Divorced Dad's Gourmet Shop

Chapter 482: Chapter 381: The Imposing Father-in-law Jun

"We’re leaving."

"Alright, President Liu, President Yang. Let’s grab a meal together when you have time."

The two men walked along the bustling Yangzhai Street. They passed by an old man’s stall and bought a few Red String Small Jade Beads.

It was just to take their minds off things.

If they had been anywhere else, they would have definitely sat in the shop and chatted for a while after their meal.

But this was Jiang Liu’s shop.

"Boss Jiang’s place is so comfortable... By the way, I haven’t asked you yet. Where did you end up buying a house?"

Yang Qing suddenly asked.

"A house?" Liu Dong was puzzled. "What are you talking about, buying a house?"

"You didn’t buy a house in South City? My god, President Liu, you’re way too laid-back, aren’t you?"

Yang Qing’s eyes widened, his face a mask of exaggerated surprise.

’No way, no way!?’

’This guy Liu Dong is sitting on so much cash, and he didn’t even think to buy a house in advance?’

’Is he an idiot!?’

???

"A house? Oh, man! How could I have...?"

It finally dawned on Liu Dong, and he slapped his forehead.

Full of regret, he quickly pulled out his phone. "I almost forgot! I’m calling my company right now to have them hunt for a good property for me!"

Yang Qing was secretly smug.

He said casually,

"No worries, President Liu, what’s the rush? If you can’t manage to buy a place, it’s fine. I bought a three-bedroom apartment in Phoenix District. I can rent a room to you. Just give me twenty million a month."

"Are you freaking insane!?"

Liu Dong was about to die from anger. He became determined to buy the absolute closest and best house possible!

’When I do, I’ll have to learn from these humble-bragging masters and show off with everything I’ve got!’

’Yes!’

’Best of all would be buying the unit right above Boss Jiang’s shop!’

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"We’re off, Master Jiang. Don’t let us keep you!"

"Alright."

Fang Hongbo finished his meal, politely said his goodbyes to Jiang Liu, and walked off picking his teeth with a gold toothpick.

He was in a wonderful mood.

Du Qin chuckled and said, "It’s a shame we didn’t get to have the candied potatoes and sweet potatoes today. I wonder how the dish compares to Mr. Lei’s version."

He wore a look of reverence.

"It really is a shame. If only I could become Boss Jiang’s father-in-law, I wouldn’t have to put up with this frustration."

Fang Hongbo got angry just thinking about Jun Xinghe’s smug face.

He took out his phone and started scrolling his social media feed.

After just a few scrolls, he saw yet another boastful post from Jun Xinghe.

"Fuck! Why is it this bastard again!"

Fang Hongbo’s face instantly darkened.

The other customers who were there for the excitement all turned to watch the show as the exasperated Fang Hongbo fumed.

"What happened, Brother Fang?"

Du Qin and Fang Hongbo were very close friends.

"Look at this!"

After seeing it, Du Qin was speechless too.

"This President Jun has been posting way too much lately. He’s just showing off, day in and day out, with no end in sight."

He was a little jealous himself.

Fang Hongbo was a whole truckload of sour grapes.

’He had a daughter too. She couldn’t compare to Jun Qingmeng, sure, and she liked to hang out at bars, and... ’

’But he still thought she was a pretty good match for Master Jiang.’

’After all, he was richer than Jun Xinghe!’

"What do you think, Old Du?"

Du Qin thought for a moment and said, "Looking at it as a new venture, I heard Jun Xinghe only invested a little over a million. That undoubtedly means this place has enormous potential."

"I just don’t know what industry the two of them are getting into."

"Could it be the restaurant business?" Fang Hongbo asked.

"Impossible!" Du Qin denied with confidence. "The restaurant industry is saturated in every city. If Master Jiang opened a shop himself, he could certainly rewrite the rules, but it’s obvious he can’t be the one running it personally."

"Besides, what Master Jiang does isn’t something just anyone can learn."

"That’s weird, then. What kind of business has such high profit margins? How could it make so much money on its very first day? It must be fake."

Fang Hongbo’s jealousy was practically spilling over.

Du Qin said, "Probably retail, maybe one of those trendy influencer-type shops?"

"Doesn’t seem like it. I’m thinking a supermarket is more likely."

