Song Yutang was of course satisfied, she nodded slightly. "Give them double wages."
Butler Wang lowered his head. "Yes."
Song Yutang looked away and glanced at him. "You have worked hard today. I have a friend with military connections. I will ask him to inquire later and arrange a mental expert for your daughter."
Butler Wang was stunned for a moment.
But he quickly lowered his head respectfully, and there was a hint of unnoticeable emotion in his voice. "Thank you, Madam."
Song Yutang raised his hand. "Spread the news that Song Mingzhe has adopted a thief as his mother. Also, the dignified young master Song Family is the son of a foot-washing maid. These two things must be spread to his own circle, preferably to the ears of his sworn enemy."
Everyone who can appear inside the auction is a genius.
No matter how much you think in your heart, you will not offend others easily with your words.
These 'long-tongued women' are of course the actors she asked Butler Wang to find.
The auction is now ending, and the security at the door has been withdrawn.
With the Jiang Family's bodyguard leading the way, sneaking in is easy.
Song Mingzhe Even if he felt that the popularity of this group was wrong, he would never have thought that in such a top-notch auction that requires capital and identity verification, there would be actors sneaking in just to mock him.
But actors are actors after all.
After the play is over and people leave, Song Mingzhe may forget it in a few days.
But what if people in his circle bring this up every day?
What if his friends, business partners, and even his sworn enemies, who he dislikes, tease him as a "bastard raised by a foot-washing maid" when they meet?
Even if he wanted to forget, he couldn't.
He will only be reminded again and again: If you accept the mistress as your mother, you will be embarrassed.
At that time, Song Mingzhe, who is a loving mother and a filial son to Sun Meifang, will naturally cut off this relationship simply and neatly.
Coupled with other events, it is only a matter of time before the plastic mother and son will fight to the death.
When they start fighting, Sun Meifang's biological daughter Song Ruowei will definitely be involved.
If they kill each other, Song Jianye will be the only immediate family member left...
It happened that the bodyguard had already completed the formalities and took back a check and handed it to Song Yutang.
Song Yutang only glanced at it and handed it to Butler Wang: "Cash the check for me. You have worked hard during this period, and the bonus will be deposited directly into your account."
The so-called bonus is, of course, the commission from selling paintings and antiques.
Butler Wang couldn't help but curve the corners of his mouth. "Yes."
Seeing that he was satisfied, Song Yutang continued to order, "Go and help me check the weaknesses of the Song Family. It's best to find out any conflicts between them, especially the mother and daughter Song Mingzhe and Sun Meifang."
Butler Wang's attitude is respectful. "I understand."
Song Yutang was very satisfied with his knowledge. "Uncle Wang is Jiang Family's housekeeper. Logically speaking, you shouldn't be asked to do these chores. But after doing two jobs, you should get two wages. I will tell grandpa later that I will give you a fifty percent salary increase."
Butler Wang's salary is already very high.
Fifty percent is definitely a lot of money.
His eyes widened in surprise, and his attitude became more respectful. "Thank you, madam. If you need anything in the future, just ask."
Song Yutang smiled meaningfully, "In the future... there will be a lot of trouble for you. Uncle Wang is a smart man with strong work ability. I hope we can have a happy cooperation in the future."
Butler Wang always feels that there is something in her words.
I couldn't think of any clues for a while, so I could only bow my head respectfully and say yes.
Gu Zheng in the box looked at Butler Wang's respectful expression through the one-way glass and couldn't help but click his tongue:
"This Butler Wang is your old man's confidant, right? Why was he trained like a dog by Song Yutang?"
Jiang Muyan slowly stood beside him, not surprised. "Give me a sweet date with a slap in the face, and boil a frog in warm water."
Gu Zheng suddenly realized. "Awesome. Your wife is really a talent. Although I don't know what happened just now, I always feel that Song Family was fooled by her into Tuantuan."
Jiang Muyan slowly raised his lips. "Your feeling is right."
Gu Zheng was about to say something when suddenly his eyes narrowed, "Hey, your wife seems to be in trouble."
Jiang Muyan Looks back.
Sure enough, I saw an old man with a majestic temperament, shouting from one to the other, walking straight towards Song Yutang on crutches.
He couldn't help but squint his eyes and slowly spit out three words:
"He Bingzheng..."
Song Yutang has finished handling everything and is preparing to leave.
When I looked up, I found that my way was blocked.
A fat old man in a Tang suit, leaning on a cane, stood in front of her with a smile, "Hello, little girl."
Song Yutang was a little confused, but in order not to offend anyone, he still said hello in a friendly manner, "Hello, old gentleman, may I ask who you are..."
The fat old man smiled and said, "I, He Bingzheng, am the thirteenth generation descendant of He Imperial Cuisine."
He family?
Song Yutang was still thinking about his purpose, while Jiang Guoqiang and Li Xiulan had subconsciously stepped forward to block her, with wary expressions on their faces.
The fat old man was still smiling, and his eyes fell on Jiang Guoqiang: "Is this Chef Jiang? Nice to meet you."
Jiang Guoqiang was stunned for a moment and adjusted his clothes subconsciously. "How did you see that?"
He Bingzheng said with a smile, "I have learned cooking since I was a child and have been in the kitchen for decades. I can smell the smell of you at a glance."
Li Xiulan was shocked. "You chefs can smell with your eyes?"
He Bingzheng was amused, stroking his beard and explaining, "The so-called color and fragrance, color and fragrance are the only things that taste. Our chefs' eyes can smell the smell."
Jiang Guoqiang nodded repeatedly. "That's true. If you don't feel comfortable looking at a dish, it won't taste good no matter how delicious it is."
He Bingzheng's eyes brightened. "Yes, yes, that's the truth."
The two cooks seemed to have found a soulmate and started chatting on the spot.
"When I cook, I pay most attention to the presentation, even if there is a drop of oil on the edge of the plate."
"Me too. My wife always says that I have obsessive-compulsive disorder, but the food is for people to eat and it doesn't look clean. How can the guests remove their chopsticks..."
The old man and the young man chatted animatedly, talking about everything from cooking to knife skills, from plate presentation to seasoning, as if they had just met each other at a late date.
Li Xiulan listened in confusion, but seeing that his old man was rarely so happy, he also started to enjoy himself.
He Bingzheng While chatting, the conversation suddenly changed. "Brother Jiang, I have an unkind request. I don't know whether to say it or not."
Jiang Guoqiang was in the middle of the conversation and waved his hand. "Say."
He Bingzheng stroked his beard and smiled kindly, "I see that you are very talented and a good candidate to learn how to cook. I wonder if you are interested in... becoming my teacher and becoming the fourteenth generation successor of He Imperial Cuisine?"