It could be said that Yuan Zhou's daily life began with self-discipline.
He followed the rules when he slept, woke up, jogged, and prepared breakfast. Other than the occasional busy schedule that required him to wake up a little earlier, Yuan Zhou would wake up at a fixed time every day.
To be honest, many people would get goosebumps just from looking at this routine. However, Yuan Zhou had been doing this for three to four years. Even though he had many bank cards and passbooks at home, he did not change his mind.
In the past, Wuhai would set an alarm clock and run with Yuan Zhou for a while just to eat Yuan Zhou's food. However, ever since he confirmed that the title of 'Compass' was firmly attached to Wuhai's head, Yuan Zhou would open his shop at a fixed time every day. As long as he did not apply for leave, Yuan Zhou would open his shop at a fixed time, not a minute more, not a second less.
In the past, in order to let Yuan Zhou open the restaurant earlier, Ling Hong had hired a band to play the drums and gongs. The whole street was woken up by the noise, but Yuan Zhou didn't move at all.
This was what Ling Hong did when he was in his second year of high school. When Ruan Xiaoqing heard about it from others, she covered her mouth and laughed foolishly for a long time. She didn't expect that Ling Hong, who looked like a decent person and was an elite, would do such a stupid thing.
When Grandfather Ling brought Uncle He to The Kitchen God early in the morning, there were only about ten people in the queue. They could still eat the first batch. Their luck was really good.
"Hahaha, Class Monitor must be really envious of me. He can come and eat whenever he wants. Furthermore, I must help him eat his portion today." Grandfather Ling touched his pocket.
Inside was a photoshopped photo of him and Grandpa Jia.
"You are right." Uncle He agreed, which was rare for him. However, he immediately poured cold water on Grandfather Ling. "But Boss Yuan probably won't sell two portions."
"Cough cough …" Grandfather Ling was speechless. With the experience of the vegetarian banquet, he really could not convince Yuan Zhou.
"Grandfather, you are here today. How are you?" Yuan Zhou couldn't help but ask. Due to his health problems, the old man hadn't appeared for a long time since the vegetarian banquet.
"I'm here to post the photos and have breakfast." Grandfather Ling smiled like an old urchin and brought Uncle He to the photo wall.
Of course, Grandfather Ling wasn't the only one who did this. Out of the sixteen people who came in before him, five of them did the same. The rest of them were calling for Su Ruoyan to place their orders.
"Boss has to find a new photo wall. It hasn't even been three days and it's almost full," Su Ruoyan muttered in her heart.
Grandfather Ling walked to the photo wall and carefully took out an envelope from his pocket. He opened it and took out the photo. Tearing off the double-sided tape, he found a spot and stuck the photo on it.
After pasting up the photo, Grandfather Ling even took out a pen and wrote a line of words at the bottom of the photo: [A soldier for a day, a soldier for a lifetime]. This was Grandpa Jia's favorite saying.
When Yuan Zhou saw the photo posted by Grandfather Ling, he immediately recognized Grandpa Jia. He muttered inwardly, "I hope you like the dishes I cook every day."
Other than The Kitchen God, who was still busy with the photo wall, Alex was also extremely busy. He had gone to the airport to pick up a group from Italy.
Of course, Alex liked being busy like this. After all, being busy meant that there was money coming in.
"The weather here feels much colder than in Italy," a tall white man said.
"That must be because you aren't used to the weather here. I told you not to come, but you didn't believe me," a slightly thinner white man said.
"Heh, our Christie Auction House already has a friendly working relationship with Mr. Yuan. How can your Grand Vader Auction House compare?" the tall white man said.
"Our Grand Vader Auction House is very sincere. Mr. Yuan will definitely consider it carefully," the skinny man said, unwilling to be outdone.
The Grand Vader Auction House was also one of the top ten auction houses, but the name seemed to be a bit boastful.
"We can talk after we get out of here. The person I'm supposed to meet is here," said a chubby, kind-looking middle-aged man.
A slightly shorter white man agreed. After all, they hadn't seen the real person yet, so it would be useless even if they fought for a flower.
"Hmph!" The tall white man and the skinny man glared at each other, but they didn't say anything else.
This group of people was the group from Italy that Alex was supposed to receive. They were also here for Yuan Zhou.
The tall white man, Molly, and the skinny man, Alma, were from different top auction houses in the world. The competition between the two auction houses was fierce.
Mo Li and Alma had always been at loggerheads when they were in school. After they graduated and entered different companies, the situation became more and more intense. Who knew that they would be sent to perform the same mission this time? Naturally, they would meet again.
The kind white and fat middle-aged man was Luca, a famous collector in Italy. The slightly shorter one was also a collector and good friend of Luca. His name was Angelo.
The four of them were here for Yuan Zhou. To be precise, they were here for Yuan Zhou's sculptures. There were still many people with good eyes.
Everyone could see the potential and strength of Yuan Zhou's sculptures. They were more familiar with Wuhai in Europe. It was difficult to get him to paint, and most importantly, Zheng Jiawei was also famous for being difficult to deal with.
Now that a genius like Yuan Zhou had suddenly appeared, those people naturally couldn't sit still.
The four people from Italy were the vanguard. They were the first team to arrive at Chengdu. Their goal was to make an appointment with Yuan Zhou to sculpt, either to collect or to auction them. What a joke! With so much money, who wouldn't be jealous?
Alex stood at the entrance of the airport, holding a sign with Luca's name on it. Luca was the one who had paid for the appointment.
Soon, Alex noticed Luca's group of four. They were all white, tall, and very eye-catching.
"Hello, I'm Alex, your local guide. You can talk to me if you need anything. I'll do my best to help," Alex greeted them and said in fluent Italian.
Alex's business skills were not only reflected in his arrangements, but also in his language skills. He knew several languages, which was his advantage. That was why he was especially busy every day.
"We want to go to that Yuan," Molly said before he could.
“yuan？ Are you talking about The Kitchen God? "Alex asked.
"I think so. It's that chef Yuan who's very good at sculpting," Alma added.
There was still very little information on Yuan Zhou. They only knew this information because they had done some research.
"Then it must be The Kitchen God. Don't worry, I'll take you there after I've arranged a hotel." Alex naturally knew about the sky-high price sculpture incident that had caused a stir some time ago.
Alex's reverence for Yuan Zhou was like a surging river that flowed without end. He had no choice but to respect Yuan Zhou. Yuan Zhou was the one who provided the basic necessities of life and death.
As the saying went, Yuan Zhou's banner would never fall. Foreigners were flocking to Chengdu!
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