Good Luck:Dear,Come

"Difficult, difficult in the back," Han Tong shallow rolled a white eye, then said: "at the press conference, although the protagonist looks like food, but in fact it is the bottle of red wine."

"Can you be more clear? He was confused.

"The customer's intention is that he asked us to find a chef with French background of Lanxiang to make a creative dish, which must be able to set off 100% of the advantages of the bottle of red wine."

"Then, let the group of food critics taste it?"

"Yes, that's it."

Song Beichuan thought about it and asked, "how can I know if the chef I've got can meet their standards?"

"They will appoint a dedicated wine taster."

"I'll do it!" Song Beichuan raised his head and patted his forehead heavily,

it sounds like a maze that never ends. There are so many people to look for, and they are not necessarily able to satisfy each other!

"Can't you live a normal life?"

"Six million! Six million for five years in a row, don't you want to work hard? "

"How can I not."

"That's it? What nonsense She reached out and slapped him on the shoulder.

Song Beichuan stroked his forehead with a wry smile. Of course, it's OK to fight. He's used to it for a long time, but he's afraid that it's still empty in the end. The loss of his previous investment is not a small number, and the company will probably not guarantee any loss.

"By the way, how do you reward me?" Han Tong suddenly approaches him, exaggerating to squeeze eyebrows.

He laughs a voice, way: "eight words all have not a pie, want to award you what?"

"Well, I'll go to collect the ten food critics tomorrow first."

"Where to go?"

"I know the editor in chief of Jiuyao."

"Is that baa?"

"Ah, you are a little white! It's the most famous food and wine magazine in China. You asked me, "what is that?"

"I don't drink red wine and I don't like good food. How can I know?"

"Thank you for being the boss of an advertising company. Of course, you should be more involved in it."

"How many heads can a man have? Or what do you think the staff I hired is for? "

That's what he said. Han Tong stopped talking. He turned his eyes and decided to return to the original topic. "So do you want to reward me or not? Six million, six million every year for five years in a row! "

"Yes, you can tell me how you want me to reward you." Song Beichuan grinned bitterly, but he couldn't break her.

Han Tong hesitates instead, and he catches her unusual reaction.

"What's the matter?"

"No," she said, picking her eyebrows, shaking her head and rubbing her nose, "I'm thinking about how to blackmail you."

In fact, just now she almost blurted out, "give me a kiss, can you..."

However, he did not have the courage to say it after all.

Song Beichuan didn't see what she was thinking, so he believed her and said with a smile, "don't blackmail. If you do it and sign it, I'll give you a car. It's imported."

"Really?" She was so surprised that she almost rushed up to hold him.

"Of course, when did I cheat you?"

"Imported car, you said it!"

"Well, I said it. You can write it in black and white. I'll draw the tortoise according to my fingerprints." With that, he picked up the car key on the table and was ready to leave.

Han Tong looked at him and asked, "are you going back?"

"Of course," he looked at her with a funny smile, "isn't it over? Why don't I go home? "

"You Won't you have a drink with me? "

"Still drinking?"

"Besides, I haven't eaten yet!" She knew it would always work, "eat with me, I'm a weak woman eating out, don't you think that picture is very bleak?"

Amused by her exaggerated description, he calmed down and thought, as if he was not really in such a hurry to go back.

If you rush home and find that he's the only one with a heart like a rhinoceros, won't you embarrass yourself?

"Well," he compromised, "I'll give you three minutes to think about what you want to eat."

However, his mind has been reading his wife's breath, two people's feelings hit the rocks so far, he never thought that he would have a day to regain their feelings.

He didn't think about it and didn't expect it. But it just happened, like a miracle.

Half a month later, ten food critics have found all of them, but they can't find the key person, the French chef Lanxiang, who is required by the customer. Although three people with the background of a French hotel have been selected and asked to design a dish, the wine taster of the other party doesn't know whether he is deliberately making trouble or what, so he usually pushes the plate away and shakes his head to reject it.

This is not the worst. According to the news of his peers, the other side has begun to negotiate with another advertising agency, which makes song Beichuan as anxious as an ant on an iron plate and as burning at both ends of a candle. Every day he is reading a mountain of food magazines.However, it was the magazine that attracted Lin Xiaoqing's attention.

In her last life, she climbed from a small editor to the position of editor in chief in that magazine. If food is her belief, then wine is her sustenance. Both are her fields.

"Why are you looking at this?" When I came out of the bathroom, I saw song Beichuan holding the magazine and frowning. It didn't look like he was reading a food magazine. Instead, he was forced to read three watches.

She casually mentioned it and came to him.

With a touch of light fragrance, he relaxed a lot in an instant, and his brow was no longer so serious. He put down the magazine and showed a shallow smile.

"Recently, I received a case from a client about red wine. It's hard to deal with it."

"So you're studying red wine?" She caught a glimpse of the page he was reading, which introduced a kind of red wine from the thunder cliff manor in Purdue, France.

"Well," he nodded, and said, "it's not just wine. They insist that we find the right dishes." He thought she would ask for details, but she just nodded and said nothing.

On second thought, maybe she is not interested? In fact, it's no surprise. I've known her for four or five years. I've only seen her drink beer, cocktails and spirits, but I've never seen her drink red wine. I don't think it's possible for her to have any interest in red wine Right?

"Do you have a sample of that bottle of wine?" She asked suddenly.

Song Beichuan was stunned for a moment, confused: "yes, in my study, what's the matter?"

"Can I have a drink?"

He was a little surprised. Her eyes were serious. She didn't want to ask casually. She didn't want to know the taste of that bottle of red wine.