APTnovel Chapter 171 The Living Kitchen God
Chapter 171 The Living Kitchen God
The air conditioning in the carriage was blowing hard, but Zhou Benchang's white shirt was already soaked with cold sweat and stuck to his skin.
Looking at the once aloof and arrogant young master Su, he was now slumped in his chair like a lost dog.
Zhou Benchang's cloudy eyes narrowed slightly. The conjecture that he had initially thought was extremely absurd and unbelievable took root in his mind like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
He was a shrewd old fox who had lived a long and arduous life, and at that moment, his mind cleared up completely.
Something's not right. This whole thing has been incredibly strange from the very beginning!
What kind of scale does the Su Group have in the south of the city?
He has connections and influence, and his assets exceed 100 million!
If Su Ang, a business elite who graduated from a prestigious university, really wanted to destroy a small, unassuming restaurant in the old street, he wouldn't be so ruthless.
Given the capitalists' shady and unscrupulous nature, they can easily find a pretext to use some underhanded tactics—today they'll have the fire department put up a seal, tomorrow they'll have the industry and commerce bureau inspect the sanitation, or they might even tamper with the garbage bins across the street. Any one of these methods could drive a powerless and poor cook out of business and force him to close down!
If an elephant is simply walking forward and happens to dislike an ant, it can simply stomp on it. Why would it go to the trouble of mobilizing tens of millions of dollars, setting up a blockade of thirteen chain stores, and even having cross-industry alliances and private traffic channels urgently bring in this "mastermind" to carry out some kind of dimensional reduction attack?!
unless……
This "ant" lying in the stinking ditch of the old street is not some easy prey to crush, but a damn ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex with ant skin and fangs!!
"He, Chen Feng... definitely has an extraordinary, powerful background!!"
Zhou Benchang let out a low growl of terror in his heart, his right hand awkwardly digging into his trouser leg.
At this moment, Su Ang, slumped in the CEO's chair, was indeed a ruthless character with the Su family's strong-willed blood flowing through his veins.
After a brief moment of frustration and disorientation, he bit his tongue hard, and the intense pain gradually restored the coldness to his narrow, bloodshot black eyes.
He did not admit defeat, and he absolutely could not admit defeat!
Su Ang interlaced his fingers and rested them on his chin. Behind his glasses, countless business models, public relations tactics, and even marginal methods that he had previously disdained to use surged wildly in his mind like a carousel.
But after racking his brains and going through all the business rules he had learned in his life three times over, he found, somewhat desperately—
Faced with pure culinary skill and the increasingly out-of-control public opinion online.
Any legitimate and legitimate commercial blacklisting tactics are like paper in the face of Chen Feng's skills; they simply cannot force the other party to their death.
The carriage was plunged into an extremely oppressive and suffocating dead end.
Just as Su Ang's thoughts were churning wildly and his temples were about to explode, at that delicate juncture...
Zhou Benchang, who had been sitting awkwardly to one side for a long time, finally couldn't suppress his middle-aged heart, which was about to burst with curiosity and fear.
He cautiously shifted his position forward, his rough, middle-aged voice lowered and somewhat hesitant as he spoke:
"President Su... Now that things have come to this, I, Zhou, have completely lost face on this old street this morning."
I have something I don't know how to say, but keeping it to myself is really going to make me sick.
Do you...do you even know who Chen Feng is from that hole-in-the-wall restaurant next door?
Do you really have any reliable information about his background?!
As soon as he finished speaking, the third brother outside the door turned his head sharply, his bloodshot eyes fixed on him.
Su Ang's crossed, pale fingers paused abruptly for a second.
He glanced coldly along the edge of his gold-rimmed glasses, his venomous, steel-knife-like gaze suddenly piercing Zhou Benchang's plump old face, which was covered in cold sweat.
This sight made the expert on the red walls shrink back, not daring to even breathe loudly anymore.
An eerie silence filled the carriage for a full half minute.
Finally, as if he had exhaled a clod of foul air from his chest, Su Ang slumped down again, feeling utterly powerless.
Things have come to this point, and even Zhou Benchang has broken down across the internet. Keeping these details a secret any longer would only make him look incompetent, and would bring him no real benefit whatsoever.
"The specific details... I don't really have a clear understanding of the eyeliner itself."
Su Ang slammed his hand on the steering wheel in frustration. His clear voice was now dry and devoid of any emotion, and he managed to utter a few words in a hoarse voice:
All I know is that the man... suddenly came out of the capital not long ago.
I have no idea which important figures he cooked for in the capital, or whose files were blocked by him. All I can say is that whoever touches him will die!
The only thing I know is that his master's surname is Guo...
country?!
Upon hearing this surname, Zhou Benchang's entire obese body stiffened abruptly, and his pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints in an instant.
At the very top of China's catering industry, there's something that can be locked away by the official archives of the imperial court, yet retain only the word "national" as its sole backing...
Who else could it be but that "patriarch of state banquets" who retired decades ago?!
However, before Zhou Benchang could recover from this initial blow, Su Ang's next sentence was like a sharpened guillotine, ruthlessly pulverizing the last remaining hope of the three people in the carriage:
"As far as I know, he also has a legitimate fellow disciple... named Song Ming."
When Su Ang mentioned this name, a sinister glint flashed in his dark eyes behind his glasses:
"Just yesterday morning, this Song Ming flew straight from the capital, disrupted my food supply blockade, and ruined my great plan!!"
Otherwise… Chen Feng's run-down, hole-in-the-wall restaurant would have been closed yesterday because it ran out of ingredients!!
"Song...Song-Ming?!"
Sitting opposite Zhou Benchang, upon hearing these two names that were as heavy as mountains in the Chinese catering industry, he felt as if his bones had been removed, his face turning pale as he froze completely in his CEO chair.
The master's surname is Guo, and the junior apprentice is Song Ming.
And that man himself... was an unparalleled figure who could make Su Chen, the second young master of the Su family, willingly take off his suit and work as a waiter in a stinky ditch.
Zhou Benchang closed his big eyes in despair. The takeout box in his hand, stained with braised pork sauce, felt as heavy as a piece of red-hot iron at that moment.
His lips trembled, and he let out a mournful, almost desperate cry in his heart:
"Young Master Su... you haven't just offended a migrant worker cook, you've practically brought the most unreasonable living Kitchen God to your doorstep in the south of the city!!"