Thinking of the chef competition, Mu Yunsheng let people carry things into the immortal mansion.

After isolating the sight of most people, Mu Yunsheng dared to open the box with his prize.

As soon as I opened the box, I was dazzled by the yellow light.

Mu Yunsheng subconsciously narrowed his eyes. The rows of neat gold were lying quietly in the box. The wealth moved people's hearts. Even if Mu Yunsheng saw more gold and silver, he could see the gold in the box, and his heart beat faster.

Gold is the hard currency of all ages. How could she be indifferent to such a big box of gold in front of her eyes.

"This is the reward for the final winner of the competition. My Lord said that the competition in Beijing is about to start. Three days later, my Lord will return to Beijing. You two should hurry up to pack up."

Zhao Jin said with a smile after thanking the Yamen clerk and handing some broken silver to others, "thank you. I've already let the shopkeeper have good food and wine in the front hall. If you don't want to leave, have a drink."

All the people who sent things were happy and went to have a drink. The crowded and bustling Houge was quiet.

Mu Yunsheng also recovered from the shock of the gold. Looking at the dazzling gold, he thought of the complicated things on his body, and his heart became heavier.

"There are still many things to be settled. Can they be settled in three days?"

Mu Yunsheng asked anxiously.

Zhao Jin bowed his head and pondered for a while. He knew that Mu Yunsheng was worried about how to arrange the way out for shenxianfu and songmianqiao. When he thought of songmianqiao, who only had cooking in his eyes, they both had a headache.

"Now let's finish the funeral first."

Zhao Jin had a general idea in his mind, but now was not the right time, so he didn't say it.

Mu Yunsheng also agreed with his words.

Back at Xu's house, it was getting dark, and the guests dispersed. In front of the hall, there were only the clerks and administrators of the gods and Buddhas.

Song mianqiao knelt on the futon and quietly burned the paper money for chef Xu. When the paper money in his hand was burned, he slowly raised his head.

"I know you have something to do, and you have to rush to the capital urgently. Now the immortal mansion has been taken over by you. What are you going to do with it?"

Song mianqiao is worried. He really doesn't know what the other party's plans are. In addition, he has had conflicts with them. He is worried that the other party will retaliate, so he is very depressed now.

Zhao Jin thought of his original plan. To show his importance, he asked Mu Yunsheng, the owner of the immortal mansion, to speak first.

Mu Yunsheng didn't think of a way to have the best of both worlds for a moment. He could only let Zhao Jinxian say.

Zhao Jin looked around the crowd and said solemnly, "I think you all know that we are strangers. We passed here because we had to rush to the capital. We wanted to earn some money, so we took part in the cooking competition. But we didn't think that many things happened later..."

Zhao Jin thought over the words in his heart, and then went on to say, "because we are in an emergency, we can't stay here for a long time. I hope you will understand."

"Can't stay long? What about shenxianfu? You can't even have someone in charge? Mu Yunsheng, since chef Xu has left shenxianfu to you, you are naturally responsible for shenxianfu! "

The deacons in charge of shenxianfu agreed, obviously worried that they had sold shenxianfu.

Pretending not to see their worries, Zhao Jin still firmly said his plan: "I'm going to sell the immortal mansion..."

Mu Yunsheng has no objection to Zhao Jin's proposal. She has long guessed that Zhao Jin will have such a plan to solve the problem cleanly. Zhao Jin never drags on. Similarly, as long as you sell shenxianfu, you can solve all the problems and go to Beijing easily. It's not hard to guess what he will do.

Song mianqiao suddenly got excited. He stood up from the futon and yelled, "I absolutely don't want to sell shenxianfu!"

Song mianqiao's opposition caused the public's secondment, one or two voiced their support for song mianqiao.

"Yes, I absolutely don't want to sell shenxianfu! Shenxianfu is everyone's home. It's the hard work of everyone. We can't just sell it! "

"Yes, that's right. The fairy house is the work of chef Xu. How can we sell it! If you dare to sell it, I'll be the first to disagree! "

"The fairy house has been sold. What are we going to do? Where can we make a living if we disband shenxianfu? This is not a simple question of "sell as you say..."

Zhao Jin looked at the indignant man in charge of the affairs, not only no waves in his heart, but also calm on his face.

The opposition of the public was already in his expectation.

Mu Yunsheng looked at her quietly and did not stop her. He did not know what he was thinking.

Zhao Jin looked at the crowd and inferred from the reasons for their opposition that they didn't object because of their deep feelings for the shenxianfu, but because once the shenxianfu was sold, their livelihood would be gone. It was related to their own interests. It was strange that they didn't object.However, Zhao Jin has always been used to solving problems from the source, this time of course is no exception.

He said with a smile: "you are against selling shenxianfu. It's only because you sell shenxianfu that your livelihood will be lost. But you can rest assured that even if you sell shenxianfu, I will agree with the next owner that you will continue to work there, and you won't be fired just because you change your owner."

This is like a strong medicine to ease the mind soup, so that those angry guys are quiet down, the voice of opposition also gradually disappeared, all did not speak, obviously because Zhao Jin's commitment to dispel their concerns.

Looking at them all quiet down, Zhao Jin pondered for a while and then slowly asked: "in this case, you have no objection to selling the immortal mansion?"

They shut their mouths and didn't say a word, which was obviously acquiescence.

Song mianqiao resisted his anger and said with trembling: "I absolutely don't agree to sell shenxianfu!"

Because he was too excited, song mianqiao's pale face turned red.

"Even if you sell shenxianfu, you can still be a chef in shenxianfu. What's wrong with that?"

Zhao Jin analyzed problems for him from the perspective of interests. As a businessman, he never analyzed problems from the perspective of feelings.

Song mianqiao has become red in eyes and his voice is a bit hoarse.

"The immortal mansion was founded by my master. From the beginning of the inn to now, the immortal mansion has expended a lot of effort. My master's biggest wish is to spread the reputation of the immortal mansion all over the world and open it all over the country! Now he can't realize his old man's wish. Do you want to sell the immortal Buddha? That's too much! "

Song mianqiao's eyes are full of anger. At the moment, he stares at Mu Yunsheng.