Chapter 765

"Hey hey, I'm not busy. Don't be angry, sister LAN." Zhang Ye said with a smile.

"Busy with the little girls, why, the little sisters in Beijing have brought you a lot of trouble." Shulan said, he all puffed out a smile.

"Wronged, sister LAN, I really didn't find a chance. By the way, have you just talked about the advertisement? " Zhang Ye quickly changes the topic for fear that Shu Lan will say something embarrassing to himself.

"Well, talk about it. Are you free in the evening? Come to my house and talk about it. In addition, my friend gave me a bottle of red wine yesterday, just digesting it with you. " Shulan said with a smile.

"Just drinking." Zhang Ye asked with a smile.

"Oh? What else do you want to do? " Shu Lan also laughed.

"Do whatever you can."

"Bad boy, as long as you have the courage, your sister will be yours all night."

"Well, I'll be there in the evening."

Zhang Ye and Shu Lan talked a few more words with a smile, and then hung up the phone, with a relaxed smile on his face.

Chat with Shu Lan will make him particularly relaxed. What she gives herself is a feeling of special ease, which is totally different from other women.

It can be said that Shu Lan doesn't have any emotional dependence on herself. Her character is a very independent and strong woman. Even though they have had some relationship beyond friendship, she still confines her relationship to her friends.

In short, Shulan's demand for himself is just his body, and their relationship is completely the legendary cannon friend.

But the more so, the more relaxed Zhang Ye feels. It's not that he doesn't like responsible people, but that Shu Lan doesn't want to make him responsible at all.

Although the love affair between children and women is wonderful, Zhang ye put it down for the time being and drove around some prosperous places in the capital. His first stop was Wangfu street, the most expensive street in the capital.

It is full of all kinds of high-end shops, office buildings and offices of super consortia. It can be said that it is a place where countless rich people gather.

Even if any humble shop here, the annual rent may be more than one million, which is a real inch of land and money.

Of course, the public security here is also very good. Although the whole commercial street is bustling, there are very few riots, not to mention the gun stealing incident. Even the big brother and sister who come to ask you if you want to make a plate do not have any.

As Zhang Ye walked along the street, looking at the people with all kinds of skin color around him, he also sighed at the rise and prosperity of China over the years, and at the same time, he was more determined to open a shop in the capital.

Good!

Now he is planning to open his own shop on this Wangfu street, but he doesn't want to start the brand of Weixiang, but wants to create a catering brand again, a picnic.

This idea has been wandering in Zhang Ye's mind for not a day or two. Since Lao Fei discussed the hotel decoration with him last time, he thought of this problem by drawing inferences from one instance.

No matter what, Weixiang is a place for mass consumption. To be honest, it's hard to have a high grade, which is also an inevitable result. After all, the consumption capacity of the public is limited. You really need to make a dish of thousands of yuan. No matter how delicious it is or how exquisite it looks, they can't consume it.

But if the rich are not the same, a thousand yuan dish is just like a drizzle for them, just like dressing himself now. In the past, he thought it was a luxury to wear a 200 yuan dress, but now, he doesn't think it's wrong to wear any of his clothes for less than 5000 yuan.

That's the power of money.

Moreover, Zhang Ye also knows that most rich people disdain to eat with the public in order to show their differences. Even though the dishes in this restaurant are delicious, this is one of the reasons why Weixiang can never achieve a high grade.

After thinking about this, Zhang Ye has been thinking about it, and before he came to the capital, he finally figured it out.

I can create another catering brand in the most prosperous place in Beijing. This brand focuses on top-level dishes and serves the rich. In this way, I can completely erase the drawback that his restaurant can't step into the top-grade. Anyway, in the end, my picnic will be incorporated into Weixiang catering culture company.

It's just for this reason that Zhang ye came to Wangfu street today to investigate. He wanted to see that there was no place here to use as his restaurant address.

Unfortunately, Zhang Ye was disappointed today. He ran from east to west, but he didn't find any place that could be used as the address of his own picnic restaurant. There were very few shops here, and every shop seemed to be very prosperous.

It's hard to do now.

Zhang Ye frowned, some quite speechless.

But at this time, not far from him, a few exclamations suddenly came from the door of a shop, and then chaos arose."Help! Help! Who's going to save my wife?"

Something's wrong!

Zhang Ye's heart is startled, also can't take care of oneself of affair, hastily a arrow stride to rush toward the crowd that encircle ran past.

"Get out of the way."

He runs the mana to form a soft rebound outside the body, pushing away the people around him. Then he sees a middle-aged woman lying on the ground covered with blood in the crowd. Her face is pale and frightening, and her breath is becoming weak.

Next to the middle-aged woman, a middle-aged man of about the same age knelt on the ground and said anxiously:

"I beg you, if anyone can save someone, can you save my wife? I give money, I have money."

Shua!

The middle-aged people did not expect that his words had just come to the ground, but the onlookers all stepped back and didn't want to go forward to provoke right and wrong. This is also a bad habit of Chinese people in recent years. They are afraid to touch porcelain, be afraid of accidents, be afraid of taking responsibility, and always follow the creed that they have nothing to do with themselves.

"Let me see."

Zhang Ye looked at the people around him coldly, sighed helplessly and speechless, went straight forward, squatted beside the middle-aged man, and asked:

"what's the matter with her?"

"She, she's my wife. She was robbed by gangsters just now. My wife couldn't let go and was stabbed by gangsters."

The middle-aged man didn't expect Zhang Ye to come out, and he was too young. He looked like a college student who had just been out of school for less than two years, but the other person's calm demeanor raised a glimmer of hope for him:

"little brother, please help my wife. Without her, I can't live."