91: Chapter 91 I want to eat that dish of 10000000 91: Chapter 91 I want to eat that dish of 10000000 The affair concerning the multimillion-dollar al at Bright Moon Building continued to fernt, and Chen Tianwen, the true owner of the Bright Moon Building, naturally received the news first.
At first, he thought it was a failed publicity stunt orchestrated by Chen Wanqing and did not intervene.
However, as ti slipped by, the Bright Moon Building had beco a laughingstock, and that sign had yet to be taken down.
He, the real owner, could no longer stand it.
Early that morning, surrounded by Sun Zhi’ai and other supporters, Chen Tianwen stord into the Bright Moon Building with a fiery deanor, making it obvious he was there to pick a fight.
“What are you two still standing there for?
Hurry up and smash that disgraceful sign!” Chen Tianwen shouted at two security guards.
“This…”
The two guards exchanged glances, fear evident in their eyes.
As one began to act, he was imdiately stopped by a look from the other.
“Boss, that sign was hung by Su Xuan.
You should let him take it down himself; we dare not touch it,” one guard said.
Chen Tianwen jumped three feet in the air, his face red with anger, “Who is the boss here, him or ?
Who is it that pays your salaries?”
The guard who had spoken trembled slightly, but in the end, made a decision that was in his best interest, “Of course, it’s you who pay our wages, but you also know what Su Xuan is like—he has said anyone who takes down that sign must pay him ten million.”
Sun Zhi’ai, sneaky-looking, shifted his eyes, sensing his mont to shine, “Uncle Chen, look at this.
Su Xuan is truly ungrateful.
He doesn’t even respect you despite not being married to Wanqing yet.
If those two really end up together, would he ever consider your feelings?”
Chen Tianwen waved agitatedly, “Don’t worry, I will never let my daughter marry Su Xuan, not unless I’m dead.”
“Exactly, exactly!
Even if you were dead, Wanqing shouldn’t marry that bastard.
Only I am worthy of marrying a beauty like Wanqing,” Sun Zhi’ai said with a lewd sparkle in his eyes.
Chen Tianwen glanced disdainfully at the lecherous expression on Sun Zhi’ai’s face, feeling that such a man was indeed unworthy of his daughter.
However, compared to Su Xuan, he felt Sun Zhi’ai might be not so bad, since Su Xuan had left a very unfavorable impression on him.
The news of Chen Tianwen’s arrival quickly reached Chen Wanqing and Su Xuan.
Under Chen Wanqing’s lead, Su Xuan ca down unwillingly.
“Dad, why are you here?
Didn’t you say you would leave the matters of Bright Moon Building to ?” Chen Wanqing spoke with so trepidation, aware of the recent business slump at Bright Moon Building.
“I indeed didn’t want to co, but if I didn’t show up, Bright Moon Building might have to change its na to Su,” Chen Tianwen shot Su Xuan a very unhappy look.
What infuriated him more was that Su Xuan hadn’t even glanced at him, his gaze roaming over his beautiful daughter instead, making it clear what he was thinking.
“This is only temporary, and I have confidence in Su Xuan’s cooking skills.
With him here, I believe the business at Bright Moon Building will only get better,” Chen Wanqing said, steeling herself.
She knew the situation at Bright Moon Building was terrible, but she absolutely couldn’t give up.
She would never allow herself to marry soone like Sun Zhi’ai.
“I an, Wanqing, stop being so stubborn.
Su Xuan must be obsessing over money—only a fool would spend ten million on that sorry fish he cooks,” Sun Zhi’ai jeered, his eyes full of jealousy as he watched Su Xuan standing close to Chen Wanqing.
He always felt that the position next to his goddess should be switched with Su Xuan’s.
How could a clownish cook stand beside her?
“Sun Zhi’ai, I think your skin must be itching again.
Was I too gentle with you last ti?” Su Xuan flexed his wrist, never one to be polite to a man who dared covet his woman.
“What do you want to do?” Sun Zhi’ai, scared, hid behind Chen Tianwen, feeling sowhat reassured only because they were in a public place, he walked straight up to Su Xuan and yelled, poking his finger at his nose, “Kid, do you really think you’re soone important?
You’re just a clown.
You know very well you can’t earn ten million, so you plan to waste ti with this publicity stunt, right?
Seeing Sun Zhi’ai buzzing around him like a fly, Su Xuan suppressed the urge to punch him, “Whether it’s possible or not, we’ll know when the ti cos.
It’s too early to conclude now.”
“I can conclude now, tear down that sign imdiately, and you are never allowed to step into Bright Moon Building again,” Chen Tianwen said furiously.
Su Xuan frowned lightly; he was confident about selling the Su i fish, but without a place like Bright Moon Building to cook, selling it would be challenging.