The curiosity was killing them.

Neither of them believed that Boss Jiang could be the one supplying the ham and tuna for this new shop.

But if it were something like that, the revenue would actually be too low.

Fang Hongbo was dying of curiosity. "Forget it, I’ll just swallow my pride and ask him. I doubt that little Jun would dare refuse to give me face."

His prestige was far greater than Jun Xinghe’s. In card terms, if Jun Xinghe was an Ace, then he was the Deuce.

Fang Hongbo opened their chat and typed bluntly, "Brother Jun, what’s this business you’re doing with Boss Jiang? Tell me about it. I’m pretty curious."

He waited five minutes.

No response.

Fang Hongbo chuckled and said, "No rush. Ever since that guy divorced his wife, he’s kept his schedule packed. He works from dawn till dusk."

"? So you’re saying he’s actually pretty pathetic."

"Mhm... pretty pathetic."

The two men looked at each other.

Du Qin sighed, then suddenly let out a PUFF of laughter.

"Hahaha, sorry, Brother Fang. I couldn’t help it. I just thought of something funny."

"Hahahaha. Me too."

Fang Hongbo started laughing too.

"BUZZ!"

His phone vibrated.

’Did he reply?’

Fang Hongbo opened his phone, and Du Qin leaned in to look.

Jun Xinghe: "Why don’t you guess?"

???

’Guess?’

’Guess my ass!’

’So you’re gonna be a sore loser, huh?’

’Fine!’

’Just you wait!’

Fang Hongbo, feeling humiliated, typed back: "Don’t mess with me. I’m serious. Hurry up and tell me what you and Master Jiang are up to."

"If you don’t talk, don’t blame me and Zhao Chuan for not giving you face later."

He was getting desperate.

Jun Xinghe: "Is that right? Fine. I’ll tell my son-in-law right now that from this day forward, anyone associated with you is blacklisted. You can forget about ever eating a hot meal in his shop for the rest of your life."

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The two men looked at each other.

"What’s the move, Brother Fang?"

"Heh, this little Jun finds a good son-in-law and suddenly he’s so high and mighty his tail is pointing to the sky. Looks like he needs to be taught a lesson!"

"But what if he gets Boss Jiang to blacklist you? What about your retirement life..."

Fang Hongbo said angrily, "What’s there to be afraid of! It’s just a few meals, a few bites of delicious food! Do you think I, Fang Hongbo, can’t survive without him and his family?"

His face was flushed red.

He was angry, jealous, and anxious all at once.

He gripped his phone.

"Let him have it, Brother Fang!" Du Qin urged.

"Let him have it!"

"Go on, Brother Fang!"

"Do it!"

Fang Hongbo held down the voice message button, took a deep breath, and was just about to let loose a torrent of profanity when reason suddenly prevailed. He laughed and said:

"Hahaha, President Jun, you didn’t take that seriously, did you? Haha! I was just making a bad joke. That Zhao Chuan guy is a real piece of work, you know. He’s always bad-mouthing you behind your back. I actually broke things off with him ages ago!"

Fang Hongbo: "What’s our relationship like? If you ever need anything, just let your big bro know. Don’t be a stranger, alright?"

?

Du Qin stared at Fang Hongbo’s smiling face with a bizarre expression.

"What are you looking at? It’s called a stalling tactic, you get me? For a man, saving face isn’t the same as having a backbone. Being able to endure humiliation like Han Xin crawling between that ruffian’s legs—that’s what makes a true man!"

Fang Hongbo gave himself a lame excuse.

Du Qin was speechless. "Brother, that’s just pathetic. Han Xin had no choice. You’re just being a suck-up. It’s not the same thing at all."

"Hmph, you’re all talk. As if you’ve got so much backbone."

Fang Hongbo sneered, "Why don’t you give me a demonstration of what real backbone looks like, then?"

"Fine, I’ll give you a demonstration!"

Du Qin, all fired up, took out his phone and sent a voice message to Jun Xinghe in an angry tone:

"Old Jun, what the hell have you been up to these last few days! Didn’t I tell you? We should grab a meal and chat when we’re free. Whatever, I can’t be bothered with you. When I have some free time in a couple of days, I’ll come to your office and cook for you!"

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