and Zichen was no exception.

"Fine, fine, fine, stop nagging. I'll tell you, I'll tell you, is that okay?"

It wasn't a secret anyway, and there were no outsiders in the office, so he might as well say it.

"Twelve point three million. Didn't expect that, did you? Stunned, aren't you?"

He was indeed stunned.

Zihan's face was full of astonishment!

But soon his eyes lit up, and his face was full of intoxication: "The snack shop looks so unremarkable, yet it makes so much money? If I had known, I would have gone to be a chef too."

Zichen teased: "It's not too late for you to change your mind now."

Chenxin Snack looked unremarkable and the storefront wasn't large, but the table turnover rate was extremely high, so it had earned so much money in just over a year—a classic case of low investment and quick results.

This was Zichen's first pot of gold, and just the beginning was enough to make his family look at him with new eyes.

Zihan was just saying it casually; he was envious, but he didn't have the slightest intention of changing his career.

"Hehe, we are siblings, we are own brothers. If Big Brother makes money, I benefit too. I don't need to change careers; you all are responsible for making money, I'll just be responsible for being handsome..."

"In your dreams!"

"Shameless!"

"Hit him!"

The brothers laughed and joked around.

The Secretary pushed the door open and entered, interrupting the happy brothers.

The Secretary asked Zirui: "President Sheng, You Yifan's agent is here. They are demanding an increase in the advertising endorsement fee; otherwise, they would rather pay the breach of contract penalty and tear up the contract. How would you like to handle this?"

You Yifan is a red-hot figure recently; because a drama became a hit, his value as the male lead has also skyrocketed, and when one's value is high, it is easy to get carried away.

Now, wherever he goes, he puts on airs, and if things don't go his way, he wants to tear up the contract.

Those who didn't know better would think he was the capitalist.

If not for this financial crisis, if the endorsement fee wanted to rise, it could rise; Dingsheng wouldn't be unable to accept it.

But encouraging this kind of atmosphere is not conducive to the development of Dingsheng.

Zirui did not make a decision on his own, but instead asked the Secretary: "What is the Chairman's opinion?"

"The Chairman said to let you make the decision."

Zirui said: "You go out first. We brothers will discuss it, and I will give you an answer in a while."

"Very well."

As soon as the Secretary went out, Zihan became incredibly angry: "This is too outrageous, he has no sense of contractual spirit at all. Terminate the contract with him. I don't think we need to look elsewhere for a company spokesperson; isn't there a ready-made candidate right here?"

He patted his own chest with an "if not me, then who" attitude.

Zichen agreed: "I think that works."

Litian also agreed: "I think that works too."

Zirui had no objections either, so it was decided just like that.

Zihan and Zirui look very much alike, but their temperaments are completely different.

Zirui is very orthodox and always keeps a straight face, but Zihan has a sort of roguish handsomeness.

His image is the most suitable for being the company's spokesperson.

In the past, when the company's performance was good, spending a little more money to hire a celebrity for an endorsement was nothing, but now that there is a financial crisis, one should save where one can.

I like the wife who always wants to anger me.