"By the way, brother Jiawei said that in order to celebrate the marriage of Boss Yuan and Eaves Wu, plus Eaves Wu will be discharged tomorrow, he plans to book an all-fish banquet. Is that okay?" Zhou Xi thought of Zheng Jiawei's last words and asked hurriedly.
It was known that Wuhai had tried all kinds of tricks in order to have an all-fish banquet. Now that there was a legitimate reason, Zheng Jiawei immediately aimed at it.
Since the paintings and carvings were sold for so much money, it was necessary to hold a banquet. Therefore, Yuan Zhou nodded and agreed, "No problem."
"Has Boss Yuan started to get the number plate for dinner?" Zhou Xi asked again.
"We still have to wait for a while." Yuan Zhou and Su Ruoyan hadn't arrived yet.
"Oh. Then I won't disturb Boss Yuan to prepare dinner." Zhou Xi retreated to the outside of the restaurant.
Originally, Zhou Xi planned to go back to the hospital and continue chatting with Wuhai after informing Yuan Zhou and completing all the things Zheng Jiawei told him. However, Zheng Jiawei asked him to go home and rest.
Zhou Xi didn't think he was tired, but he still had to listen to Zheng Jiawei. Therefore, he prepared to have a feast.
Speaking of which, didn't Zhou Xi consider talking to his father?
After Zhou Xi retreated to the outside of the restaurant, Yuan Zhou went back to the second floor. The first thing he did was to check the news on the Internet. Zhou Xi didn't remember the numbers wrong.
Then, he checked and found that one euro was equivalent to 7.80 RMB. More than 60 million euros was equivalent to more than 500 million RMB. Even if he only got one-third of it, it was still more than 100 million RMB.
"Art is so profitable now?"
This was the first thought that came to Yuan Zhou's mind.
"Is it too late to change my profession to carving?"
This was the second thought that came to Yuan Zhou's mind.
Although the sculpture of 108 generals was indeed a masterpiece of Three Beasts Crossing and it took him nearly one and a half months to finish, Yuan Zhou felt that he could still sculpt a few more sets of them.
"No, you are the man who wants to be the Master Chef. How can you be defeated by a little money?!" Yuan Zhou immediately abandoned the terrible idea in his mind.
Yuan Zhou's moral integrity would not be defeated by a little money, but … this money was too much.
"What makes me the happiest is to see the customers say 666 after eating the delicacies cooked by me," Yuan Zhou muttered to himself.
At the same time, he opened a small drawer at the bottom of the bookshelf, revealing a bunch of passbooks and a dozen or so bank cards. He didn't open them, but just took a few glances and said in a low voice, "Looks like I can add a few more books." He then closed the drawer.
This drawer was very well hidden, and it was Master Lian's proud work. Of course, there was more than one such hidden drawer on the bookshelf, but as long as one didn't deliberately open it, an outsider wouldn't be able to tell that there was a drawer here.
When Yuan Zhou went downstairs, Su Ruoyan was already there. She seemed to know about the news and congratulated him.
Dinner passed in the sound of congratulations. Even if there were people who didn't know, they were informed by the diners who knew.
After dinner, during the bar time, Yuan Zhou called Yin Ya to share the news.
Then Yin Ya said, "I knew long ago. I wanted to congratulate you in person, but I couldn't because I was out on a business trip. My colleagues all said that the carvings sold for hundreds of millions. They said that I don't have to work hard anymore because I'll be a rich wife soon. "
Yuan Zhou's reply was, "Nonsense. Before the carvings were sold, Xiaoya, you were a rich wife too."
Yin Ya was speechless for a moment. "…"
After chatting on the phone, Yuan Zhou took out his phone and browsed through the news. Actually, it was mainly to see what other people were saying.
After all, reading other people's comments (praises) was beneficial to improvement.
The moment Yuan Zhou clicked on it, he saw all kinds of fancy compliments, all kinds of envious analysis, and many godly replies.
"This batch of netizens is not bad," Yuan Zhou muttered softly.