Sun Zhi’ai, invigorated, laughed arrogantly, “Ha ha, Su Xuan, you heard it, Uncle Chen has spoken.
You better get out of Bright Moon Building now, this isn’t a place for you anymore!”
“No!” Chen Wanqing knew she couldn’t stay silent any longer, “Dad, didn’t we agree on a month’s ti?
It’s only been five days, and I believe Su Xuan can definitely do it.”
“Wanqing, has your brain also gone funny?” Sun Zhi’ai turned and asked his cronies, “Do all of you think there’s a fool who would spend ten million to eat his dish?”
“Haha, ridiculous, with ten million I could open a restaurant, who would spend it on a single dish.”
“He looks like he’s definitely insane, or ntally ill.
Since when did Bright Moon Building beco a psychiatric hospital?”
“So he’s the nutjob who wants to sell one dish for ten million huh, I finally understand what shalessness ans.”
…
Those around them seed like Sun Zhi’ai’s stooges, mocking Su Xuan intensely.
All the people in Bright Moon Building, including Chen Wanqing and Zhao Xiaoyi, looked extrely displeased, but Su Xuan seed unaffected by these words, maintaining a faint smile on his face.
In response to these slanders, he didn’t need to retort with words.
A man should slap those who scorn him with actions.
“Sun Zhi’ai, tell , what if I can sell this dish?” Su Xuan spoke.
“Hahaha!” Sun Zhi’ai laughed almost breathlessly: “If you can sell it, I’ll squat in front of Bright Moon Building, shit, and eat it.”
“Really?” Su Xuan said.
“Of course, it’s true,” Sun Zhi’ai continued mockingly: “But you’ll definitely fail to sell it.
If you can’t sell it, you’ll kneel in front of and bark like a dog.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you keep your word,” Su Xuan said softly.
Chen Tianwen couldn’t allow such a farce to play out in his painstakingly managed Bright Moon Building any longer, and commanded: “What are you dawdling for?
Hurry up and take down that sign.”
The two security guards dithered, forced to act by Chen Tianwen’s imposing stare, reluctantly approached to take down the sign.
In their hearts, they clearly didn’t believe anyone would actually pay for Su Xuan’s dish.
“Brother Su, I really apologize.
After all, we’re here to earn a living,” one of the guards said.
At this mont, Su Xuan seed like a clown in everyone’s eyes.
In their minds, taking down the sign would put an end to this farce.
“Su Xuan, just keep dreaming.
I don’t think we need to wait a month.
With the sign taken down, you should kneel and bark in front of now,” Sun Zhi’ai pointed at the ground and said.
Chen Wanqing gave Su Xuan a grievous glance.
Even she thought Su Xuan was being too unrealistic, and this matter had gotten out of hand.
If she had implented her strategy, they would never have ended up in this situation.
As all eyes were pinned on Su Xuan, his gaze suddenly brightened as he looked into the distance, and a smile appeared on his face.
“Stop laughing goofily and kneel down, bark like a dog,” Sun Zhi’ai, thinking he had clinched the victory, said impatiently.
“The end isn’t here yet.
It’s not certain who will kneel for whom,” Su Xuan’s smile deepened.
Sun Zhi’ai scoffed, “Stop dreaming.
Do you really think soone will co and spend ten million to eat your dish?”
“Cough, cough!” A robust and loud voice ca from behind the crowd: “Co on, make way for , this old man, I would love to taste the Su i Fish.”
“Old man, you son of a…” Sun Zhi’ai turned to curse, but the mont he saw who was behind him, he abruptly swallowed his words.
He did not recognize the elderly man who spoke, yet felt an inherent authority emanating from him, instinctively causing him to fear.
“Bold boy, you’re the first to dare curse in front of .
But today, I’ll let it slide because of the Su i Fish.
Mind your language in the future,” said the old man, who looked to be in his seventies, wearing a Tang suit, carrying a bird cage in his left hand and supporting a falcon in his right, looking spirited.
Accompanying the old man were four bodyguards, each taller than 1.9 ters, solidly muscular, and expressionless, each holding a Purple Sand Pot, towel, chopped at and birdseed, as if they were there solely to serve the old man.
It was rather amusing that these four bodyguards were equipped like personal attendants to the elder.
Apart from anything else, just the old man’s deanour reminiscent of an Old Man of the Late Qing Dynasty, together with his imperiously natural authority, gave the impression that he should be the center of attention wherever he was.
This kind of aura wasn’t sothing a nouveau riche could possess; it stemd from generations of genetic refinent, ingrained into his bones since childhood.
In the next mont, everyone’s gaze shifted to the rosacea-nosed elder, initially shocked, then doubtful, wondering whether the elder was serious.
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