Shenhao: At the beginning, I had a blind date with the beautiful CEO

After sending Su Mei and others to Qingcheng Group, Ye Ling left Qingcheng Group alone.

After driving to the Carpenter Star Hotel, Gao Chuang greeted him quickly.

"Mr. Ye, you are here."

"How many people are here?" Ye Ling asked as he walked inside.

"Five." Gao Chuang replied.

"Okay." Ye Ling nodded slightly, and then ordered:
"Prepare a banquet room and invite everyone."

"Okay, I'll do it now." Gao Chuang nodded, and entered the elevator with Ye Ling.

An hour later, in the banquet hall on the top floor, Ye Ling sat in the main seat drinking tea, and a group of people came in one after another from outside.

"Wuliang Tianzun, what a luxurious room, much better than that small shabby house in Pindao." A Taoist priest in a Taoist robe looked around with a smile.

"If your house is a shabby house, mine is a thatched house." A middle-aged man dressed in coarse linen replied lightly.

"I can smell delicious food, and the heat is not bad." A middle-aged man with a chef's hat on his head added.

"The old beggar hasn't smelled such a good smell for a long time." A scruffy old man with disheveled hair and tattered clothes had his hands behind his back and looked at Ye Ling with bright eyes.

"This taste is very familiar, Taoyuan Chicken." A middle-aged man with a ferocious face closed his eyes, shrugged his nose, and then opened his eyes, showing a determined look.

"If you don't come again, I will put these things away." Ye Ling's faint voice came from the chief seat.

The next moment, the five people disappeared in place, and reappeared in front of Ye Ling.

The old beggar grabbed the roast chicken and started to eat it. The butcher stared at the old beggar and nodded slightly:

"Killed with one knife, very little pain."

"Mr. Ye, long time no see. Your culinary skills are becoming more and more detached. I'm afraid the name of the chef god of our descendants will change hands." The middle-aged man wearing a chef's hat smiled and looked at Ye Ling.

"If I want to take it, it's already mine." Ye Ling smiled lightly, then raised the cup:

"The last meeting was five years ago."

"Yeah, it's been five years. Mr. Ye showed his sharpness back then, but now he's a lot more restrained." The middle-aged man in the chef's hat raised his glass and said with a smile.

"Sometimes, I think, Mr. Ye must have been born with a memory, and only such a statement can explain the miracle you have created today." The ferocious middle-aged man raised his glass and said.

"Wuliang Tianzun, those are not important, drink and drink." The Taoist raised his glass and shouted.

The other two didn't say anything, they all raised their glasses, touched each other and drank it down.

"Old Xu, how is your research going?" During the meal, Ye Ling asked the Taoist priest.

"Although I haven't researched it thoroughly, I have already researched a little way and produced a batch of potions that can supplement us old guys." The Taoist replied, and then looked at the other four with a smile:

"It was originally intended to make you bleed, but now it seems to be cheaper for you."

"Existence like us will take advantage of you?" The chef looked at the Taoist with a puzzled expression.

"The poor Taoist says you take it and you take it. The reason why you came here so happily this time is probably because you heard the news about the oracle bone inscriptions." The Taoist smiled and glanced at the chef, the old beggar, and the vicious butcher.

The chef nodded slightly:

"If I can get it, it's good. If I can't get it, I won't be brave. In Mr. Ye's territory, I will definitely not do anything that makes Mr. Ye unhappy."

"I mean the same."

"I mean the same thing."

The old beggar and the butcher expressed their views one after another.

"I thought you would deny it, but I didn't expect you to be so sensible." The woodcutter raised his glass and took a sip:
"It seems that you still can distinguish what can be done and what can't be done."

"Woodman, your manner of speaking is still as annoying as ever." The butcher said sullenly.

"If you are not convinced, go out and fight?" The woodcutter stood up, turned and walked towards the door.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerables are all from our own family, don't act like a child." The Taoist stretched out his hand to hold the woodcutter.

The woodcutter sat down, but the butcher didn't say anything, and lowered his head, raised his glass and drank.

"I contacted you this time just to see your attitude. Since you are all here, it means that you are giving Ye Ling face, and personal friendship is personal friendship. Since I want you to help me with things, the benefits will definitely not be less. .” Ye Ling said lightly, then turned to ask the priest:
"Take them all out."

The Taoist nodded, and put his hand into the satchel that was slung by his side.

"when!"

The Taoist put the potion he took out on the table.

"when!"

……

After digging three times in a row, the Taoist priest stopped and looked at the cook, the butcher, and the old beggar with a smile on his face.

"These potions provide tasting services."

The three of them stared straight at the bottle on the table in front of them. The bottle was filled with a pale golden liquid. The liquid seemed to have life. As it swirled back and forth in the bottle, some animal patterns would appear from time to time.

As time passed, the eyes of the three became more and more dignified.

The old beggar quickly couldn't help but reached out and grabbed a bottle and drank it down.

"Huh?" The old beggar shrank his pupils, and then quickly sat on the ground cross-legged to meditate.

As time went by, the old beggar's gray hair slowly turned into black and gray.

"Rejuvenation?"

"Is this medicine useful for us old guys?"

The eyes of the chef and the butcher were full of disbelief, and they reached out to grab a bottle of potion and drank it down.

Then the two also began to meditate on the ground.

"Old Taoist, you have found a breakthrough." The old beggar was the first to wake up, looking at the Taoist with a look of shock in his eyes:
"Could it be that you have already taken that step?"

"It would be great if I had that ability. The potions in front of me are indeed made by me, but they are also a little bit of fur researched from the potions that Mr. Ye provided me." The Taoist shook his head:
"However, I can tell you that I have indeed met a person in that realm, and that person is very close to Mr. Ye."

The old beggar nodded slightly, with a dignified expression:
"The old beggar knows what to do."

"Mr. Ye is so generous. He looks up to me, Chef Hao. I'm not a person who doesn't know how to compliment. From today on, just ask Mr. Ye what you want." The chef also woke up at this time, and clasped his fists at Ye Ling:

"From now on, I will be the cook of Mr. Ye's family."

"Tu Wan would like to follow Mr. Ye and become Mr. Ye's butcher." The butcher also expressed his opinion.

"I don't have anything to promise. If Mr. Ye likes wood, I can provide some." The woodcutter replied lightly.

"I don't care what you promise." Ye Ling said calmly:
"To be honest, I think it's easy to kill those who come."

"You can take these things yourself, or you can use them to win people over. My only request is that the Dongjiang River be as calm as ever." Ye Ling picked up a glass of wine and drank it down, and then slowly ate the food.