Arguing with capital is a futile exercise; capital doesn’t listen to reason.
Qian Song had no interest in listening to any whining. One of his star talents had gotten into trouble. Losing money was a minor issue, but the incident had blown up into a scandal, and Qian Duoduo had even personally chewed him out for it, leaving him furious.
He took his anger out on Wang Henli. If it weren’t for the fact that the branch office truly had no other options at the mont—
He looked over Wang Henli’s stats. The man was practically finished. Unless he could cook sothing even more delicious, a coback was impossible.
Qian Song had learned from Li Ran that Wang Henli owned a recipe book.
The ntion of a recipe book sparked an idea in his mind. With a proper system, he could groom a new star. Given enough ti, he was confident he could launch a new No. 1.
But this strear didn’t know what was good for him and just kept complaining.
"It’s a family heirloom..."
"Fine," Qian Song said lazily. "You have two choices now. Work hard, take first place, and make everyone happy."
"Afterward, you’ll also have two choices. You can hand over the recipe book, or I’ll make you hand it over."
Wang Henli wanted to say more, but Qian Song had already ended the call.
He upended the table.
After sitting there for a while, he retrieved his recipe book from a compartnt in his robot safe.
He knew it himself. The upcoming PK matches were crucial for him. Without any points, his title of "Number One Strear in the Food Category" was just a mockery.
Gently flipping toward the back of the book, his eyes settled on the words "Chuan Chuan." He had made his decision.
The recipes in this part of the book were ones Wang Henli had never used before. They were his aces in the hole, trump cards to be played only in an ergency.
’This is the one.’
’It will definitely save from this disaster.’
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Jiang Qiuqiu hadn’t expected things to get so hectic.
She had just participated in the annual PK competition yesterday, and today, Federation University had already opened its public admissions registration.
"It is opening a bit early this year," Mo Chengyu remarked, also finding it a little strange. "But it’s not unheard of. The school got a new president a while back who’s more laid-back and unconventional, so it’s beco pretty common for event schedules to be a little unpredictable."
’That tone of voice...’
Jiang Qiuqiu glanced at Mo Chengyu.
"What is it?"
"It’s nothing. I guess we can’t do our Spiritual Training today, then."
"Of course we can! We’ll just do it at Federation University," Mo Chengyu said with a smile, grabbing Jiang Qiuqiu’s hand. "I know you probably looked up the process online already, but as your good friend, I’m going to tell you again anyway!"
"Today, you’ll take your personal terminal and ID to the Federation University public admissions office. You’ll take another spiritual power test, and then they’ll give you a preliminary evaluation to decide if you qualify for the second round of testing."
"The first test just gets you in the gate; the second one is what gets you through the door. During the second round, they’ll conduct more precise data asurents and a thorough spiritual power assessnt. They’ll test your Perception Ability and offensive capabilities, evaluate your personal potential, and then use that analysis to place you in a suitable major."
"My brother and I..." She almost let it slip. ’Crap!’ Mo Chengyu cursed herself inwardly. "You’ve been doing this kind of training all along, and your performance has been fantastic."
"So you don’t need to be nervous at all. You’ll definitely be accepted."
Jiang Qiuqiu humd in agreent, her fluttering heart finally settling down.
"Alright, I’m off to register then—"
"Go on. It’s a sha Black Hole isn’t around, or we could’ve had him give you a ride."
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