Pretty CEO's Soldier Son-in-law

0"Oh my god, why did you only just arrive? I couldn't get through to you even if I called you this morning. There's no one at the hotel you're staying at. I'm so worried that I'm about to call the police!"    

    

The moment Gao Fei walked into the restaurant, Lee Decai came to greet him.    

    

"Cao, do we need you to call the police? I've been in the Police Station the entire time. "    

    

Looking at the customers in the restaurant, Gao Fei asked, "Today's business is pretty good."    

    

"Not just 'not bad', it's really explosive!"    

    

"Why are you looking for me?"    

    

"Look."    

    

Lee Decai wiped away the sweat on his forehead: "Brother Fei, the reason I'm looking for you is to tell you that we need to recruit more people. There are too few waiters now. Even the chef came out to help at noon. "Look, it's only eight o'clock, and the attendance rate has already reached eighty percent. There'll definitely be more people coming later on."    

    

"Sure, I'll remember what you said. I'll talk to someone who knows how to talk to him."    

    

Gao Fei smilingly patted Lee Decai's shoulder and walked towards the bar.    

    

Behind the long bar, Lian Xue was busy counting accounts with her fingers. The two handsome foreign guys (bartender) beside her were playing tricks on her, attracting the attention of a bunch of infatuated girls. They kept praising her from time to time.    

    

One of them, a young man named Jack, nodded to greet the boss as he saw him and passed him a cocktail called Blue Flame.    

    

When Gao Fei thanked her with a smile, Lian Xue saw that he had arrived.    

    

The moment she raised her head and saw Gao Fei, a hint of surprise flashed across Lian Xue's eyes. However, it was quickly replaced by calmness. "You're here?"    

    

"Ang, you're here."    

    

With his left hand on the bar counter, Gao Fei sipped some wine: "How is it, tired?"    

    

"Not bad, if we have free time at work, your boss will fire us."    

    

Lian Xue cracked a joke. She opened her mouth to say something, but then closed it again.    

    

Gao Fei knew that she really wanted to know about what happened last night, especially Su Beishan's information. After all, she was Su Beishan's direct subordinate and her lifetime happiness was in his hands.    

    

Gao Fei could see that the people around him were just ordinary consumers, so he didn't have any scruples. He put down his wine cup and said lightly: "Su Beishan is dead."    

    

Lian Xue, who was about to go get her laptop, froze. She lowered her eyes and asked, "Who killed him?"    

    

Gao Fei shook his head: "I don't know about this yet, he died miserably, it seems like he was forced to swallow a monster. That monster looks exactly the same as the snake, but it has tentacles on the top of its head and tentacles on both sides of its mouth. When I went there, I saw him strangled to death by a rope on a tree. That thing was about to break out from his stomach, but I cut open his stomach and cut that thing into two, Lian Xue.    

    

Lian Xue raised her hand to rub her cheeks and forced a smile. "It's nothing. I'm just a little tired."    

    

Gao Fei looked into her eyes. "Lian Xue, you know what that thing is, right?"    

    

"Jack, help me keep an eye out. I-I'm going to the washroom."    

    

Lian Xue didn't answer Gao Fei's question. Instead, she pushed the laptop to Jack, turned around and walked hurriedly towards the bathroom.    

    

Looking at Lian Xue's slim back, Gao Fei shook his head thoughtfully and carried his wine glass to the second floor.    

    

In the restaurant on the second floor, the attendance rate had reached around fifty percent.    

    

The restaurant that had just opened yesterday was already in full swing today. Apart from having good promotions and a pure taste, low prices played a very important role.    

    

In Lao Wang's words, now the restaurant was losing money. The higher the attendance, the more compensation there would be.    

    

However, Gao Fei didn't think much of it. After all, in the business world, the most important thing was credibility.    

    

Now that the restaurant had advertised for a month after the opening, no matter how much money they would lose, they would have to endure for a month. Only by doing so would they be able to win the trust of the consumers.    

    

Of course, the reason why Gao Fei was so confident was because he had obtained the funds for Mai Maiti's activities.    

    

Anyone with tens of millions of dollars in Swiss banks wouldn't pay much attention to the gains or losses of hundreds of thousands of yuan.    

    

When Gao Fei came to the second floor, Sister Decai, who was cleaning the office, came over to greet him.    

    

He could tell from Decai's simple smile that the rural woman really appreciated him and worked for him with all her heart, even though her clothes didn't suit her well enough to be seen in the Western Restaurant.    

    

It seemed like he needed to find a professional image designer to wrap them up for her and Lao Wang. Only after casually exchanging a few pleasantries with Sister Decai could Gao Fei walk into the office.    

    

Last night, before Gao Fei rushed out of the office, because of the fight with Teacher Qin, not only was it messy, but the air was also very bad. But now, when he came back in, there was a faint smell of mint in the air, leaving no dust.    

    

Gao Fei knew that this must be tidied up by Sister Decai, because only a woman from the countryside like her could be so careful.    

    

Closing the door, a good soundproofing device allowed Gao Fei to enter a separate space.    

    

Standing at the window, he opened the curtain and looked out for a moment. Then he took out his cell phone, found a charger and started to charge.    

