dognovel Chapter 134 How did this little cook manage to alarm those people over there?
Chapter 134 How did this little cook manage to alarm those people over there?
Once noon had passed, Lin Muyuan's tweet, which was originally just a sentiment about "food cleansing the soul," exploded across the entire internet like stepping into a powder keg, thanks to the algorithm's frenzied push.
@林牧远V: "In a small shop called 'Human Fireworks' on the old street, I witnessed the purest form of redemption."
Here, there's no coldness of a five-star hotel, only a pot of braised beef brisket with potatoes that can bring a mother on the verge of nausea back to life.
This is also a haven for a certain "second young master" who gave up his vast fortune and was willing to wash dishes and wipe tables here.
When refinement becomes a shackle, perhaps only the mundane realities of life can give us a sense of grounding.
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Originally, this was just a heartwarming food review, but it went wrong with the last two sentences and the seemingly unintentional but actually information-packed picture.
In the picture, Su Chen is deftly pouring tea for a guest with his sleeves rolled up. Although his forehead is covered in sweat, his eyes are bright and his lips are adorned with a genuine smile.
And on his chest, the leaf pendant was dangling out.
"Wait, that profile... isn't that Su Chen, the second young master of the Su Group, who was featured in the financial news last week?!"
A financial blogger with a verified black V account dropped the first bombshell in the comments section, casually posting a photo of Su Chen in a suit at the Su Group's quarterly press conference.
The comparison between the two photos instantly caused a stir online.
"Holy crap! A rich heir abandoned by his family is working as a waiter in an old street under an assumed name?! Is this a reality from a web novel?!"
"Judging from the blogger's words, this was clearly forced out, not voluntary. 'Exquisite becomes shackles,' tsk tsk, those who know, know."
"Did you notice that this morning all the high-quality pork at the Chengnan Fresh Market was inexplicably packed up and taken away from the old street?"
As a result, someone saw a refrigerated truck delivering goods directly to the store's doorstep at noon! If there wasn't some drama of a powerful family blocking the deal or a big shot breaking the deadlock, I'd eat my keyboard!
Immediately afterwards, a flood of rumors, both true and false, began to circulate.
[Insider's revelation]: I heard that Young Master Su Chen gave all the commission from that multi-million dollar project in the North District to his subordinates, leaving himself with nothing.
Su Ang, the eldest son of the Su family, could never tolerate him and ostracized him at every turn within the group. He even had someone cut off the food supply chain when the other man was washing dishes in the old street.
As a result, they accidentally kicked a hornet's nest, attracting the personal intervention of top tycoons in Beijing to protect them!
[Anonymous Financial Insider]: The Su Group has been unstable for a long time.
Su Ang is in a hurry to carry out overseas mergers and acquisitions, but his cash flow seems to be a bit tight. Now he has also been involved in scandals such as forcing his younger brother to leave and suppressing small shops run by ordinary people.
Who would dare to cooperate with a company with this kind of corporate culture?
In a short time, the three topics #Su's Group Internal Strife#, #Second Young Master of a Wealthy Family Washes Dishes in the Old Street#, and #Humanistic Beef Brisket Rice# immediately surged into the top five of the local hot search list.
Within an hour, the comment section of the Su Group's official account was completely flooded with tens of thousands of sarcastic comments such as "Did Su Ang eat beef brisket today?" and "Please stop the vicious competition against the Old Street Restaurant."
In the public relations department office, which is responsible for monitoring public opinion, the phone was ringing non-stop, as jarring as a pot of boiling water that couldn't be turned off.
The constant red alerts popping up on the screen made the PR manager break out in a cold sweat, soaking the back of his shirt.
Outside the core conference room on the top floor of the Su Group, the air was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the clamor on the internet.
The "third brother" was clutching several newly printed online public opinion reports tightly in his hands, pacing back and forth.
His suit was a little wrinkled, sweat dripped down his temples, and his leather shoes walked silently down the corridor, yet their hurried pace was unsettling.
"Click".
The heavy mahogany door to the conference room finally slid open slowly. Several exhausted overseas investment bank representatives filed out, still arguing quietly in English.
The third brother didn't even bother to greet these people. Through the gaps in the crowd, he immediately spotted Su Ang, who was sitting in the main seat with a face so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water.
Su Ang was holding a fountain pen in his hand, unconsciously poking at the table.
On that usually proud and refined face, veins were now faintly bulging near the temples.
"President Su Ang." The third brother slipped into the conference room, closed the door behind him, and walked quickly to the table.
Su Ang didn't even look up, but coldly uttered a single word: "Speak."
"Two pieces of bad news." The third brother swallowed hard, his voice a little weak. "First, our control over the ingredients for 'Human Fireworks'... has been broken."
Su Ang's hand holding the pen suddenly stopped, and the pen tip drew a glaring black ink mark on the A4 paper.
He raised his head, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes hidden behind his gold-rimmed glasses:
"It's broken open? Didn't I tell you to contact the owner of the South City Fresh Food Cold Storage? In South City, who dares to disregard the Su Group and secretly supply that Dead Man's Restaurant?"
"It's Boss Liu from the south of the city." The third brother lowered his body even further, his voice tinged with fear.
"He unloaded the best goods directly at the old street entrance. As soon as I received the news, I immediately went to warn Mr. Liu, the owner of the cold storage, and asked him if he wanted to pack up and leave in the south of the city."
"What did he say?" Su Ang's voice was as cold as ice.
"Old Liu was so scared he was paralyzed. He knelt on the ground and bowed to me." The third brother wiped the sweat from his face and shook his head in despair.
"He said... he said it really wasn't his fault. This morning, there was a phone call directly from Beijing, connected to the big boss's private office."
Old Liu said that it was a connection that went directly inside the palace walls. The other party only said eight words: "State banquet ingredients, whoever touches them dies."
"Snapped!"
Su Ang slammed the Montblanc pen in his hand onto the marble tabletop, deforming the nib.
"The State Banquet Hall? Chen Feng?" Su Ang gritted his teeth, his facial muscles twitching slightly. "How could a small-time cook from an old street possibly alarm someone from a place like that..."
"That's not all, Mr. Su Ang, take a look at this." The third brother pushed over a stack of public opinion reports with a trembling hand, pointing to the data on them.
"Now, I don't know who's behind it all, but Lin Muyuan's tweets have gone viral online."
Netizens have "inadvertently" uncovered the internal structure of our Su Group, and even the progress of the overseas mergers and acquisitions you are in charge of.
Now, online opinion has completely sided with Su Chen, saying that you are narrow-minded and suppress your own brother, making it difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.
The public relations department is at its wits' end, and the chairman's office just called to inquire about it...