Chapter 412 (Has Returned to Hong Kong) Tang Niu Is the God of Cookery!!!

Causeway Bay.

Outside a ribbon-cutting ceremony, the scene was crowded and lively.

Among the crowd, the dragon and lion dance teams are particularly eye-catching. The sound of gongs and drums is deafening. There is an endless stream of pedestrians on the road, like a flowing colorful river.

"Brother Rong!"

Jimmy, who was waiting on the roadside, saw the car with the 008 number plate and trotted towards it.

"There are quite a lot of people." After Zheng Jirong got out of the car, he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing when he saw the crowds of people around him: "I didn't expect that the citizens of Hong Kong Island would be so interested in the God of Cookery Competition."

"Hong Kong Islanders are like this. They naturally love to join in the fun."

Jimmy lit a cigar for Zheng Jirong, and then continued: "This God of Cooking Competition is organized by the Food and Health Bureau (FHB). In addition to our Huasheng Group, many large companies are also involved, just to bring Hong Kong Island to the forefront." The food is promoted to the whole world, letting foreigners know that Hong Kong Island is not only a shopping paradise but also a city of food.”

Zheng Jirong smiled and nodded when he heard this. As a foodie, he knows better than anyone what Hong Kong's food is like.

It is also a good thing to promote it. After all, this is not considered a cultural export.

Since his meeting with Mr. Song that night, Zheng Jirong did not send people to investigate the whereabouts of South Korean agents and international terrorists with much fanfare.

He communicated directly with other directors through the channels of the High Table Council and secretly inquired about the recent arms transactions on Hong Kong Island.

Although the way he entered the council was a little unfriendly, there were still many directors who were willing to give him a favor and sent people to investigate.

However, one day has passed and there is still no clue about the specific trading location of DC8.

I only know that it is on Hong Kong Island, but the exact location on Hong Kong Island has never been found out.

This led Zheng Jirong to speculate that it was probably because the buyer and seller had not yet reached an agreement, and further negotiations were needed to determine the transaction location.

At the same time, Zheng Jirong was not idle.

In the month since his disappearance, it is no exaggeration to say that matters on Hong Kong Island have piled up.

Among them, the Hong Kong-Japan Muay Thai Tournament even faced the risk of being suspended due to his absence. Fortunately, with Jimmy's able assistance, the boxing tournament was able to continue, and the entire schedule of qualifiers and trials was completed, with only a few days remaining. of the finals.

The same is true for the gambling competition. The gambling kings of each region have been selected, and the finals will be held grandly on the Asia Star in a few days.

When he thought of this, Zheng Jirong had a strange feeling. After going to the beach with him and coming back, not only did he not miss these good shows, but he also directly entered the climax and ending stage?

Just right, just right.

"Brother Rong, it's time to go up and cut the ribbon." Jimmy reminded him timely.

"Um"

As the largest sponsor of this Food God Competition, Zheng Jirong was invited by the leaders of the Food Bureau to specially come to participate in the ribbon-cutting event.

As far as he knew, in addition to himself, the sponsor of the previous God of Cookery, the Great Happy Group, also participated.

Jimmy, who was leading the way, said worriedly: "Speaking of which, Stephen Zhou didn't know what was going on. He said he was going to ZG Culinary Training Institute to learn cooking. However, there was no news for several days and no one called him. catch."

"Really?" Zheng Jirong raised his eyebrows when he heard this. For some special reasons, he has never actively interfered with Stephen Zhou's growth path. If nothing else, that guy should be beaten by the 18th Bronze Player. Still sitting.

Moreover, he was an eighteenth bronze man who was completely strengthened after being given a bronze stool by Zheng Jirong.

He smiled faintly and said to Jimmy: "Don't worry about him. I have a hunch that this kid will definitely show up on the final day."

Then, Zheng Jirong put his arm on Jimmy's shoulder and asked as he walked: "Apart from Stephen Zhou, who else is representing our Washington team?"

"Chef Liao Jie Liao."

"Liao Jie? Isn't he from Manhan Tower?" Zheng Jirong was a little surprised.

Jimmy smiled and explained: "The company has already invested in Manhanlou and plans to open a new catering department. Our goal is to open Manhanlou to Chinese gathering places around the world."

