Chapter 1274: with translation of chapter title

Return to Golden Palm, at the main gate, an Aston Martin was parked at the gate, its exhaust pipe putt-putt-putt as it spewed exhaust.

Lin JiaoJiao's Audi, as if it had turned invisible, sat quietly off to the side.

At Golden Palm, luxury cars were everywhere, so the Aston Martin wasn't particularly eye-catching. That car's color was very strange; it looked like it had been modified.

"Boss, someone actually made their car a multicolored black. What taste, so impressive!" Su Yun looked at that car and couldn't help laughing.

"Probably someone looking for Sister Lin." Zheng Ren said: "Yi Ren, I'll go down first and say a few words to Sister Lin."

"Mm." Xie Yiren glanced at the car, showing no interest. She stopped the car, let Zheng Ren go first, and Su Yun got out with her. The Volvo drove quietly into the underground parking lot.

"Sister Lin." As Zheng Ren got out of the car, Lin JiaoJiao had already seen Xie Yiren's Volvo; she walked out of the Aston Martin, smiling, and introduced: "Boss Lao Ban, this is Chief Meng."

Standing beside Lin JiaoJiao was a person with graying hair, about fifty years old.

He was about 1.6 meters tall, short and chubby, with his width and height nearly the same.

Su Yun couldn't help laughing, but regardless of who this person was, laughing to their face was always impolite, so he could only hard-pressed to hold it in.

But recalling that day's white, long, straight legs, and seeing this cube before him, Su Yun couldn't help but feel that money truly is omnipotent.

"Chief Meng, hello." Zheng Ren extended his hand, feigning enthusiasm.

"Hello, Boss Lao Ban." Chief Meng restrainedly extended his hand, shook Zheng Ren's, then let go.

He then reached into his pocket and took out a handkerchief.

"Chief Meng?" Lin JiaoJiao's eyelid twitched.

To prevent trouble, Lin JiaoJiao had repeatedly warned him. But just a moment ago everything was fine, and this guy went and caused trouble for himself.

"Oh." Chief Meng realized that wasn't right, then wiped his nonexistent sweat with the handkerchief and said: "Boss Lao Ban, thanks for handling that matter the other day."

After saying that, he put the handkerchief back.

Su Yun looked at him and shook his head; Lin JiaoJiao deals with these nouveau riche types every day, which must be tough. However, given her business level, still in the primitive accumulation stage, this hardship is something she must endure.

"Oh, it's fine, I just watched a video." Zheng Ren smiled gently and said.

"I just got back from abroad, couldn't help it, got tied up by a big business; thanks to Xiao Lin for helping me make contact." Chief Meng said in a flat tone.

This is just a low-key pretentious act; standing next to that multicolored black, no matter how you look at it, it's funny.

"Chief Meng today took his child to see, and the diagnosis was the same as Boss Lao Ban's. They didn't mention the milk matter on that side, but I advised Chief Meng to listen." Lin JiaoJiao laughed and said.

Su Yun pursed his lips, about to speak, but Zheng Ren seemed to know what he wanted to do and said directly: "Oh, that's tough. Sister Lin, if there's nothing else, I'll head back first."

The short, chubby man furrowed his brows; his eyebrows were so faint they seemed absent, only two little flesh-worms could be seen wriggling gently above his forehead.

"Boss Lao Ban, this is a small token of thanks for your diagnosis." The short, chubby man lifted a black bag from the car; looking at the logo, it was LV.

The bag was heavy, and the short, chubby man struggled to lift it.

"Pfft~" Su Yun finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

"What do you mean?" The short, chubby man's face fell, he glared at Su Yun and asked.

"Chief Meng, Chief Meng, I don't mean anything else, just this big bag of cash—how heavy is it? Last time someone also wanted to bring cash, and I thought it was too troublesome." Su Yun's words sounded mild, but his expression made Chief Meng want to jump up and slap him.

"What do you mean?" Chief Meng still held back and asked coldly.

"Chief Meng, let me tell you, if you're going to flaunt cash, you'd better have lackeys. Look at Zou Jia Hua in Xianggang—he does it well, having his butler or secretary send people to deliver cash. Opening a dozen boxes still looks pretty imposing." Su Yun gave a hehe laugh, not hiding his disdain: "Yours is just too low-class pretentious."

Lin JiaoJiao's face changed, looking unpleasant. She herself feared trouble, having told Chief Meng countless times beforehand, yet he secretly hid from her and used money to smash Boss Lao Ban.

If it had been half a year ago, when I was delivering radish cubes, maybe this trick would have worked. But now, it's utterly useless.

Lin JiaoJiao was speechless. Forget it; as long as they don't start fighting, I'll make it up to Boss Lao Ban later.

"Who are you talking about?" Chief Meng's face suddenly changed.

"Zou Jia Hua, you know him?" Su Yun laughed and said: "If we're talking about traditional culture in Xianggang, that's exactly how it is. Chief Meng, if you have time, learn from them; your multicolored black is also quite unserious."

Saying that, Zheng Ren patted Su Yun on the shoulder, smiled at Lin JiaoJiao, and said: "Sister Lin, nothing's wrong, we're heading back."

Lin JiaoJiao quickly nodded, pretending not to see Chief Meng's unpleasant expression, and laughed: "Mm-hm, just came to say thanks; Boss Lao Ban doesn't have time, so let's talk another day."

"Chief Zheng? Are you waiting for me?" Song Ying got out of a business car, with two people in white chef uniforms beside him, carrying the many ingredients Zheng Ren had just requested.

"Oh, a friend came for a consultation." Seeing it was Song Ying, Zheng Ren smiled and went to meet him.

"Hey? Isn't that Xiao Meng?" Song Ying actually recognized that person, glanced at the Aston Martin painted multicolored black, smiled and said: "Xiao Meng, seeing Chief Zheng for a consultation is just right."

"Song... Song Brother." The Meng-surnamed short, chubby man's face changed, he gave a somewhat fawning smile and approached, saying: "What's this?"

"Boss Lao Ban needed some ingredients, so I rushed them over." Song Ying chuckled: "Done with the consultation?"

"Done, done." He tried to bend over, straining to bend a bit, but theoretically a cube can't bend.

Song Ying saw that Zheng Ren and Su Yun were about to head home, knew the situation, and said: "Then hurry back; I'll send the stuff up to Boss Lao Ban."

Saying that, he brought his two chef subordinates and followed Zheng Ren into Golden Palm.

"Manager Song, do you know that Chief Meng just now?"

"We met a few years ago; he offended someone, and someone asked me to intercede, so I set out a table and some head liquor." Song Ying laughed and said: "This Xiao Meng type is just a rural nouveau riche who's never seen the world. Last time I helped him a bit, he even said he'd come thank me, but to this day I haven't seen hide nor hair of him."

Song Ying said it lightly and blandly.

Zheng Ren laughed; this Manager Song didn't look like a simple figure either.

"Manager Song, next time don't make the trip yourself; just have someone underneath send it over." Zheng Ren said.

"Heading home, I just brought someone along on the way, saving another trip." Song Ying laughed and said.

Watching several people walk into Golden Palm, Lin JiaoJiao's gaze gradually grew complex.

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I recommend a book, the veteran author Zhongqiu Yue Ming's *The Great Beautiful Era*. The cover is the most special I've seen in many years, baring its teeth. While driving, I read over ten chapters; the prose is smooth and seasoned, and I put it on the bookshelf.