The First Son-in-law

They could leave, but Yang Qiang could not. Because he came today on a mission and not just to find trouble.    

"They recognized you as Sister Mei. I don't think so. Today, I will take over this room." Yang Qiang knew that he was no match for Lin Xuemei with martial power, so he decided to act shamelessly and sat on the table. He even crossed his legs and poured a cup of tea into his mouth exaggeratedly. "Waiter, two abalones, come and have ten."    

The waiter looked at Zhao Bing with difficulty. Zhao Bing did not dare to make the decision. He looked up at Lin Wanjiang, who was sitting at the head of the table. Lin Wanjiang was still sitting steadily on the fishing table. He slowly drank the tea in his cup without batting an eyelid.    

Zhao Bing looked at Lin Xuemei for help again. If his father did not say anything and he did not say anything, it would make it difficult for his subordinates to do anything. "Serve the dishes."    

After saying this, Lin Xuemei stole a glance at her father. Lin Wanjiang seemed to know that Lin Xuemei would look over. He looked up and greeted her with a praising smile.    

The ancient language was good. A prime minister's stomach could support a boat. Although he did not dare to compare with the ancient prime minister, he was going to become a big official soon. He still had the right amount of tolerance.    

When Lin Xuemei suddenly came home, Lin Wanjiang naturally knew what was going on. In his heart, he also wanted to take another step forward. Although this position was well known, it was not considered in this department after all. If it was really released, In that place, it would be fine if he said so.    

It was the final decision. How many people dreamed of it? How many people would go after it?    

Lin Wanjiang had been busy for most of his life. Of course, he wanted to give himself a satisfactory answer sheet. Most importantly, if he could get out this time, Maybe this career could go a step further, a step further. That would be the highest level of leadership. The leaders of the higher levels... What kind of concept was that?    

However, when he thought about how everything was not as important as his daughter, Lin Wanjiang backed off again. It was the pain of his life. He had lost his wife in his early years and had yet to marry her. What's the point of this? I just don't want my daughter to have a stepmother. However, my daughter ran away from home. How many years had she been unwilling to forgive herself? This was a father's tragedy.    

Now that his daughter had returned at this time, he naturally understood the meaning behind it. In the phone calls he had just received at home, one of them was about him. He had already thought it through. He was determined to fight for this secretary.    

Yang Qiang had come to cause trouble. Of course, Lin Wanjiang knew that this would not be as simple as just causing trouble. It was a probe from the other party. They were testing Lin Wanjiang's bottom line. Of course, they were also hoping that Lin Wanjiang would make a mistake at this critical moment. Even if this mistake wasn't fatal, they could do everything they could to use this mistake to deal a fatal blow to Lin Wanjiang.    

Lin Wanjiang was very glad that his daughter had seen through this very quickly. Actually, Lin Xuemei did not understand at the beginning either. She didn't know who this Yang Qiang was. The waters in Beijing are too deep, and she hasn't lived in Beijing for a long time. She had to be careful about everything, but there was one thing she understood. Her father was in this room. The Staff Member in the restaurant was even known to the boss. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to open such a big restaurant in Beijing. Since they knew about it, they allowed this man to come in and cause trouble. This itself was worth pondering. Lin Xuemei was not a fool. On the contrary, she was more shrewd. So... She did not allow the situation to develop further. Just now, with a single sentence from her, San Er would definitely be able to beat this so-called Young Master Yang into a cripple. She believed San Er would listen to her because San Er looked at her the same way she did many years ago. It was still as hot as before, but... She didn't do it, because she knew that the person in front of her couldn't move. It was not that she could not move, but that she could not move now. She will make this young master Yang into the son of a dog. She will take responsibility for what she said. Our Sister Mei back then seems to have returned.    

Hearing Lin Xuemei still agree to serve the dishes, Zhao Bing was clearly stunned. He looked at Lin Wanjiang and saw that the latter did not say anything. That was equivalent to tacitly agreeing with his daughter's words. Even Mistress did not care, what was there to be afraid of?    

"Serve the dishes," Zhao Bing whispered to the waiter. Then he went back to the table and picked up the teapot to pour tea. When he arrived at Yang Qiang's place, he was clearly stunned for a moment. But he still courteously picked up the teapot and poured a cup for him.    

A circle of tea fell down. The anger in the room seemed to return to the beginning. Lin Wanjiang smiled and told his daughter what he thought was funny. He had not seen his daughter for many years. Zhao Bing and his grandson walked around Qin Feng. After all, they were on the surface of the capital. Even if Qin Feng was a guest, his master would have to talk to him. Although Zhao Bing and Little Sun were much stronger than Qin Feng.    

