Binding system, I became the richest man

The store immediately closed for rectification and began drastic reforms.

Although the other party was surprised, they did not think much about it. Instead, they were a little happy, thinking that the other party finally couldn't hold on and was about to collapse. This was a last-ditch struggle.

Mingyue doesn't care what they think.

I tasted all the desserts and drinks in the store, eliminated those that were not competitive, and then improved the recipes of the others.

The kitchen is now conducting emergency teaching every day. All the chefs study seriously and have signed a confidentiality agreement.

Mingyue was also very serious. She adjusted, corrected and taught little by little. She taught the chef, and then the chef taught them.

Although the business is closed for rectification, the kitchen is bustling with activity.

Mingyue is indeed a generous boss. Everyone doesn't have to pay for the materials wasted when practicing the dishes, and they can take them back to eat. After all, it is not good to waste a lot of food.

The lobby is being renovated at full speed.

It was previously decorated in French style, but now Mingyue has changed it to Chinese style.

Mingyue on the second floor also bought it. People with money can be so willful.

Chinese snacks are profound and extensive, and the imperial court meals are rich in variety, which cannot be compared with others.

But since the chef is good at cooking French dishes, Mingyue will not treat him unfairly.

The second floor is uniformly arranged into themed boxes, each with a different theme.

The first floor adopts a wooden structure with hollowed-out parts, beams, murals and partition screens, which divide the first floor hall into semi-open spaces.

Mingyue specifically searched for a Chinese chef on the Internet, and she actually found one.

"Mr. Xu, are you really unwilling to try again?"

Mingyue sipped her tea and asked sincerely.

Mr. Xu's ancestors were chefs in charge of imperial court meals, so his family has studied traditional Chinese palace banquets for generations. At the age of 30, he won the first prize in the Chinese cooking competition, which can be said to be an honor in the chef world at a young age.

Perhaps it was God's fault that his two-year-old son disappeared that same year. Mr. Xu, who was at the peak of his career and full of vigor and vitality, never recovered and began his journey to find his son with his wife.

The long journey has been going on for five years and has not stopped yet.

"Ms. Ming, I don't know how you know me, but the younger generation pushes the older generation forward. I believe you will have a better choice."

Mr. Xu lowered his eyes, and his hand unconsciously stroked the wall of the cup. It can be seen that he was uneasy and emotional at the moment.

Maybe he is unwilling but helpless! Life is always full of regrets, even for geniuses who grew up surrounded by praise.

Mingyue saw that he was only 35 years old, in the prime of life, when most people would have a thriving career and a happy family. However, Mr. Xu looked old and had none of the energy and fighting spirit that he should have at his age.

The disappearance of his son cast a shadow over this once happy and laughter-filled family.

"Mr. Xu, since I came to see you, I naturally know your experience. This is the information I found about your son."

Mingyue placed a stack of information in front of Mr. Xu.

When he heard his son's name, Mr. Xu realized that the puppet had been activated and finally came back to life.

He flipped through the information quickly.

The cover of the thick stack of information was a photo of the son taken on his birthday the year he disappeared. He was only two years old, small, chubby, and adorable.

He was nervous but full of anticipation.

Over the years, he and his wife have searched countless places, and they would go there as long as they heard a little news.

They searched again and again and failed again and again, but they never chose to give up.

Seeing how hard their lives were, their parents advised them to have another child.

But they didn't want to do this. If even they, as parents, gave up, then their little baby would never come back.

He was often awakened from nightmares, such as the shoes of a child by the river, children abducted from poor mountainous areas, children begging with broken legs... Countless nightmares ended with him being awakened from the nightmare.

Once they saw their faces clearly, their well-behaved and lovely son turned into such a miserable state, they couldn't eat or sleep well. They could only continue to search non-stop, hoping to bring their baby back one day.

Unexpectedly, this time someone else came to me and brought news about my son.

When he turned to the back page, Mr. Xu became visibly excited, his hands were shaking.

If the previous descriptions were all text, this photo of a seven-year-old boy made him cry instantly.

He was a skinny boy with dark eyes, dark skin, straw-like hair, dry lips and chapped hands.

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

At just one glance, Mr. Xu was sure that this was his son. He would not make a mistake. The mark from the stitches on the corner of his eye where he got hurt while learning to walk as a child was still there.

"My child, where is he now?"

Because his emotions fluctuated so greatly, Mr. Xu opened and closed his mouth several times before he made any sound. His voice was hoarse but full of love for his children and hope for the future.

"He Miao Village"

This is a technological era, where road surveillance is common in most areas. This is also an era of rapid development of information technology, where many people have no privacy on the Internet.

But sometimes it's hard to make these things happen.

The Xu couple reported the case and checked the surveillance footage.

However, after the child was taken into a van with a changed license plate, he appeared several times on the surveillance road section, but disappeared after several changes.

It’s not that the police are unwilling to help. Sometimes searching the whole country is like looking for a needle in a haystack, which is not very realistic.

If it is not tracked in the first time, the longer you delay, the lower the chance of finding it.

But this is too easy for Yuanbao. In this world, online Yuanbao can roam freely without any technological barriers.

It directly collected, compared and tracked information across the country, and finally locked on Hemiao Village.

A place with poor mountains and bad waters that produces unruly people!

This is not a derogatory term, but a true summary of Hemiao Village.

He Miao He Miao, the name sounds warm and simple, but it is easy to give birth to evil spirits.

This place is remote and backward, which is why the police cannot search here.

Yuanbao can process multiple data at the same time and control the world network like a super brain.

There are always a few young people who come out of Hemiao Village to work and then track us here.

The people in Hemiao Village generally have a low level of education, retain primitive clan concepts, have a weak sense of government management, and have no concept of law.

Here, it is not uncommon for younger brothers to inherit their elder brother's wife and for them to be related by carrying a carrying pole. There are also many baby girls who are drowned as soon as they are born.

The government has provided support, and if we want the local people to open up, forceful suppression is definitely not an option.

The problem can only be solved from the root, starting with education.

But although the imagination is beautiful, the life of the volunteer teachers is not easy.

Due to language barriers and group exclusion, female teachers may also have to face malicious stares and even worse.

The volunteer teacher's love was ultimately defeated by reality, and he left after not holding on for long.