great-warnovel Chapter 158 The real showdown begins
Chapter 158 The real showdown begins
As the awkward atmosphere lingered, the aroma of red pepper loach wafting from the "human touch" grew stronger.
It was like a series of invisible slaps, striking Su Ang's meticulously constructed business network and also slapping the face of the eldest son of the Su family.
"President Su... how about we postpone the progress today and think of another solution when we get back?"
The third brother covered his mouth tightly, and only dared to put his hand down after a long while.
He looked at Su Ang's angry, distorted, handsome face, his eyes filled with fear of the unknown situation.
"Postpone? You think I lost to him?"
That's hilarious! Do you think I, Su Ang, would admit defeat?
The word "admit defeat" doesn't exist in my dictionary!
Su Ang suddenly turned his head, the frenzied bloodshot in his eyes hardening into a fierce determination.
He reached out and roughly ripped off his tight silk tie, throwing it violently to the ground.
"Chen Feng just happened to use some unorthodox remedies, which just happened to whet the appetites of these peasants."
Since commercial blockades are ineffective, I will use his proudest skill to suppress him once again!
Bring me the backup plan!
Backup plan!!
Upon hearing these words, the third brother straightened his back abruptly.
Originally, Su Ang thought that by using "super bait" and digital private domain locks with thirteen chain stores, he would be able to trap that shabby hole-in-the-wall restaurant to death at the bottom of the long street.
But the skills he learned in the business world over the years still didn't play a decisive role.
However, through the reactions of those diners, he realized that he had overlooked the ordinary people's obsession with "authentic taste".
The situation is out of control, and he can only use his last trump card—his pure culinary skill—to deliver an absolute, overwhelming blow!
"President Su, Chef Zhou... Chef Zhou is already waiting in the back."
The third brother hurriedly pulled up the walkie-talkie and shouted excitedly:
"Security Department!! Release all two hundred of those 'Atmosphere Team' members who were just transferred here!! Surround the entrance of 'Extreme Flavor Space' store number one!!"
In just five minutes, a series of extremely orderly and impressive footsteps suddenly came from the western entrance of the old street.
More than two hundred people dressed in uniform and holding beautifully designed leaflets and banners formed a massive "extras" that quickly created a barrier in the middle of the long street, like an iron torrent.
They all strained their necks, shouting at the top of their lungs:
"Welcome Mr. Zhou Benchang, the foremost master chef in the south of the city and a national banquet-level grand master, to personally take charge of the stoves in the old street!!"
"Benefiting the South of the City!! The ultimate taste of state banquets is born today in the old street!!"
This sudden, grand spectacle, coupled with the extras who had been arranged in advance to create a lively atmosphere, forcibly drew back the casual customers who were originally about to head to Lao Liu's Noodle Shop and "Human Fireworks," making them stop and watch.
Inside that row of cold, high-end alloy floor-to-ceiling windows.
A middle-aged man, around forty or fifty years old, stood up straight, looking both proper and extremely aloof.
Zhou Benchang.
In the catering industry of southern Chengnan and even the entire southern China, this name carries the weight of a mountain.
He was a master chef who had worked in the state banquet kitchen in Beijing for eight years. Now that he has returned to the south of the city, he is an old master that all the super five-star restaurants and top private clubs would be eager to recruit.
He wore a snow-white, perfectly wrinkle-free custom-made chef's uniform, and the row of golden medals on his chest gleamed dazzlingly under the cold spotlights.
The middle-aged man's prosperous face carried an air of arrogance that could only be cultivated from a long-term high position and the adulation of thousands.
"Master Zhou, today's deal depends entirely on your exceptional skills."
Facing Chef Zhou, Su Ang dared not be presumptuous.
He opened the car door and strode into the lobby, stepping through the mud.
Although his face was still somewhat pale, when facing this star performer who had been hired at great expense, his words still carried a degree of absolute confidence in his abilities.
"Don't worry, Mr. Su."
Zhou Benchang casually lifted his eyelids, and with his right hand, covered in rough calluses, meticulously adjusted the tall chef's hat on his head.
His somewhat arrogant middle-aged voice, spoken at a measured pace, sounded exceptionally clear in the brightly lit shop:
"When I, Zhou, was serving those big shots inside the red walls of the capital, these peasants running fly restaurants outside probably hadn't even been exposed to what authentic seasoning was."
Last night, my third brother mentioned that the owner of that run-down shop next door is named... something like Chen Feng.
When Zhou Benchang mentioned this name, a disdainful, arrogant smile curled upwards at the corners of his mouth.
During his time in Beijing, he had indeed heard of a prodigy named "Chen Feng" from archives and from the mouths of some senior officials.
He was a legendary figure who could overturn the state banquet stove with one hand, leaving countless national leaders in awe.
But based solely on a name that was identical to his own, Zhou Benchang simply couldn't believe that the powerful figure who held absolute power in the capital would abandon his promising future to run a run-down, low-class restaurant in this remote old street in the south of the city, serving stir-fries to a group of migrant workers and college students every day!
What's he after? Isn't this ridiculous?
This is absolutely ridiculous!
"There are at least 80,000 to 100,000 people in all of China named Chen Feng."
Zhou Benchang picked up a custom-made handmade knife with one hand and struck it on the alloy cutting board with a crisp, sharp clang.
He held his head high, his arrogant eyes fixed on the small wooden door not far away, sneering repeatedly.
"Does a country bumpkin cook who relies on crude and unorthodox recipes to stimulate the appetites of the poor deserve to use this name?!"
Mr. Su, please watch carefully from behind.
Today, I'm going to use the most authentic state banquet cooking techniques to show these peasants on this street what heavenly elixirs are and what earthly mud is!
Zhou Benchang slammed the broadsword down on the chopping board, his arrogant face displaying an air of disdain for everything else.
Seeing the confidence of this master of state banquets, Su Ang's heart, which had been restless because of Ah Hao and the others' "betrayal," finally settled back into the deepest part of his chest in that instant.
He turned his head, looking at the crowd outside the window, drawn back by the extras and the prestige of the state banquet. A morbid madness flashed in his dark eyes behind his glasses:
"Chen Feng... since you've managed to break free from the dimensional reduction attack in business."
Now, I will have this authentic master of state banquets grind all your pride and arrogance into powder, inch by inch, according to the supreme principles of culinary art!
"We... are only just beginning our real battle!!"