The dishes were served very quickly. Just as the waiter was about to put them on the table, Lin Wanjiang suddenly said, "Give us some."    

Lin Wanjiang pointed at Lin Xuemei, Qin Feng, Zhao Bing, Xiao Sun and himself as he spoke.    

The waiter was stunned for a moment and immediately understood. He turned around and took out a pair of chopsticks from the cook and gave each of them a serving.    

Qin Feng saw it and laughed in his heart. It seemed that this Lin Wanjiang had a temper as well. It was just that he had been suppressing his anger just now. Once there was a place for him to vent his anger, he would definitely not miss this opportunity.    

"I'll have to trouble you today. Divide every dish like this!" Lin Wanjiang smiled and took a bite of the dish and put it into his mouth. "I like the dishes here. The chef is good."    

He didn't know that the waiter did it on purpose. Still, he didn't take Yang Qiang's words seriously. The dishes here were almost finished. The ten abalones Yang Qiang wanted were nowhere to be found.    

"Damn it, did you hear what I said?" Seeing that everyone was treating him like air, Yang Qiang finally couldn't sit still anymore. Most importantly, the dishes cooked by the chef of this restaurant were really amazing. The fragrance of the dishes kept drooling at him. "Why haven't the ten abalones I asked for come up yet?"    

"Sir, I'm really sorry. We don't have any two-headed abalones in our restaurant." The waiter said politely to Yang Qiang.    

Abalones seemed to be very expensive in people's hearts. In fact, it depended on the number of abalones in the first place. The number of heads is not that expensive. But the number of heads is low. That's a scary price, especially the number of heads, especially the number of heads, the number of heads, the number of heads, the number of heads, the number of heads, the number of heads, the number of heads, the number of heads. Those were the best of the best among the abalones. It was hard to see them now. It was even more difficult to buy two-headed abalones with a thousand gold coins.    

Therefore, the waiter thought that Yang Qiang was joking. After all, she had witnessed everything that had happened just now.    

"What bullshit restaurant? There aren't even two abalones." She slapped the table. Yang Qiang walked away while cursing. The door closed behind him. Zhao Bing's heart finally fell into his stomach. Only then did he take back his mind to deal with the small mountain of delicious food on the plate in front of him. On the other hand, Qin Feng and Little Sun wolfed down their food as soon as they came up. They had no choice, they were already used to this. As drivers, they had to be like this. You can't eat slowly, especially when you're at the same table with the leader. You have to hastily fill your stomach and avoid them, because the leaders have to whisper to each other. Isn't it a great disaster for a driver like you?    

"Eat slowly. There are no outsiders today." He turned to the waiter and asked, "How many abalones do you have here?"    

"We have five and six abalones here." The waiter quickly explained, "How many do you want?"    

The waiter was also very good at doing business. He specialized in selling the expensive ones to the customers. After all, they could also get commission.    

"Five, one for each." Lin Wanjiang waved his hand, full of pride.    

His arm was still in the air. The private phone on the table buzzed. He took it and saw that it was his boss's phone. He quickly picked it up.    

"Mhmm... mhm..." The further he went, the more serious Lin Wanjiang's expression became. In the end, his brows were tightly knitted together.    

"Little Sun, send me back to my unit immediately," Lin Wanjiang said with a serious expression as he put down his chopsticks.    

When they heard this, everyone lost interest in eating. Needless to say, Lin Wanjiang must have encountered something big.    

"Dad..." Lin Xuemei was the first to stand up.    

"You guys eat slowly here. Later, let Little Sun come back to pick you guys up." Lin Wanjiang patted Lin Xuemei's shoulder. "If there is nothing else, I will go home earlier."    

After saying that, Lin Wanjiang walked out with a solemn expression. Zhao Bing and Little Sun followed closely behind.    

"Sit down and let's eat!" Lin Xuemei called out to Qin Feng, but her mouth was also tasteless. Although her father did not say it, judging from his expression, it must have encountered something extraordinary. Otherwise, with her father's level of cultivation, it was impossible for him to show such an expression.    

"May I ask if you still want the abalone?" Everyone had their own pursuits. The waiter's pursuit was to try his best to not let any one of them sell the high price wine and dishes.    

"Do you think we can still take them?" Seeing Lin Xuemei not say anything, Qin Feng looked at the waiter unhappily. He thought to himself that this person really did not have any eyes. He did not need others to say it, but he could see that Lin Wanjiang's expression was not right.    

After dealing with the delicious food in front of him, Qin Feng picked up the teacup and drank a few mouthfuls of tea. The room suddenly became very quiet. He stole a glance at Lin Xuemei, who was frowning and thinking about something.    

After more than 40 minutes, Little Sun appeared in the room. "I'll send you back."