rpbooks Chapter 151 Desecrating will incur divine retribution.
Chapter 151 Desecrating will incur divine retribution.
The air was filled with the modern, high-end complex fragrances that Su Ang had built overnight, as well as various chain store-made fragrances, which had already filled every narrow alley corner.
The "sophisticated" feel created by modern fragrance blending techniques forms an exquisite net in the morning mist.
But then, an unreasonable smell wafted out from within the "human touch".
It was like a savage beast that had been lying dormant for a long time, suddenly lunging out of the crack in the wooden door and onto the street.
That intense, raw, yet incredibly alluring street-style vibe quickly stripped away and devoured the sophisticated, lifeless atmosphere of modern commerce that permeated the entire street.
The temperature in the air seemed to rise a few degrees from the smell.
The wind direction changed completely in that one second.
At this moment, many diners sitting in the lobby of Su Ang's meticulously crafted "Extreme Flavor Space," enjoying high-end leather chairs and smokeless iron stoves, suddenly stopped in their tracks, their Adam's apples bobbing uncontrollably.
The choices people make to satisfy their appetites are often free and irrational.
They came to the old street from Da Lao early this morning, initially out of curiosity about Su Ang and his large group, and also to try the free-range chicken hot pot that was so cheap it was practically charity.
Everyone wants to try something new and get a good deal.
When faced with truly top-notch flavors, all curiosity must take a backseat.
But when that unique and domineering fragrance forcefully entered their nasal cavity, many people, whose minds had been clouded by the promise of "wild shareholders and high dividends," suddenly and violently sobered up.
They sniffed, looked at the chain hot pot in front of them with its evenly white broth and a regular but somewhat bland taste, and suddenly felt a dryness on their tongues.
"Slurp... This hot pot for 9.9 yuan is indeed cheap, and the taste is not bad, but I think it's about the same as what I usually eat in chain stores in shopping malls. It's not particularly amazing."
"Yes, we traveled across most of the south of the city early this morning to come to this remote old street, not to eat food from an industrial assembly line."
"The money is ours, and so are our stomachs! Let's go try Boss Chen's new dishes today!"
The pursuit of ultimate culinary satisfaction is a desire shared by every diner.
Although Su Ang's online army had formed a massive online presence, the words became powerless symbols the moment this atmosphere emerged.
Soon, under the anxious gaze of the black-clad salesman, a number of people began to appear, wiping their mouths, dropping their cards, and walking out.
The dam built by capital was instantly breached, creating a huge gap.
Meanwhile, at this moment, at a square table by the window in "Human Fireworks".
Gao Zhiqiang was enjoying the red pepper loach in front of him.
The tender loach meat melted on his tongue, with a hot and sweet aftertaste and a hint of spiciness from the purple garlic, continuously flowing into his stomach. However, Gao Zhiqiang was somewhat absent-minded while eating today, and his chewing movements were a bit stiff.
His gaze kept drifting uncontrollably towards the halo of spotlights outside the glass window, and a hint of indelible disappointment and self-mockery lingered in his rough eyes.
Gao Zhiqiang was somewhat irritated as he squeezed through the crowd of black-clad salesmen lining the long street, surrounded by a cacophony of "recharge, dividends, and dimensional reduction attack" slogans.
As he casually passed by the huge floor-to-ceiling window of the restaurant next door called "Extreme Flavor Space," his gaze suddenly swept inside.
With just that one glance, Gao Zhiqiang felt as if something had stabbed his heart, leaving him deeply shocked.
Inside the spotless, high-class French windows, a familiar figure sat in the most conspicuous spot.
The man was clutching the gold-embossed black and gold membership card tightly in his hand, with a large bowl of braised pork noodles that Su Ang had smashed in front of him. He was eating it without any regard for his image, his mouth dripping with oil and his face beaming with smiles.
The creases at the corners of his eyes were tightly squeezed together with excitement.
That person was Kobayashi.
A few days ago, Gao Zhiqiang and Xiao Lin met at the entrance of this dilapidated alley every morning because they were so attracted by Chen Feng's skills.
Because of their similar picky eating habits and their almost divine reverence for Chen Feng's superb skills, the two young people, who shared common interests, became fast friends.
They've really had a special connection these past few days.
Not only did they share every meal at one table, but even the other night after work, the two rough-looking men were under the plastic awning of Old Liu's noodle shop, eating two bottles of cheap local beer, patting their chests and shouting loudly:
[In this area south of the city, we'll be eating the food of the common people for the rest of our lives! Anyone who secretly changes their mind and goes to another family is a lowly, despicable dog!!]
The boastful words he uttered the night before last, soaked in rice wine and sweat, still feel hot and fresh on Gao Zhiqiang's spine.
But in the blink of an eye, early this morning, Su Ang brought a huge wave of capital worth tens of millions, which turned out to be nothing more than bait and a gimmick of recharge dividends.
Faced with such enormous profits, Xiaolin didn't hesitate for a second. He turned around and crawled into the "mouse trap" set up by the capitalists, and he was still laughing so happily.
Gao Zhiqiang chuckled self-deprecatingly and slowly put down the wooden chopsticks in his hand.
He felt a mix of emotions. He took out his phone, opened WeChat, and looked at Xiaolin's profile picture, which she had taken two days ago with the background of "Human Fireworks Large Blue and White Porcelain Bowl." He found the picture extremely jarring.
In this fast-paced era, it's rare to find a truly confidant dining buddy. In the end, it turns out that even the time for a dim sum meal can't withstand the temptation of money.
Gao Zhiqiang wouldn't go so far as to curse the other party, after all, the money was Xiao Lin's own, and where he ate and what he ate was his own freedom, which he had no right to interfere with.
But that slight resentment, stung by the feeling of fickleness and betrayal, was like a tiny fishbone stuck in my throat, impossible to spit out or swallow.
"Zhiqiang, why did you stop eating? Brother Chen has really mastered the art of kung fu to the bone; even his bones are soft! Hurry up and eat a couple more bites of rice!!"
The girl next to her, Yuanyuan, was covered in glistening beads of sweat from the spiciness, and her lips were slightly red.
She slapped the sleeve of her plaid shirt hard against her forehead, panting heavily as she urged him on indistinctly, while her wooden chopsticks continued to put food into Lin Xiaoyu's bowl.
Lin Xiaoyu, who had been quietly enjoying her food, suddenly became anxious. She tightly protected her plate, glared at Yuanyuan, and snapped at her impatiently:
"Yuanyuan! You can say whatever you want, but why are you taking my loach?! This plate isn't even enough for me. If you want more, go ask Brother Chen for another plate. Don't try to steal food from me!"
"Oh dear, it's always better to be quick and efficient..." Yuanyuan stuck out her tongue, realizing that she couldn't "ambush" them anymore, and began to focus on "her own loach".
"Eat, of course we'll eat. It would be a sin to ruin Brother Chen's cooking."
Looking at the cheerful and playful scene before him, Gao Zhiqiang felt a little less gloomy. He smiled helplessly and was just about to put his phone back into his camouflage pants pocket.
Just then, the wooden door was suddenly pushed open a crack.
A head, looking rather sneaky, peeked in through the crack in the door.