In the end, Zhang Da's achievement progress stopped at 29/30.

After receiving the transferred 40,000 yuan, Han Lichao said excitedly:

"Mr. Zhang, thank you!"

"You're welcome, you deserve this." Zhang Da said with a smile, "If you know other friends who can cook unpopular foreign dishes, you might as well introduce them to me. I won't let you do it in vain."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang." Han Lichao said, "However, my gratitude to you goes beyond money."

"When I was young, I dreamed of becoming a chef, and I went to New Western School for further study."

"Unfortunately, as luck would have it, I couldn't find a job at all after graduation, so I had to change my career to become a tour guide."

"Originally, I thought I had forgotten my dream. But today, watching you finish the food I cooked and seeing your satisfied smile reminded me of my childhood dream again."

"I'm going to study South American cuisine and open a restaurant."

'this...'

Zhang Da started to panic.

He really wanted to tell Han Lichao that the dishes he cooked were really ordinary and even a bit unpalatable.

If I open a restaurant, I'm afraid I'll lose all my money.

But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them out.

After all, this is a middle-aged man's dream.

After thinking about it, Zhang Da said tactfully:

"Mr. Han, dreams are valuable, but food, rice, oil and salt are more important."

"In my opinion, it's better to regard cooking as a hobby."

"is that so?"

Han Lichao seemed to understand what Zhang Da meant.

He paused and bowed to Zhang Da again: "Thank you, then I will take my leave."

Zhang Da stepped forward and shook hands with him: "Thank you, I have been able to experience the customs of South America today."

After leaving the kitchen, Han Lichao let out a long breath.

Then, he picked up the phone.

"Hey, wife! I worked for a big boss today and earned 40,000 yuan!"

"Illegal behavior? No, it's absolutely legal. Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Zhang is a good man."

"...Honey, do you think my cooking tastes good?"

"Really? That's great, thank you."

After Han Lichao left, Gu Hao sighed in the kitchen:

"Oh, chasing dreams is not easy."

Zhang Da agreed: "Yes."

"Hey, Mr. Zhang, let's talk for fun." Gu Hao suddenly laughed, "Do you have any dreams now?"

"Me? Not yet." Zhang Da thought hard, "But, I had a dream when I was a child."

Gu Hao asked: "Really? What were your dreams when you were a child?"

"When I was a kid, I thought instant noodles were delicious, but my parents didn't think they were nutritious and wouldn't let me eat more."

Zhang Da recalled, "So, I had a dream. I dreamed of being the deputy general manager of a company when I grew up, and then eating instant noodles every day."

Gu Hao joked: "Haha, Mr. Zhang, I understand that you loved instant noodles when you were a child, but why do you want to be the deputy general manager?"

"To be honest, I can't remember clearly." Zhang Da thought for a while and said half-jokingly,

"Maybe I often wrote essays about dreams in elementary school? Everyone wants to be a general manager. I think the competition is too fierce, so I settle for the next best thing."

"You have such a good attitude!" Gu Hao suddenly said seriously, "But I think the so-called 'giving up' means that only by giving up can you gain something."

"Perhaps it is because of your 'willingness' to settle for the next best thing that you are successful today."

Zhang Da: "..."

"Hahahaha, Mr. Gu is so impressed, so impressed!"

...

After the friendly exchange, Zhang Da drove back home.

He found Zhang Jun playing the ball in the yard.

Zhang Jun put down the football, put on his coat and leaned on the lounge chair beside the small court: "Son? What's going on?"

Zhang Da smiled and said: "Dad, isn't it your birthday soon? I don't know what gift to give you, so I might as well ask you directly."

Zhang Jun’s birthday is March 16th.

"That's it."

Zhang Jun raised his head and glanced around.

Seeing that there was no figure of Yang Jinping in the yard, he said with confidence:

"Er, I have worked for this family for so many years, do you think..."

"Okay, Dad, I understand!" Zhang Da said without hesitation, "Do you think 430 is enough?"

"It's almost meaningless, I have to add some points." Zhang Jun shook his head, "What do you think of 812?"

"No problem, as long as you like it. Find a perfect match?"

"Well, get one!"

After the two reached an agreement, Zhang Da immediately called the 4S store.

"Hello, is the Ferrari 812 in stock?"

"Sorry, sir, we don't have one at the moment." On the other end of the phone, the employee at the 4S store said, "But you can make an appointment for one, but it may take more than half a year."

Zhang Da hung up the phone hesitantly: "Uh, thank you. I'll ask you again. I'll call you if I need anything."

Why does it take longer to buy a Ferrari than a Rolls-Royce?

Zhang Jun looked at Zhang Da's expression and asked, "What, is the car shop out of stock?"

"Yes, they said it would take more than half a year." Zhang Da thought for a moment and said, "Dad, I'll ask someone else."

"Okay, I'm not in a hurry." Zhang Jun said cheerfully, "If you really have to wait half a year, you might as well buy a Ghost and drive."

"Well, let me ask first."

Zhang Da nodded and called Chen Bing again.

Chen Bing, who was running on the court, soon heard his secretary's call.

"President, Mr. Zhang Da's phone number!"

"I'm coming!"

Chen Bing trotted to the sidelines, drank some mineral water to clear his throat, and then answered the phone.

"Mr. Zhang Da, good afternoon!"

"Brother Bing, good afternoon." Zhang Da looked at the sunset and said, "I have something to ask you for help."

Chen Bing said: "Please tell me, we will try our best!"

"I want to buy a Ferrari 812, can you find a way?"

"Wait a moment, I'll ask first." Chen Bing said thoughtfully, "I'll give you a reply within half an hour!"

"Okay, then I'll wait for the good news from Brother Bing."

Hearing what Chen Bing said, Zhang Da felt that this matter should be stable.

Sure enough, just 10 minutes later, Zhang Da's phone rang.

On the phone, Chen Bing said happily: "Mr. Zhang Da, the 17 models of 812 are currently in stock! The colors are red and black, what do you think?"

"Let's go for the black one. I'll choose the top one." Zhang Da said, "Please send me the specific price when the time comes."

"Got it, black top." Chen Bing said cheerfully, "The quotation will be sent to you shortly. Do you want to find a better one to take pictures with?"

"Okay, thank you Brother Bing!"

Chen Bing said half seriously and half jokingly:

"Don't be polite. I couldn't help you when I went back to the racecourse. I'm feeling guilty."

Zhang Da smiled and said: "Brother Bing, you are too polite. Let's have dinner together some other time."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Bing nodded with satisfaction.

He didn't take the chance last time.
Chapter completed!