Su Ping Nan had drunk quite a bit. They hadn’t had a drink together in a while, and everyone was in high spirits.
The banquet didn’t end until 12 o’clock. Lin Zun Yi came by and toasted with Su Ping Nan, chuckling the whole time.
Compared to the old, irritable man he used to be, Lin Zun Yi now had a ruddy face and a considerably larger belly.
For a top chef, Jinxiu Pavilion was undoubtedly his paradise.
“Lin Shifu, I’m going to need your two most talented apprentices after the new year.”
Su Ping Nan finished his drink in one gulp and addressed Lin Zun Yi.
“Okay. Those two brats are truly capable of handling things on their own now. Are you opening more branches, Su Zong?”
Su Ping Nan nodded. “Yes, next year we’ll open one in Tian Du and another in Feng Cheng.”
Lin Zun Yi was happy for his apprentices. “Su Zong, you truly have grand ambitions.”
Su Ping Nan laughed. His vision was for Jinxiu Pavilion to first spread throughout the south, establishing itself as a high-end restaurant chain, gathering experience, and then spreading throughout the country with mid-to-low-end chain stores.
The 180 game shops, while profitable, would only be so for a few years. Afterward, they would be converted into supermarkets or restaurants. Time was on his side; there was no need to rush.
The banquet ended happily. Xiao Zhuang’s wounds hadn’t healed completely, so he only had some red wine and naturally drove Su Ping Nan home.
Every twenty minutes or so, Du Jiu would stand up and stretch. Su Ping Nan was too busy. He had been waiting for seven or eight days. He wouldn’t miss this opportunity.
The snow fell heavier and heavier. Thankfully, there was no wind. Snowflakes as big as fists fell down, illuminated by the dazzling lights of Jinxiu Pavilion, creating a peculiar beauty.
“Sir, here’s an umbrella for you.”
Du Jiu turned around. A pretty and delicate woman stood in front of him, wearing a Jinxiu Pavilion welcome dress.
Seeing the man standing before her, his eyes like those of a tiger, Cao Li took a few steps back in fright.
Cao Li was from Su Jia Village. She had worked at Jinxiu Pavilion for a long time. Su Ping Nan had always been kind to his fellow villagers, and she was satisfied with her life now. It was her turn to greet guests tonight. Seeing a man dressed like a farmer squatting across the street for a long time, Cao Li, with her kind heart, felt a pang of sympathy, as if her brother, who was still farming back home, was in front of her. She couldn’t bear it, so she grabbed an umbrella and gave it to him.
Just as Du Jiu was about to speak, he saw the man in the sketch appear. Several strong young men surrounded him, respectfully sending him off. He glanced to the side and saw a few black SUVs slowly approaching. His tone was gentle, “No need, don’t be afraid.”
Du Jiu immediately decided to strike. His sister couldn’t wait any longer. He needed that money. After tonight, Su Ping Nan’s whereabouts would be unpredictable. There was no time to waste. He was confident in his skills. He believed he wouldn’t fall here.
Cao Li hadn’t yet figured out what the man meant by “don’t be afraid” when she saw him, like a cat, nimbly leap over the iron bars on the side of the street, bend down, and rush towards the company’s Su Zong with extreme speed.
“Ah!”
Cao Li couldn’t help but cry out in alarm. Su Ping Nan had always been kind to his family.
Su Ping Nan reacted quickly. He heard the woman’s startled cry and saw a burly figure charging towards him like an arrow, his body leaning to the side.
Su Wen Wen was standing closest. His alcohol-fogged brain suddenly cleared.
“Someone is attacking Su Ping Nan!”
Without hesitation, he crossed his arms in front of his chest and charged at the figure, colliding with him.
Su Wen Wen’s faith in Su Ping Nan’s fighting skills had reached the point of blind devotion. He believed that if he could just block the man’s first attack, then whoever it was, he wouldn’t be a match for the boss.
“Puff!”
The sound of the collision echoed. Su Wen Wen felt as if he had hit a moving train. He flew backwards, his vision blacking out. He knew nothing more.
Guo Guang Yao and Yang Qian Li were a beat slower, but they saw Su Wen Wen flying through the air. Both shouted in anger. Guo Guang Yao lunged forward, wrapping his arms around the attacker’s waist, holding him tight.
Du Jiu lowered his waist and used his elbow to strike the man holding him around the neck. With a roar, he lifted Guo Guang Yao, who weighed almost 170 jin, and slammed him to the ground.
Yang Qian Li was a man of few words. He stood firmly in front of Su Ping Nan. Seeing Guo Guang Yao being lifted, murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He stepped forward, a flash of cold steel emerging from his hand, stabbing straight towards the man’s waist.
Du Jiu sneered. These men were truly valiant. Despite his imposing presence, they reacted so quickly, without hesitation. They were true men.
He stepped back, leaned to the side, and kicked with his leg.
Hearing the sound of the attacker’s kick, the “whoosh” of the wind, Su Ping Nan’s normally calm face finally showed a hint of seriousness.
Su Ping Nan had already discovered in Hunan that his strength and agility had mysteriously increased after his rebirth. He immediately stepped forward, grabbed Yang Qian Li’s collar, and pulled him back with all his might.
Du Jiu’s fierce kick brushed past Yang Qian Li’s ear. The wind it produced sent shivers down Yang Qian Li’s spine.