Chapter 328: who is it?

How do you say the restaurant association?
In the leather sofa, Cyril still played the snake and looked at Mars.
"Stanley's governor said that it is still being verified, and the results will inform us." Mars sighed slightly.
"Verification? Does this kind of thing still need to be verified? Stanley, this guy, seems to be short of money, wants to get some money from us, give him ten dragon coins in the past, let him solve this matter as soon as possible. "Cyril grinned, and his face was not good." "This McMee restaurant is not good. This is the second day that two dishes have entered the top 30, and the four dishes have entered the top 50. There will be more people complaining, it is really annoying."
"Okay." Mars nodded and hesitated. "But the young master, if this restaurant is on the list of real skills, directly remove him from the list, it may cause some bad. Trouble."
"Real skills? Oh, this is the most valuable thing in the world. Can a small restaurant still have a wrist wrench with our Aden Chamber of Commerce?" Cyril grinned with some disdain, his fingers gently on the head of the flower snake. I clicked on it and grabbed the snake head. "Prepare 100 dragon coins. If Stanley can't solve it, send it directly to Warren. This old thing has not been eaten from our hands these years. The harder it is to feed."
"If you want 100 dragon coins, do you need to ask the president?" Mars did not immediately nod, but asked Cyril.
"100 dragon coins need to ask the president? But little money. In the past few years, we have donated more than 10,000 dragon coins to the restaurant association?" Cyril looked up at Mars, his eyes slightly picked up, his voice was cold. Road: "Cyrill, you have to remember who you are now, the president is old, and I will be the president in the future."
"Yes, two young masters." Mars bowed his head and respectfully.
"How could this be the case... Could it be said that the food list of Aden Square in these years is controlled by the Aden Chamber of Commerce? How can this be done?" Outside the door, Gloria, wearing a black silk hat, stepped back two steps, face Unbelievably looking at the direction of the president's room.
She is deliberately wanting to come to Jeffrey today. She had a little thought about what she said at the table, so she wanted to tell Jeffrey in person.
But I did not expect to hear the dialogue between Cyril and Mars, completely beyond the dialogue of her imagination.
Although she doesn't like patriarchal grandfathers, it is undeniable that Jeffrey, who started from scratch in just a few decades and set a great foundation in the city of chaos, is indeed a legendary figure in the history of the chaotic city.
The Buffett family's money house is enviable, and the Aden Chamber of Commerce is to let the merchants of the chaotic city enter the line of Nolan's mainland and become the leader.
So in the eyes of Gloria, there is still worship and respect for Jeffrey, but now I hear the dialogue between Cyril and Mars, which seems to make her see the darkness under the glory of the Aden Chamber of Commerce. The contrast made her somewhat difficult to adapt.
"Who is outside?" Cyril suddenly looked in the direction of the door, out of the channel.
Gloria looked awkward and quickly lifted the skirt and turned to go outside.
Mars opened the door and just saw that Colora disappeared into the corner of the corner, and there was a slight flash of color in his eyes, but his face did not change.
"Who is it?" Cyril put down the flower snake in his hand and looked at Mars.
"Two young masters, there are no people outside, maybe the fat cat has come to steal." Mars closed the door and shook his head.
"No, this must tell Mai boss that the food at Mai Mai Restaurant is so delicious, and it has magical effects. Even if it is the top five on the list, it is not surprising, but now it is because of the involvement of the Aden Chamber of Commerce. It’s too unfair to put down the list. This shouldn’t be what the Aden Chamber of Commerce should have.
Gloria shook her head and looked back at the Aden Chamber of Commerce’s General Assembly building, slowly clenching her fists, her eyes gradually Resolutely, whispered to himself: "No, the Aden Chamber of Commerce should not be like this. If Cyril’s hands can only develop in this direction, then everything that the father put down, let me pick it up again, who said Women must be worse than men!"
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McGonagall didn't feel much about the sweet and salty tofu brain rushing into the top 50. Anyway, his goal was to have a dish into the top 30 and complete the task.
During the afternoon break, Meg visited a new blacksmith shop in the white, the size of the original blacksmith shop, but the front of the exhibition hall became smaller, the work area behind expanded a little, adding a furnace and A bigger iron station.
The deer stag on the upper body is waving the large hammer with the white guide. The red square iron on the iron table is getting smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye. Every hammer falls and screams. It seems that the eardrum is shaking.
"Well, yes, you can put this piece of iron into a thin sheet today." Indigo nodded with satisfaction, but also set off a long hammer that was already a semi-finished product in front of the big hammer.
Originally, he was not prepared to accept apprentices, but this stupid big man looked silly, but the seriousness of his work and the hands and feet of Ma Li still made him quite appreciate. The suggestion given by Mai Boss seemed feasible. Very high, but to get the finished product to meet his requirements, it will definitely take a lot of time. If there are multiple helpers in the store, the efficiency can be improved a lot, and more time can be squeezed out to study the gunpowder. stability.
"Ink-white boss, started working today?" McGonagall stood outside the door, feeling the temperature coming from the face, a little unexpected.
Yesterday, those dwarf craftsmen who had rebuilt the blacksmith shop day and night have surprised him. I didn’t expect this to be rebuilt. Ink has begun to work with deer.
"It’s Mai’s boss. There are a few orders rushing for it. This can start, and of course I can’t stop.
In the white, he put down the hammer and smiled and slammed the ground.
And this time I didn’t let them dig the tunnel. When the goods are ready, go to the suburbs and see if there is no one to do the experiment."
"Well, that's fine." McGonagall nodded with a smile, and looked at the iron shop. With the white technique and the magical flame of the world, it is still very promising to forge qualified steel. Then, when I discuss with him about the steam engine, there should be no problem.
"That line, I will not bother you work." McGonagall regained his gaze and said, turned and left. He came to see if the white neighbor is still planning to do things. After he heard him say this. Suddenly, I feel relieved that at least I don’t have to worry about being inexplicably bombed when I go to sleep at night.
"Sunshine, it's good." McGonagall came out of the blacksmith's shop. The warm sunshine in the autumn shines on the body, making people feel comfortable and want to close their eyes and sleep. McGonagall looks at the countdown of the tofu brain task in his mind: 6 /10, the big turntable that people are looking forward to seems to be coming.