Divorced Dad's Gourmet Shop

Chapter 418: Chapter 417: Take 80 Million and Play

Jun Qingmeng stood to the side, a strange expression on her face.

’What the hell?’

’What’s with the way these sleazy guys are looking at my man? It’s not right.’

"We’re leaving, Brother Jiang. I’ll miss you," Yang Zishan said with a wave.

"Mm, goodbye." Jiang Liu nodded casually.

"Qingmeng, you better protect that big treasure of yours. Be careful, or he might just be gone one day, you know."

"That’s right! Jiang God is so amazing. So many girls like him!"

Jun Qingmeng raised an eyebrow.

Xiao Han and her friends immediately fell silent.

After a few more passive-aggressive, jealous remarks, they scurried away in defeat.

The last batch of customers gradually finished their meals.

Many of the wealthy patrons seemed to have found a heaven on earth.

They lingered, reluctant to leave.

"Boss Jiang, what time do you open tomorrow morning? Your food is so delicious, I’m going to take the day off work to come back."

"I usually open at seven in the morning."

"Alrighty! You get some rest."

Aunt Mengmeng snagged a small dish of chili oil from Jiang Liu. "Boss Jiang, I’m not busy. Why don’t I help you mop the floor? Don’t want to trouble Tongtong and Teacher Jun."

"That’s alright. I’ll mop after I finish cleaning up."

"Okay, but if you need any help, just ask. Everyone here really appreciates you!"

Another ten minutes passed.

The restaurant was empty of customers.

They left behind clean and tidy tables.

Jiang Liu chuckled and shook his head.

Everyone was so considerate of him.

He finished clearing the tableware and gathered the trash together.

Jiang Tongtong forcefully pushed him into a chair.

The little girl put her hands on her hips and said fiercely, "Daddy, you be a good boy and rest here. Mommy and I will mop the floor for you! Don’t you move, okay?~"

"Alright, alright, I won’t move."

Jiang Liu rolled his eyes.

"Hmph! From now on, Mommy and I will spoil you together. We’ll be happy together forever!"

Jiang Tongtong stuck her little butt out and started mopping.

Jun Qingmeng was busy in the kitchen.

Jiang Liu suddenly found himself with nothing to do.

He took out his phone and sent a message to Jun Xinghe.

"Uncle Jun, there’s something I’d like to discuss with you. My new restaurant is doing well, and I’m considering opening a few more as a chain. However, I don’t have quite enough capital on hand. At most, I have enough for one more location."

"I have an idea. If you’re interested, we could partner up and register a restaurant company. We’d each own a fifty percent stake. The thing is, I don’t have that much money right now. Would you be able to support me with some startup capital?"

"I also have a detailed business model plan."

Jun Xinghe, who was drinking tea in his office, put down his cup when he saw Jiang Liu’s message.

A warm feeling spread through his chest.

He knew his son-in-law’s new restaurant was steadily making money and wouldn’t be short on investors. This was just Jiang Liu’s way of trying to help him.

Jun Xinghe thought for a moment and replied, "I can give you the startup capital, but I don’t want any shares. Your Uncle Jun isn’t short on cash."

"How about this? I’ll have the finance department transfer eighty million to you. Just take it and play around with it. Do whatever you want. If it runs out, just tell me. Your Uncle Jun has plenty of money."

Jun Xinghe sounded like he owned a gold mine.

In reality,

he was just deliberately flexing in front of his son-in-law.

After all, his daughter was useless. Other than being good-looking, she couldn’t do anything right.

Boss Jiang was really getting the short end of the stick.

He was terrified Jiang Liu would look down on the Jun Family.

Of course, eighty million was no small sum, not even for Jun Xinghe.

But he was already grooming Jiang Liu as if he were his own son.

When Jiang Liu saw that Jun Xinghe was going to give him eighty million to "play with," he was stunned for a few seconds.

Eighty million?

