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... you make with those second-class chefs? People who come here have all eaten in five-star hotels. Judgment, compared with the dishes in our Tian Guang Hotel, all the dishes in your hotel are rubbish."

"At that time, the Baiyun Hotel will mess up the banquet, and it will not be far from bankruptcy."

Meng Xingchang's face was full of mockery.

"Of course, if Manager Bai has nowhere to go, Meng can also accept you."

Meng Xingchang looked at Bai Yunling's protruding figure ...

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