On the leather sofa, Cyril was still toying with the colorful snake as he turned to Mars, and asked, "What did the Catering Association say?"
Mars lowered his head slightly, and replied, "Director Stanley said that he's still in the process of verifying the situation, and that he'll inform us of the results."
"Verification? Is there a need to verify something like that? Looks like Stanley is short on money again, and he's trying to get some money from us. Give him 10 dragon coins and tell him to resolve this matter as soon as possible. " Cyril pursed his lips with a cold expression as he said, "This Amy's is clearly up to no good. It's only the second day, and two of their dishes have already made it into the top 30, and four of their dishes have already made it into the top 50. If things continue like this, more and more people are going to come and complain about it."
"Alright." Mars nodded before hesitating momentarily, and said, "But Second Young Master, if this restaurant made it onto the rankings board based on its own abilities, then removing it from the rankings board might cause some trouble."
"True abilities? Heh, true abilities are the most worthless thing in this world. Do you think a small restaurant like this can compete with our Aden Chamber of Commerce? " Cyril pursed his lips with a disdainful expression as he gently tapped the colorful snake's head with his finger, and said, "Prepare 100 dragon coins. If Stanley can't resolve this issue, then give it to Warren. That old bastard has been taking a lot of money from us over the years, and it's getting harder and harder to feed him."
Mars didn't immediately nod. Instead, he turned to Cyril with a question, and asked, "Do we need to ask the president for permission for 100 dragon coins?"
"Do we need to ask the president for permission for 100 dragon coins? It's just a small amount of money. We've already given the Catering Association at least 10000 dragon coins over the years, right? " Cyril looked up at Mars, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he said in a cold voice, "Cyril, you have to remember who you belong to now. The president is already old; I'm the president from now on."
Mars lowered his head in a respectful manner, and replied, "Yes, Second Young Master."
"How could this be … Could it be that the Aden Chamber of Commerce has been controlling the Aden Square Aden Square Aden Square all these years? How could this be? " Outside the door, Gloria, who was wearing a black veil hat, took two steps back, and looked in the direction of the president's office in disbelief.
She had come to see Geoffrey today. She had some thoughts about what she had said at the dinner table, so she wanted to tell Geoffrey face to face.
However, she didn't expect to hear the conversation between Cyril and Mars. It was a conversation that was completely beyond her imagination.
Although she didn't like her patriarchal grandfather, she had to admit that Geoffrey, who had built up a huge business in Chaos City from scratch in just a few decades, was indeed a legendary figure who could be written into Chaos City's history.
The Buffett Family's bank was the envy of many people, and the Aden Chamber of Commerce had brought the merchants of Chaos City into the spotlight of the Norland Continent.
As such, in Gloria's heart, she still had a lot of admiration and respect for Geoffrey. However, after hearing the conversation between Cyril and Mars, she felt as if she could see the darkness beneath the glory of the Aden Chamber of Commerce. This contrast was quite difficult for her to get used to.
Cyril suddenly turned toward the door, and asked, "Who's outside?"
Gloria panicked as she hurriedly picked up the hem of her dress, and turned to leave.
Mars opened the door just in time to see Gloria's profile disappear around the corner. A hint of surprise flashed through his eyes, but his expression remained unchanged.
Cyril put down the snake in his hand, and turned to Mars as he asked, "Who's there?"
Mars closed the door, and shook his head as he said, "There's no one outside, Second Young Master. Perhaps it's that fat cat again."
No, I have to tell Mr. Mak about this. Mamy's food is so delicious, and it has such miraculous effects. It wouldn't be strange if she took the top five spot on the rankings board. But now, she's going to be removed from the rankings board because of the Aden Chamber of Commerce. This is so unfair. This isn't something that the Aden Chamber of Commerce should do. Gloria shook her head, and turned to look at the majestic Aden Chamber of Commerce building. She slowly clenched her fists, and a determined look appeared in her eyes as she murmured to herself, "No, the Aden Chamber of Commerce shouldn't be like this. If this is the only way to develop the business under Cyril's leadership, then I'll pick up everything that Father left behind. Who said that women have to be inferior to men?"
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Meg didn't care much about the sweet and savory tofu pudding making it into the top 50. After all, his goal was to make one dish into the top 30.
During the afternoon break, Mag took a look around Mobai's new blacksmith shop. It was about the same size and layout as the original blacksmith shop, but the exhibition hall at the front was slightly smaller, while the work area at the back was slightly larger. A furnace and a larger blacksmith's table had been added.
Lu Lu, who was topless, was carefully swinging a large hammer under Mobai's guidance. A square piece of red-hot iron on the blacksmith table was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye. Every time the hammer fell, there would be a muffled clang, and it seemed to vibrate one's eardrums.
"Hmm, not bad. Today, you just have to forge this piece of iron into thin pieces." Mobai nodded with satisfaction. He also picked up the large hammer and continued hammering the half-finished long sword in front of him.
He wasn't going to take on any apprentices in the first place, but even though this big blockhead appeared to be quite simple-minded, he was still quite impressed by his serious and efficient work ethic. Boss Mag's suggestion seemed to be very feasible, but it would definitely take a lot of time to produce a finished product that met his requirements. If he could have more helpers in the shop, then his efficiency would be significantly increased, and he would also be able to squeeze out more time to study the stability of the gunpowder.
"Boss Mobai, are we starting work today?" Meg stood outside the door, feeling the warmth in the air. He was a little surprised.
He was already very surprised that the dwarven craftsmen spent a day and a night rebuilding the blacksmith shop. He didn't expect that Mobai would start working with Lu Lu so soon after the shop was rebuilt.
"Oh, it's Mr. Mak. We have a few orders in a hurry. Of course, we can't stop now that we can start work." Mobai put down the hammer and smiled as he stomped the ground. "And this time, I didn't ask them to dig a tunnel. After this batch of goods is done, let's go to the suburbs and find a place where there is no one to conduct experiments."
"Hmm, that's good." Mag nodded with a smile as he appraised the blacksmith's forge. With Mobai's skills and the magic flames of this world, there was a good chance that he would be able to forge steel that met his requirements. When the time came, he would discuss the matter of the steam engine with Mobai, and that shouldn't be an issue.
"Okay, I won't disturb your work." Mag withdrew his gaze before turning to leave. He had actually come here to see if Mobai's neighbor was planning to cause any more trouble. After hearing Mobai's words, Mag was immediately relieved. At the very least, he wouldn't have to worry about being blasted into the sky at night.
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