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"The difficult, the difficult part is behind." Han Tong rolled his eyes slightly and continued, "During that press conference, although the main character seemed to be a delicacy, it was actually that bottle of red wine."

"Can you be a little clearer? He was confused.

"The intention of the client was that we should find a chef with a French Blue Sox background and make an innovative dish that would be a 100 per cent contrast to the wine's merits."

"Then, let that group of dregs come and taste it?"

"Yes, that's it."

Song Beichuan thought for a moment and asked again: "Then how do I know if the chef I found can meet their standards?"

"They'll appoint an exclusive Wine Master."

"What the heck!" Song Beichuan raised his head and slapped his forehead heavily.

It sounded like an endless maze. There really were a lot of people to look for. Furthermore, the people they found might not be enough to satisfy the other party!

"Can't you take on a more normal job?"

"Six million!" Five to six million in a row, don't you want to go all out and risk it all? "

"How could I not?"

"Then let's fight it out? What rubbish are you talking about! " She reached out and slapped him hard on the shoulder.

Song Beichuan smiled bitterly. Of course it was fine, he had gotten used to it, but he was afraid that if he lost everything, it would not be a small amount. A single mishap might cause the company to lose.

"Right, how are you going to reward me?" Han Tong suddenly approached him and raised his eyebrows in an exaggerated fashion.

He laughed out loud and said, "Not a single word. What do you want to be rewarded for?"

"Hmph, I'll go gather those ten food judges first tomorrow."

"Where should we go?"

"I know the editor in chief of The Meals."

"Is that a 'baa'?"

"Ah, you are very young! That is our country's most famous magazine on food and wine. You actually asked me if that's true? "

"I don't drink red wine, so it's not good to eat. How would I know?"

"To think that you're even the boss of an advertising company, of course you have to dabble in it!"

"How many heads can a person have? What else do you think the staff I hired were for? "

That was true. Han Tong stopped talking and rolled his eyes, deciding to go back to the original topic. "So do you want to reward me or not?" Six million, for five consecutive years, and six million every year! "

"Yes, yes, yes. Just tell me how you want me to reward you." Song Beichuan smiled bitterly. He couldn't beat her.

However, Han Tong hesitated for a moment, as he caught her unusual reaction.

"What's wrong?"

"No," Nightingale raised her eyebrows, shook her head, and rubbed her nose. "I was just thinking about how I could extort you."

In fact, she almost blurted out, 'Give me a kiss, will you …'

However, he still didn't have the courage to say it out loud.

Song Beichuan didn't see what she was thinking and believed her. He smiled: "No need to blackmail, if you really did it and sign it, then I'll give you a car, imported."

"Really?" She was so surprised that she almost rushed up to hug him.

"Of course, when have I ever lied to you?"

"Importer, you said so!"

"Alright, it's what I said. You can write it in black and white, and I'll draw the tortoise by hand." After saying that, he picked up the car keys from the table, looking like he was about to leave.

Han Tong looked at him and asked, "Are you going back?"

"Of course," he said, looking at her with amusement. "Then what am I going to do if I don't go home?"

"You … Won't you have a drink with me? "

"You still want to drink?"

"Besides, I haven't eaten yet!" She knew that this trick would always work. "Eat with me. I'm a weak girl eating outside. Don't you feel that the scene is desolate?"

Laughing at her exaggerated description, he calmed himself down to think about it. It seemed that he wasn't really in a hurry to go back.

If she rushed home and found that he was the only one with a heart like a rhinoceros, wouldn't that be embarrassing?

"Well," he conceded, "you have three minutes to think about what you want to eat."

However, his mind was constantly filled with the aura of his wife. The relationship between the two of them had yet to reach this point, and he had never thought that he would one day regain it.

He had never thought about it, nor had he anticipated it. But it happened. It was like a miracle had happened.

After half a month, the ten dregs food reviewers had all been gathered. However, they could not find the key person, the French Lanxiang chef requested by the customer. Although they had already found three people from the French hotel and also asked them to design a dish for them, the wine master didn't know if he was deliberately making things difficult for them. He would usually eat only one mouthful before pushing his plate away and shaking his head.

This was not the worst case scenario. According to news from his peers, Song Beichuan had already started to negotiate with another advertising company. This made him anxious like an ant on a metal board or a burning candle. He was reading a mountain of food magazines every day.

However, it was the same magazine that had attracted Lin Xiaoqing's attention.

In her last life, she had climbed all the way from a small editor to the chief editor's position in the magazine, and if it was said that food was her faith, then wine was her relic, both of which were her domain.

"Why are you looking at this?" When he came out of the bathroom, he saw Song Beichuan frowning as he held the magazine. It didn't look like he was reading a gourmet magazine at all, but rather something like he was forced to read three watches.

She picked it up casually and moved closer to him.

A light fragrance assaulted his nostrils, and he instantly relaxed a lot. His brows no longer revealed any seriousness. He put down the magazine and revealed a shallow smile.

"I recently received a case from a customer. It's not easy to settle with regards to red wine."

"So you're studying red wine?" She caught a glimpse of the page he was reading, introducing a wine from the Puddleglum Cliff estate in France.

"Yeah," he nodded, then continued, "It's not just the wine, but he also insists that we find a suitable dish." He had expected her to ask for details, but she only nodded and said nothing.

On second thought, she was probably not interested, right? Actually, this wasn't a big surprise. In the four to five years they had known each other, they had only seen her drink beer, cocktails, and alcohol. However, they had never seen her drink red wine before, so she shouldn't be interested in red wine at all … Right?

"Do you have a sample of the wine?" she asked suddenly.

Song Beichuan was stunned and confused. "Yes, it's in my study room. What's wrong?"

"Can I have a sip?"

He was a little surprised. She had a serious expression on her face. It didn't seem like she was asking or playing around. She wanted to know the taste of the bottle of red wine.