In a VIP ward of Jiangcheng Second People's Hospital, Wang Dachu had just woken up. Beside the bed, Wang Dachu's wife Wang Aihong and the hotel owner Amei were sitting.

"Oh, I woke up!"

Seeing Wang Dachu wake up, Amei was happier than Wang Aihong, and immediately stepped forward to support her: "Dachu, how do you feel now?"

Wang Dachu shook his head, glanced at his wife, then fell on Amei, and said with a gloomy face: "It's okay, I can't die!"

"Big, don't blame me..." Amei said aggrievedly: "It's not that I don't call the police, I really don't dare. Today, the hotel's business is going to be ruined. Those customers are finally sent away by me. If I call the police again, I'm afraid things will make a big deal. By then, the hotel may really go bankrupt!"

"Okay, stop talking, it's right for you not to call the police..." Wang Dachu waved his hand, a ruthless look flashed across his face, and gritted his teeth and said, "Call the police... Humph... It's too cheap if you call the police..."

"Yeah!" Amei followed Wang Dachu's words and said, "I'm just a woman. I can't help you with such a thing, but I'll pay for you even if you use money to make it easier for you. As well as your medical expenses and hospitalization expenses, I'll pay for you!"

After hearing what she said, Wang Dachu nodded: "Well! Then go back, don't worry, as long as I, Wang Dachu, the hotel business will not be ruined!"

After hearing this, Amei was extremely happy: "With your words, I can't feel at ease. Okay, you will recover slowly and I will come to see you tomorrow!"

After saying that, Amei left the ward with Wang Aihong.

Seeing the two of them walking out, Wang Dachu called his son Wang Xiaodao.

In less than ten minutes, a young man in his twenties with a fiery red head exploded into the ward.

On the day of the summer, the young man wore a long cotton black sleeve, and the right sleeve was bulging, as if something was hidden. Those who were familiar with the young man would know that it was a knife, and he always kept it with him and never left him.

"Dad, who did it?"

Although he did not see any obvious scars on Wang Dachu's body, the young man was still furious because in his concept, he was the only one who bullied others, and there was no reason for others to bully him, even if it was his father who was bullied.

"A college student named Jiang Feng." Wang Dachu didn't describe the passage of being beaten too much, but just solemnly explained: "That kid is a little weird, be careful."

"Don't worry, dad, if I don't kill him, I won't call him Wang Xiaodao!" Wang Xiaodao said gritting his teeth.

"Don't make too much noise, it's hard to deal with it..." Wang Dachu thought for a moment and said, "He hit me with his right hand, so he needs his right arm!"

"It's too cheap for him to waste his arm!" Wang Xiaodao said this, and then changed his mind and asked, "Dad, how are you in good health?"

Wang Dachu waved his hand and said, "I'm not seriously injured."

Wang Xiaodao approached the hospital bed, sat down beside Wang Dachu, and lowered his voice: "Dad, just be careful, you should tell me the recipe for 'Dragon and Phoenix Chengxiang'. If that kid takes action today, wouldn't this ancestral palace dish be lost?"

The palace dishes of Long Feng Chengxiang are indeed inherited by the Wang family, but this recipe is a bit strange. Five years ago, the Wang family moved its tomb and dug out two things from the grandfather of Wang Dachu's grandfather's tomb. One of them is the recipe of Long Feng Chengxiang, and the other is a knife book. The Wang family's ancestor's genealogy records that when he was alive, this grandfather was an imperial chef in the Qing palace and knew some martial arts skills.

As a result, Wang Dachu, who was a chef, inherited the recipe, and Wang Xiaodao, who was a gangster, asked for the sword technique.

The father and son, relying on these two secret techniques, made a fortune in Jiangcheng, so Wang Dachu would not say that he was not of high quality. Although he was not at the high-end Amei Hotel, he was famous. Kesky, a five-star hotel in Jiangcheng, spent a lot of money to dig him. If it weren't for Amei's distant cousin's fragrant and soft body, he would have switched jobs or went out alone!

Wang Xiaodao used to be a penniless gangster. He usually went to various middle schools or technical schools to collect protection fees. After obtaining the Lancet Technique, he was very fond of fighting and was very happy to get a treasure. He practiced hard day and night, and worked harder than being a young girl. As a result, the sword technique really made him master. So, the penniless gangster gradually became a famous black forces in all sides to win over - the Machete Prince.

In order to preserve the secret and private nature of these two sets of ancestral secret techniques, the father and son destroyed the recipes and knife recipes after mastering them. The Wang family will pass them on from generation to generation and will never be promoted.

Now is the age of hot weapons, and it is not the world of martial artists. So what if you have peerless martial arts skills? It’s not enough to be a single person. Moreover, even if you find a job, you will be professions that are not on the table.

Wang Xiaodao's identity is an example.

In this way, the dragon and phoenix show auspiciousness is more important than the lancet technique. Although the chefs in the old days were also cheap, they are very popular now. This is why Wang Dachu refused to pass the dragon and phoenix show auspiciousness to his son.

At this time, after hearing his son's words, Wang Dachu was furious and did not care about his injuries. He immediately shouted: "Little bastard, you just hope I die, right! You..."

"Dad, what I'm talking about is the truth. If this dish is really lost, how can you explain it to the ancestors?"

After hearing this, Wang Dachu's expression stagnated, but he calmed down surprisingly: "Cough... what you said makes sense..."

"You little brat... OK, I'll pass it to you," said Wang Dachu, suddenly stunned. He patted his head, and an inexplicable expression appeared on his face.

"What's wrong with Dad?"

Wang Dachu refused to answer, shook his head hard again, and his face showed a look of distress.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Wang Xiaodao said anxiously.

"Why can't I remember it all the time?"

"This, this is impossible..." Wang Xiaodao saw that his father didn't seem to be pretending, and said in surprise: "A slight concussion will not cause amnesia!"

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaodao stood up and shouted violently: "Doctor...Doctor..."

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Jiang Feng returned home.

Jiang Tianshan and his wife were surprised to see their son carrying large and small bags of expensive things.

Before his parents could ask, Jiang Feng said happily: "Dad, mom, today your son is lucky and was accepted by a foreign company... Mom, guess how much does someone give me a month..."

The mother shook her head happily and said, "How could she guess it?"

"Ten thousand yuan." Jiang Feng said excitedly: "I also paid my monthly salary in advance, so why not..." Jiang Feng took out the money in his pocket and handed it to his mother.

"He, my son has made money!"

Looking at a large stack of hundred-dollar bills, my mother did not show the stunning expression of the countryman entering the city for the first time. She just took the money happily and pulled out a stack of them. The rest was still handed over to Jiang Feng: "Afeng, since you work in a big company now, you have to dress more decently. Keep the money for buying clothes!"

Jiang Feng did not refuse, so he accepted it. He didn't count it and put it in his pocket.

There is no clear distinction between mother and son.

Jiang Tianshan watched from the side, quietly looking at his son's every move. He did not show a trace of joy on his face, but his expression became more and more serious.

Just as Jiang Feng took out the "bamboo charcoal" pillow from the wrapping paper for his mother to show it, Jiang Tianshan quietly walked out of the house and walked to the corner of the yard, and then without hesitation, pulled out a number that he did not dare to pull out for a long time.

The phone was connected quickly.

"Brother Wolf, please say?" The other party's words were very short, but they were full of loyalty.

"A Gui, please help me watch Jiang Feng tomorrow to see what he is doing?" Jiang Tianshan lowered his voice.

"OK."

"You can't be exposed unless you have to."

"Don't worry, Brother Wolf."

"Um!"
Chapter completed!