    

Gao Fei took out the Anggui Scripture book from his pocket as he sat on the comfortable class chair.    

    

The cover of the《 Anggui Book》 was red, but it was not very bright. It looked like it had been soaked in fresh blood;    

    

The three characters of the Anggui Scripture were written with small characters. To the left of the three characters, there were a few words that resembled tadpoles. No one knew what these words were.    

    

Xiao Dian was the policy of 'calligraphy, vehicles, and weights being the same after Qin Shi Huang unified the Six Kingdoms.' Li Si, the Prime Minister, was in charge of the policy of unifying these characters. On the basis of the large seal characters originally used in the Qin Kingdom, he simplified them, eliminating the foreign languages from the other six kingdoms and creating a unified writing style of Chinese characters.    

    

It was not until the end of the Western Han Dynasty (about 8 A.D.) that it was gradually replaced by calligraphy. But because of its beautiful handwriting, it has always been favored by calligraphers.    

    

To be honest, with Gao Fei's cultural level, he couldn't understand these words.    

    

The reason he knew these three words were "Anggui Scripture" was because Hai Bo had told him about the name of this book last night.    

    

The cover of the book was very thick, and should have been made of several layers of hard paper, giving off a heavy feeling.    

    

Hai Bo had told him last night that Su Beishan had left him this book in hopes that he could understand something from it and learn some secrets that he had never heard of before.    

    

However, when Gao Fei opened the book, he cursed in a low voice.    

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The words inside were all written in small charms. Other than barely being able to read the words' one, two, three ', he was unable to understand anything else.    

    

"F * ck, this is the Heavenly Book for me. Despicable."    

    

Gao Fei raised his hand to rub his nose and started flipping through the pages randomly, hoping to see some simplified notes. If it really wasn't the traditional Chinese characters, then he would be able to read about half of the words.    

    

To his disappointment, the whole book did not have a single annotation. All the words were written in this kind of small characters.    

    

However, every few pages, there would be an illustration drawn with a brush.    

    

Mr. Gao didn't know Xiao Dian, but he could understand simple calligraphy.    

    

The first illustration seemed to be of someone overlooking the situation. Below was a vast desert and there was a long caravan of camels. The person wearing a headscarf was sitting on it and walking towards the distance.    

    

Far, far away, he could see the outline of a city, a semicircle of something (the sun or the moon, I don't know), just behind the city.    

    

The second painting, on the other hand, arrived at the city.    

    

There were countless shops on both sides of the city's streets, and pedestrians were pointing at them as they walked.    

    

This painting somewhat resembled the famous "The River Diagram" in history. However, the clothes of the people in the painting clearly had a strange color to them, and many people had their hair covered by a headscarf.    

    

It seemed that this painting was a description of the city's prosperity.    

    

The third painting was a hall that seemed to be extremely grand.    

    

There were more than ten tables on both sides of the hall, and all of them were filled with something that looked like fruit plates. Some of the people sitting at the back were all looking at the stage in the middle of the hall.    

    

On the high platform, there was a similar table. On the table were some wine bottles and other things, and a man with a big beard was sitting cross-legged at the back. It seemed that he was calling out to the people on both sides of the table:    

    

Above the beard, there were two words.    

    

Gao Fei was very happy that he could recognize these two words: Anggui!    

    

However, he didn't understand what the word meant, so he turned it back.    

    

Having seen the three paintings, Jack had a rough idea of what was going on: deep in the desert, in a city that was very prosperous, the king of the city was inviting his men to dinner in the great hall.    

    

The fourth painting was even easier to understand. It was a life and death painting.    

    

There was a screen in the picture, and outside the screen stood the big bearded man who had just been treating them. He was walking back and forth anxiously with his hands behind his back, and inside the screen, there were two midwives carrying a baby that was about to go around the screen. Behind them, there was a woman lying on the ground.    

    

After the fifth painting, there were more than a dozen paintings. They all had the same meaning. The only change was that the man waiting outside was either a young man or a bald old man.    

    

After looking at the picture of Lei Tong's delivery, Gao Fei finally saw a familiar portrait in the next scene: a young general in Chinese armor, riding a spear.    

    

The young general held his iron spear high, the front hooves of his warhorse rising, the tip of his spear almost piercing the page, he was shouting something.    

    

Behind the young general was a large banner.    

    

It was also a small note on the banner.    

    

However, this time, Gao Fei could faintly understand what the word 'Huo' meant, because it was very similar to the word 'Huo' in modern Chinese characters.    

    

Behind the flag, there were countless soldiers holding short knives and shields. They followed the young general and charged forward while shouting.    

    

There were many foreign cultivators running in front of him.    

    

Gao Fei thought, this painting should be an expression of how the army in that city was defeated by a young Chinese general with the surname 'Huo', and they were running for their lives.    

    

The next few paintings were easy to understand. They reflected the misery of the people who had been displaced in this city. Everyone looked at the general who seemed to have the surname 'Huo' in a vicious manner.    

    

In the penultimate painting, there were many people hiding behind windows, corners, and trees, clapping their hands and looking at the street with beaming smiles.    

    

On the street, some Chinese soldiers were carrying a stretcher.    

    

The man on the stretcher was covered in white cloth and the flag was raised. The soldiers seemed to be crying as they left the city.