great-warnovel Chapter 179 Telephone
Chapter 179 Telephone
Inside the carriage, Su Ang held an expensive cigar in one hand, and behind his glasses, his narrow black eyes gradually transformed from arrogance into cold, calculating cunning.
He quickly reviewed every detail of this morning from beginning to end in his mind.
From the salespeople's massive digital customer acquisition efforts to the enthusiastic atmosphere created by over two hundred people in the atmosphere-building team, and then to Ah Hao and his group, the million-dollar food vloggers who were lured away by Chen Feng's stewed loach and disguised themselves to have their stomachs pumped...
One by one, these incidents transformed into a series of bloody failures in Su Ang's mind.
He had to admit that Chen Feng, the cook, was a freak who defied the logic of his time.
Since the thirteen chain giant screens and private domain customer locking strategy that have been built with tens of millions of yuan, along with the appearance of Master Zhou Benchang, the master of the Red Wall who was invited by the old man with the help of his father, have all been defeated so thoroughly and utterly by Chen Fengye's wild prescriptions, and have not even been able to shake the slightest bit of the old man's common folk charm...
So, based on his usual business logic, before finding a loophole that could deliver a fatal blow...
Continuing to waste energy and resources on this deadlock with a chef will only cause unnecessary financial losses to the Su Group and create a worse image on social media. Strategically, it makes absolutely no sense.
This isn't resilience; this is the most foolish, incompetent rage.
"If you lose, you have to accept it. The business world is like a battlefield; losing one move doesn't mean you've lost everything. When you get back, you have to keep learning and adjusting."
At this moment, the third brother, who had been as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, was also called back by Su Ang.
The third brother, with a stooped posture, awkwardly opened the car door, barely daring to breathe, for fear of incurring the wrath of the young master.
Su Ang gently twisted the cigar into the ashtray, the clear sound now devoid of its previous hysteria, completely calm and undisturbed.
"Third Brother!! Pass on my order!! All the extras and atmosphere crew in the old street... temporarily withdraw from the old street!! We admit defeat here today, call it a day!!"
"Yes, yes!! Mr. Su is brilliant!! I'll immediately notify the public relations and planning departments to evacuate their staff!!"
The third brother, wiping away cold sweat, hurriedly responded.
But this could happen right before leaving, before issuing this final order to withdraw.
Su Ang lowered his head somewhat awkwardly, and slowly pulled a custom-made pure black mobile phone out of his pocket with his fair right hand.
His long, narrow fingers slid slowly down the screen for a long time.
Finally, his gaze fixed on a name that he hadn't called in over half a year.
Su Chen.
Su Ang sneered, a smug and crazy look instantly spreading across his face.
He is Su Ang. He is the undefeated, highly regarded young master Su, the center of attention in the elite circles of the entire southern city!
Even if he lost miserably in this stinking ditch, barely even touching someone's face, he would absolutely, positively not slink away like a rat in the street, utterly dejected and silent, in the early morning!
He wanted to address that man, that living hearth god, and his own brother who had grown too powerful...
He delivered his final declaration before leaving!
……
Meanwhile, in front of the kitchen sink, where "human touch" was dimly lit but filled with the lingering aroma of garlic and chili oil, was a scene of bustling activity.
"Hahaha!!"
"Mengmeng, don't sew your bunny ears onto its butt!! The little bunny won't be able to walk later and might come crying to you!!"
Su Chen was quickly washing the last two large white porcelain bowls when he relaxed and happily chatted with Mengmeng and Xingruo, who were squatting on a small wooden stool.
The shop was filled with warm, cheerful laughter.
"Buzz—!! Buzz—!! Buzz—!!"
However, the day did not fulfill everyone's wish.
A sudden, unreasonable cell phone ringtone exploded shrilly in Su Chen's pocket with a loud bang.
"Huh? Who would call me at this hour?"
Su Chen muttered to himself in confusion, his right hand, covered in white soap suds, hastily wiping it a couple of times on his old apron before reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone.
But when he looked closely...
Su Chen froze again, the cheerful smile on his fair face momentarily frozen.
He was starting to feel overwhelmed.
On the screen, two glaring characters flashed: [Su Ang].
"No way..."
Su Chen raised his left hand and rubbed his throbbing temples hard. His temples throbbed, and he felt an indescribable headache.
He had just provoked Su Ang outside the door not long ago, although he had long expected that, given the young master's strong-willed nature, he would recover quickly.
But he never dreamed... that it would be this fast?!
Only half an hour has passed!
As expected of the most arrogant and toughest guy in the entire South City business community, the speed at which he recovers after setbacks is truly a terrifying sense of oppression.
Despite how terrifying it was, Su Chen had no choice but to accept the challenge.
But why would this troublesome madman suddenly call at this time... what does he want?!
Could it be that they're going to call again and issue even more brutal challenges?!
The thought of what might be an even worse accident and a deadly trap on the long street made Su Chen's brows furrow tightly, and his face turned grim.
Chen Feng, who was resting on a black iron wooden chair to the side, noticed Su Chen's tense and wary expression. He calmly glanced over and slowly asked:
"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
Su Chen sighed nervously, said nothing, and awkwardly turned the screen around, displaying it directly to Chen Feng and Xing Ruo, who was leaning over.
Upon seeing the two words on the screen, a look of understanding flashed in Chen Feng's eyes.
He knew perfectly well why Su Chen was so troubled, and he understood even more why Su Chen's eyes held a hint of resistance, and why he seemed so awkward and guilty, as if he absolutely didn't want to answer the phone.
"Take it."
Chen Feng tugged at his apron with one hand, his weathered and composed face remaining completely expressionless. He simply patted Su Chen's shoulder with a calm and collected demeanor, speaking slowly and deliberately:
"Don't worry about anything. Since you have a hand, just connect. Brother Chen is here."
"Okay... alright."
With Chen Feng's words dangling in his throat, Su Chen gritted his teeth, his thumb trembling as he slid across the answer button and pressed the speakerphone. Then, steeling himself, he gently placed the phone on the marble island next to the sink.
"Feed..."