350: Ellie, why are you here?

It might be hard to believe, but as wealthy as Pan Han is now, opening the National Restaurant is actually his first official venture.

During dinner, everyone exchanged WeChat contacts and also created a National Restaurant work group.

After eating, Yan Xiaoli took Little Ling upstairs first, while Pan Han and Qin Hongbing smoked downstairs.

Taking advantage of the children's absence, Pan Han slipped the cash to Qin Hongbing.

“Boss Pan, why are you giving me money? You really don't have to,” Qin Hongbing said, holding the money, still feeling a bit uneasy.

“Take it. Buy some good food for the child, and a phone too. You might get busy soon, and she needs to be able to reach you immediately,” Pan Han waved his hand, insisting he take it.

“Alright, Boss Pan,” Qin Hongbing quickly pocketed the money, fearing it would be blown away by the wind.

As long as it benefited Little Ling, he didn't care about his own pride.

Previously, Pan Han had given him 5,000, which was barely enough for a month's medication. For other living expenses, he still needed to find a job.

With these 20,000 in cash, he wouldn't have to worry about food and drink for at least a few months, allowing him to focus on preparing for the store's opening.

Pan Han, a cigarette dangling from his lips, turned to look at the first floor of the building, mentally calculating how to open it up, and unconsciously pulled out his special phone.

“Recall Ellie.”

“Yes, Cult Leader!”

Ouyang Cong had been recovering from his injuries recently, and also helping Pan Han with tasks.

He had slowly accepted this reality, and the new Cult Leader hadn't caused him any trouble.

But as his body gradually recovered, he felt a bit dejected.

Previously, Ouyang Cong was like a local emperor in China, doing whatever he pleased.

Now, with Pan Han above him, he was like a small turtle, constantly awaiting orders.

Ouyang Cong hung up the phone and stretched: “I need to go out for a walk.”

Ellie, in the Myanmar Northern Region, received the order and immediately set off to return to China, handing over all other matters to the Bodyguard Captain.

The repatriation of victims was already halfway complete, requiring only a small number of personnel.

The biggest problem in the Myanmar Northern Region now was that the Myanmar government army had begun crossing the border, preparing to reclaim lost territory.

With all the warlords eliminated and insufficient personnel from the Knight Order, many vacuum zones were left behind.

Therefore, Ellie's return to China this time also carried the Captain's instructions, hoping Pan Han could provide clear guidance as soon as possible.

If he wanted to retain the previous territory, he needed to send more troops in quickly.

When Pan Han and Qin Hongbing returned to the room, Little Ling was washing fruit.

Yan Xiaoli, seeing Pan Han enter, shrugged, indicating that Little Ling insisted on washing them herself.

“Uncle, come eat some grapes,” Little Ling said, placing a plate of large purple grapes on the table.

The last time Pan Han had properly eaten grapes was... well, the last time.

He gave Yan Xiaoli a mischievous look, and the two of them, without prior agreement, reached for the grapes.

They stayed until three in the afternoon before leaving, agreeing to return two days later.

Pan Han planned to hand all these matters over to Ellie and bring her to see the site then.

“Alright, that matter is settled for now. I need to get busy with movie promotion and scheduling. I’m going to be working for you again,” Yan Xiaoli said, taking off her shoes and sitting languidly in the passenger seat.

“Do you still have money for promotion? You must have spent it all on filming.”

“It's all gone.”

“Then don’t promote it.”

“Don’t be silly. This film relies on word-of-mouth, it might not be able to make a comeback,” Yan Xiaoli had put a lot of effort into her first film, but her capabilities were limited, so she lacked confidence.

“Then how much are you budgeting for publicity and distribution?”

“10 million, I guess!”

“Holy cow! Filming only cost a little over 30 million, and publicity and distribution will cost 10 million?” Pan Han was shocked by the budget.

It wasn't about the amount of money, but the proportion was exaggerated.

“My dear Boss Pan. Various advertisements, soft articles, all sorts of events, entertaining guests for meals—which of these doesn’t cost money?” Yan Xiaoli looked at Pan Han as if he were an idiot.