Hearing this, Zheng Jirong glanced at Jimmy with some surprise, then nodded and praised: "I knew it would not be wrong to hand over the company to Jimmy to take care of you. Look, in just a few years, Huasheng has gone from the original position to Jimmy. The logistics company has developed all the way to this day, and is now involved in property, real estate, transportation, finance, and even the catering industry. All of this is due to you, Jimmy.”

After hearing his words, Jimmy quickly waved his hands humbly and said: "Brother Rong, please don't say that. Without your protection, the company would never have grown as big as it is now, and many bosses do it because of your face." I will cooperate with Huasheng, and I will only be an executor at best.”

Zheng Jirong patted the boy's shoulder with satisfaction, feeling very moved in his heart.

Sometimes he felt that he was really lucky. Not only did he have a reliable senior brother like Ling Lingqi, but he also had a capable and loyal friend like Jimmy. God was indeed kind to him.

At this time, the two of them had already climbed onto the high platform for the ribbon-cutting, and a crowd of government officials and business elites were waiting for them.

"Mr. Zheng, I have long admired you! Before, everyone was speculating on why you disappeared suddenly, which made the whole Hong Kong people worried about you. Now that you are safe and sound, we are all relieved."

"You're welcome, Director." Zheng Jirong shook hands with the Director of the Food Bureau with a smile, and then adjusted his posture to ensure that he was facing the best angle of the live camera.

Then he pretended to be guilty and said: "Because there were some problems with overseas business, I went abroad. Due to my busy work, I have not been able to contact my friends in Hong Kong Island in time. I am really sorry for making everyone worry."

After saying that, he sighed softly, as if he really felt guilty for making everyone worry.

After greeting the director, Zheng Jirong shook hands with other officials and entrepreneurs one by one. When he saw a man with gray hair and smoking a cigar at the end of the team, he pointed at him and laughed:

"Bad guy~"

The boss of the Big Happy Group was stunned when he saw this scene. He didn't remember that he had ever met Zhen Guanxi.

And this title is too presumptuous!

However, he didn't dare to call him a "bad guy" as Zheng Jirong called him. He could only smile and walk up to shake hands, and humbly said: "Mr. Zheng, you are participating in this God of Cookery Competition. It seems that there is no suspense about the new God of Cookery. It must be from your Huasheng Group!"

"Huh?"

Zheng Jirong's face, which was originally smiling, suddenly turned cold. He stared at the man in front of him expressionlessly and said lightly: "Why, from what you said, are you hinting that Huasheng will bribe the judges behind the scenes?!"

"Ah?!" He hurriedly shook his head to deny: "No! Absolutely not! Mr. Zheng, you are upright and have a good reputation in Hong Kong. How dare I satirize you."

Zheng Jirong squinted his eyes and looked at this guy. Although he said good things, he always felt that this old guy was a little weird.

"Forget it," Zheng Jirong continued with a grin, "I'm just joking with you, why are you so serious?"

The boss of Dalele breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zheng is really humorous."

"Don't flatter me," Zheng Jirong pointed to the fat man behind him with a smile, "Now everyone in Hong Kong knows that Tang Niu is the God of Cookery. By the way,"

He then suddenly thought of something and continued, "Speaking of which, I haven't tasted your cooking skills yet. How about this, cook a dish for me after the ribbon-cutting ceremony. I'm in a hurry to go out and haven't had time to eat lunch."

"This is not appropriate, Mr. Zheng." The boss of Dalele's smile froze. Tang Niu is the image ambassador of their company and a famous Asian God of Cookery. Now he is being ordered around by Zheng Jirong as an ordinary cook. Where can Dalele put his face?

"What did you say?"

Zheng Jirong frowned, turned his ear to the side, pretending not to hear clearly: "You just said. Not suitable?"

"Suitable, suitable!" Seeing that he was about to get angry, the boss of Da Kuaile immediately changed his words and hurriedly agreed.

Seeing his bullying look, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

With my participation this time, I don't know what the God of Cookery Competition will be like. I am really looking forward to it.

At this moment, the mobile phone in Zheng Jirong's pocket suddenly rang. He picked up the phone calmly and took a look, and his eyes instantly became solemn.

The transaction location of DC8 has been determined!