’How much money was that? If it were all cash, his house probably wouldn’t be big enough to hold it, right?’

Jiang Liu carefully chose his words and replied, "That wouldn’t be appropriate, Uncle Jun. If you’re putting up the money, we’re partners. It’s only right that you get shares."

"Besides, eighty million is too much. Ten million is enough for now. I have some money of my own as well."

Jun Xinghe: "Huh? That’s all? If you put it like that, there’s even less need for a joint venture. Just consider it a discount on the two private meals you cooked for me today. Let’s call it ten million."

He wasn’t just pulling that out of thin air.

The meal Jiang Liu made for him today had indeed saved him nearly ten million.

And on top of that, he had made new connections over the food.

Jiang Liu didn’t agree. "Please, Uncle Jun. I think we should be professional about this. Let’s make it a partnership."

Jun Xinghe didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

’This kid is just too adorable.’

’He’s practically begging to make money for me.’

’The problem is, I don’t need that little bit of money. It’s pocket change, the kind of money I’d spend on a single dinner.’

Jun Xinghe tried to find an excuse: "People who are too close shouldn’t do business together. Let’s not make it a joint venture. If you need money, just take it from me."

Jun Xinghe: "You know, I’ve been in business for many years. I’ve seen too many real-life tragedies—betrayal by brothers, backstabbing by friends. For a little bit of money, because of those relationships, so many families have been torn apart."

Jun Xinghe: "Just be good and take your Uncle Jun’s money to spend. Your Uncle Jun doesn’t need the money."

A warm feeling filled Jiang Liu’s heart. He knew Jun Xinghe simply wanted to be good to him.

But he still insisted.

It was a matter of principle. He had his own principles.

Other people’s money was still other people’s money. He wouldn’t feel right spending it.

Jiang Liu thought for a moment and replied, "You’re talking about brothers and friends, right? But we’re family. I don’t think we’ll have those kinds of conflicts."

Jun Xinghe was taken aback.

Those words struck him right in the heart.

Jiang Liu added, "Uncle Jun, just listen to me this once. You provide the capital, we sign a contract. I don’t need any special rights; I just need to be able to manage the restaurant’s hygiene, ingredients, preparation, and service standards."

"How about you make all the other decisions?"

He wanted to give control of the company to Jun Xinghe, the major partner.

If it had been anyone else—besides his own wife and parents—Jiang Liu would never have made such an offer.

But he had a good sense of Jun Xinghe’s character. He knew the man was strict and principled, but also that he was genuinely kind to him.

Just like how he had unhesitatingly offered him eighty million in "play money."

There was also the fact that...

Jiang Liu was well aware of his own circumstances. Besides being a good cook,

he was just a divorced single dad.

With a five-year-old daughter to raise.

The fact that Jun Xinghe was willing to marry his carefully raised daughter to him, and still treated him so well, moved him deeply.

Furthermore,

the brand itself wasn’t something Jiang Liu was particularly concerned about.

Jun Xinghe held his phone, a thoughtful expression on his face. He stroked his stubble and suddenly realized that his son-in-law was actually serious.

After some thought,

Jun Xinghe decided to treat the matter with due seriousness. If someone else had come to him to talk about a business that would only make a few tens of thousands, he would have stepped on the gas and run them over long ago.

Wasn’t that just a joke to him?

But since it was his son-in-law who proposed it, things were different.

It was like a father seriously accompanying his son to play on the swings and slides.

Jun Xinghe replied seriously, "Alright, how about this: you tell me your business model and your development plans. I’ll take a look, and if it passes muster, I’ll have the company’s legal department prepare a contract."

Jun Xinghe: "As for the shares, you take sixty percent, and I’ll take forty. After all, I have no experience in the restaurant industry. You’ll have to be the one to do most of the work and planning."

Jun Xinghe: "As for dividends, they’ll be paid out twice a year. My finance department will coordinate with you."

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