After reading for a while, Yuan Zhou put down his phone and picked up the ancient book beside him to continue studying. This time, he found the ancient book information that the system exchanged for previously. He remembered that there were a few very special Yunnan and Qianzhou cuisines written in it. He planned to study it again to see if he could find a breakthrough in the idea he had in the car today.
Previously, he saw a few foreign language articles explaining the content of his carvings. They were very professional, so Yuan Zhou had already saved them. He planned to wait for Yin Ya to come back and ask her for some words that he didn't quite understand. He wanted to study it carefully and see if he could find a breakthrough in his knife skills to improve further.
Even the system was very optimistic about Yuan Zhou's research spirit.
Time passed as Yuan Zhou studied the ancient book leisurely. It was no different from before.
At noon the next day, Yuan Zhou saw Wu Hai appear at the door of his restaurant. After all, it was a familiar recipe.
However, the person behind Wu Hai was not Zheng Jiawei, but Lord Mao Xiong, who had already evolved under the guidance of Yuan Zhou and completely intended to avenge his previous shame.
"Mr. Wu, how is your physical condition today?" Lord Mao Xiong occupied the position behind Wu Hai and asked quite seriously.
Although he had tried his skills yesterday, he didn't even use 10% of his strength before the battle ended. Lord Mao Xiong was a little unhappy.
"Nothing, nothing." Wu Hai had never looked down on Lord Mao Xiong. After all, she had the strength and was a strong opponent for him to ascend to the throne of the Rice Bucket King. She deserved to be treated with caution.
"How about we compete again today?" Lord Mao Xiong was a little eager to have a try.
It should be known that masters were all lonely and the top of the mountain was always deserted.
"No problem. The dignity of the Rice Bucket King can't be challenged. I accept the challenge." Wu Hai waved his hand with the demeanor of a grandmaster. He seemed to be the real deal.
"Little Hai, I want to order the All-Fish Banquet today. Boss Yuan has agreed." Zheng Jiawei was just behind Mao Xiong.
Originally, he didn't want Wu Hai to eat too much. After all, the situation three days ago was still vivid in his mind. Zheng Jiawei didn't want Wu Hai to go to the hospital again at all, which was not good for his health.
"Don't worry. You can eat after the competition." Wu Hai had the demeanor of a general.
"Eaves Wu, you just came out of the hospital. Are you okay?" Zhou Xi stuck his head out from behind Zheng Jiawei and asked carefully.
"How about another day?" Mao Xiong was afraid that Wu Hai couldn't exert his strength and the competition would be meaningless.
"No need. Let's wait and see. It's time for you to witness the real strength of the Rice Bucket King," Wu Hai said resolutely.
It was known that Wu Hai had been humiliated by being sent to the hospital three days ago. Now that he had a chance to take revenge, he definitely wouldn't let it go.
As soon as Wu Hai and Mao Xiong entered the restaurant, they each ordered 20 dishes and began to compete. However, when Yuan Zhou heard the number, he let out a sigh of relief as the portion wasn't much.
Between them, the chopsticks were like swords, knives, spears, and sticks.
In the end, Wu Hai, who had just been discharged from the hospital, was still one step ahead.
"Hahaha. I told you I'm the real Rice Bucket King. Let's see who can defeat me." Wu Hai was quite complacent while eating the All-Fish Banquet.
Mao Xiong pouted. He had thought he would win this time, but he still lost.
"Little Hai, you're definitely the best. You deserved the trophy. There's still some time before the second competition. Little Hai, you can continue to work hard," said Zheng Jiawei.
In order to satisfy Wu Hai's requirement, the Rice Bucket Competition was held consecutively. Since there was a first competition, there would definitely be a second one.
"Eaves Wu deserves to be a top painter. His hands are so fast," Zhou Xi also praised him.
"That's for sure." Wu Hai revealed a complacent expression. Of course, his chopsticks flew and didn't affect his eating at all.
"Don't be unconvinced. You're already very good. Unfortunately, your opponent is me," Wu Hai said to Mao Xiong, "We can discuss the details in private."
Wu Hai could still appreciate his opponent who was on par with him in terms of strength.
"Okay," Mao Xiong agreed with a nod.
These two guys are really awesome. Yuan Zhou covered his forehead.
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