“Alright, professional matters should be handled by you professionals. Should I transfer you some more money?” Pan Han thought for a moment and realized Yan Xiaoli was right.

Amateurs leading experts was a major chronic problem in Dragon Country.

Pan Han had encountered such situations several times during his schooling, which greatly annoyed him.

Now that he was in charge, he decided to be a coal boss, only picking actresses and absolutely not interfering blindly.

“You decide how much to transfer. Anyway, I’ll ask you for more if I run out. Hehe,” Yan Xiaoli shifted her bottom, adjusted her mini-skirt, and a brand new pair of black stockings emitted a ghostly glow.

“Too lewd!” Pan Han pretended to scold her, then transferred 30 million to her.

“Then you can arrange your own schedule tomorrow,” Yan Xiaoli received the money, and her mind immediately began calculating how to promote the film; her thoughts were clearly no longer on Pan Han.

The two returned to the large flat, and although it was still early, the sky was already completely dark.

Winter in the capital gave Pan Han an unreal feeling.

The ubiquitous gloom, the bare trees, all heralded decay.

Yet, precisely here, tens of millions of people were busy.

Pan Han lay lazily on the balcony sofa, smoking and playing King of Glory.

Yan Xiaoli worked on her computer inside, and they agreed not to disturb each other before 7 o'clock.

At 7 o'clock, they would eat hot pot.

The network was noticeably better today, with almost no 460ms pings.

Pan Han won 4 consecutive games, feeling very pleased.

He opened the window, letting the cold wind blow across his face, feeling quite smug.

“Boss, I’m at the community entrance,” Ellie messaged at this moment.

Pan Han’s lips curled slightly, revealing a subtle, almost imperceptible smile.

“At the North Gate supermarket, buy 5 catties of sliced lamb, vegetables, meatballs, and sesame paste. We’re having hot pot tonight, and that’s all that’s missing.”

“Received, Boss.”

Pan Han checked the time; it was almost ready. He quickly went to the kitchen to prepare things.

A Yuanyang Hotpot, hot pot base, instant noodles, chopped green onions, cilantro, and some tofu.

After arranging everything, he turned on the stove to boil water.

“Done!” Pan Han went to Yan Xiaoli’s bedroom, finding her still on the phone.

Pan Han signaled twenty with his fingers, indicating they would eat in twenty minutes.

Yan Xiaoli looked at her watch, greatly surprised, realizing how long she had been talking without noticing.

She quickly concluded her call and hung up.

“Sorry, I made you cook again,” Yan Xiaoli came to the kitchen and saw Pan Han chopping vegetables.

What kind of experience was it to have a boss who was willing to cook for you?

Yan Xiaoli looked at his back, lost in thought.

“He looks so handsome holding a knife!” Yan Xiaoli walked over and hugged Pan Han from behind.

“What’s wrong? A new game?” Pan Han continued to focus on chopping vegetables.

“Nothing, I just wanted to hug you,” Yan Xiaoli pressed her breasts against his back, deliberately rubbing twice, and his “little grapes” immediately reacted.

“Are you still eating tonight? All these things are fattening.”

“Huh? Why did you make so much?” Yan Xiaoli saw several sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, and a lot of vegetables had been chopped.

“There’s someone else coming,” Pan Han put down the knife and turned to the living room to open the door.

“Who’s coming?” Yan Xiaoli looked bewildered.

Ellie had just reached the door when Pan Han opened it, and she paused in surprise.

Ellie was dressed very simply, shivering from the cold, and holding two large bags of food.

Pan Han quickly took the bags and ushered her inside.

“Why are you wearing so little?”

“Ouyang Cong told me to report back immediately, so I came back without preparing anything,” Ellie said, rubbing her hands.

“Go take a hot shower quickly, then we’ll have hot pot.”

“Yes, Boss!”

Yan Xiaoli came out of the kitchen and, seeing the two of them like this, looked incredulous.

“Ellie, why are you here?”