great-warnovel Chapter 181 Retreat
Chapter 181 Retreat
"Stop!! Everyone stop right now!! Do you hear me?! Whether you're in the front or back of the house, everyone put down whatever you're holding right now!!"
In the middle of the long street, inside the brightly lit "Extreme Flavor Space" restaurant, where everything exuded a high-end, cold light, the third brother was shouting rudely in the lobby:
"Pass on President Su's order!! All thirteen new chain stores in our old street... from this moment on, stop taking orders!! No matter how many reservations are still in the system, close the sales immediately."
"And another thing!! All those people throwing confetti, banging drums and gongs in the alley outside, take away all their confetti, sound equipment and loudspeakers on the spot!!"
Clean up all the scraps of paper on the ground! Don't leave a single plastic shell, nothing at all, so the wind won't blow them away and upset Mr. Su again! Get moving!
The third brother gritted his teeth as he issued the desperate order to retreat, slamming his fists down on the alloy cabinet with a series of loud thuds.
"For customers who bought black gold cards, canceled them, and haven't received their money back yet, we're refunding them all!! Transfer the money to their accounts immediately and get them out of here quickly!! Don't let them linger here gossiping and chattering!! Hurry up!! Where are the relocation team members?!"
As this long roar echoed incessantly on both sides of the street, the entire closed defensive line of the Su Group collapsed in an instant.
"Huh?! What's going on here?! How can capitalists change their tune faster than turning the pages of a book?!"
"I haven't even properly settled my 9.9 yuan bowl of matsutake chicken soup yet, and you're already stopping after less than two minutes?!"
Inside and outside the restaurant, dozens of bewildered diners stared in disbelief as the arrogant Su family waiters and black-clad salesmen, who had just been looking down on everyone, suddenly panicked and rushed to cancel their cards and get their money back, creating complete chaos.
Everyone was filled with doubts, subtle murmurs, and complaints of dissatisfaction.
But no one can stop the tide of capital.
Meanwhile, behind the gleaming alloy cutting board at Yihaodian.
Zhou Benchang's four well-behaved apprentices, all wearing tall white hats, watched as their master, dressed in a thin white shirt and drenched in sweat, burst into the kitchen, his old face a deep purple, gritting his teeth as he uttered the words "Return to the city."
Then he rushed out again.
The four young chefs, who were usually adored by thousands, were suddenly filled with a whirlwind of thoughts.
They stood frozen in front of the sweltering stove, holding all sorts of expensive ingredients, unsure of what to do next.
"Big...Senior Brother, what's going on? Did we hear wrong?"
The third apprentice still clutched a silver mesh strainer tightly in his hand, his voice trembling slightly as he stared blankly at the pot of matsutake mushroom broth, which was still bubbling and releasing a fragrant aroma.
"We... came all this way to this remote corner, weren't we supposed to be on the orders of the Su Group to have a big fight right here on the stove and teach that arrogant folk cook a lesson?"
"This business has only been going on for a few hours, how come the foreman went out to check things out, came back without even putting on an apron, and is telling us to pack up and run?"
The eldest apprentice shook his head strangely, then roughly ripped off his custom-made chef's uniform from his chest, growling:
"How would I know what Master is thinking?! I'm not a mind reader!!"
And then there's Su Ang, the eldest son of the Su family… I really don't understand these rich people, what's going on in their heads all day?! They've poured so much money into building this front, and they just abandon it like that, treating our Red Wall's name like a joke?!
Although the four apprentices were full of resentment and extremely frustrated, they dared not say another word or delay for even a second because of the prestige that their master Zhou Benchang had accumulated over the years. They could only quickly pack their luggage and slink away to prepare for their retreat.
At this time.
Zhou Benchang stood there blankly behind the bamboo curtain of Store No. 1, his cloudy eyes looking somewhat dazed through the alloy glass window, staring blankly at the gold-plated ribbons, alloy light boards, and huge neon signs that were being frantically and violently dismantled by the group of salesmen and extras in black suits.
Those things that originally symbolized privilege and capital were now torn to shreds and thrown on the ground like pieces of waste paper.
The fluorescent light cast his shadow in a highly distorted way on the greasy ground.
Zhou Benchang was filled with mixed feelings, unable to describe the embarrassment and frustration of being unable to back down.
"Just a few hours ago... I, Zhou, was so full of vigor and high spirits, but now I've lost face in front of my disciples."
Zhou Benchang couldn't help but laugh at himself, digging his hands into his trouser legs twice.
"But……"
Zhou Benchang unconsciously stirred his tongue slightly under both cheeks.
The lingering sweetness of the braised pork, even after so long, still stubbornly remains in my mouth.
Just imagining the delicious taste of that succulent pork belly, coated in caramelized sugar like the finest amber, melting in your mouth like tofu...
On Zhou Benchang's pale face, the awkward humiliation transformed in that instant into a strangely natural sense of relief.
"To lose to that person... really, there's absolutely nothing wrong with that."
Zhou Benchang muttered something under his breath.
He tilted his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with an indescribable awe and longing, as he gazed at the wooden door of "Human Fireworks" across the street, which was dozens of meters away.
At this moment, the aroma of braised pork with garlic in the old street was gradually dissipated by the air conditioning in the No. 1 store.
Instead, the most domineering aroma of "Long Street Red Pepper Stewed Loach" wafted through Zhou Benchang's nostrils once again.
Zhou Benchang stood frozen on the concrete floor, letting out a mournful cry in his heart:
"Just how damn delicious must this braised loach be?!"
"well……"
Just when Zhou Benchang was completely engrossed in a mental storm and couldn't extricate himself.
A rough, deep sigh echoed softly from one side of his shoulder.
Zhou Benchang suddenly turned his head.
The third brother, striding over, was staring blankly in the direction of Lao Liu's noodle shop, his mouth drooling as he frantically swallowed.
The third brother wiped the cold sweat from his old face, and with an extremely greedy look, he awkwardly sighed at Zhou Benchang:
"Master Zhou... please stop talking. My third brother and Boss Su have eaten at countless fancy restaurants in the south of the city, but just now, in Boss Su's Mercedes, we tasted that bowl of braised pork noodles... the flavor was just so damn delicious!!"