My Super Beautiful Lady Boss-Chapter 45 - Narrow Road of the Enemy
45: Chapter 45 Narrow Road of the Enemy
45 -45 Narrow Road of the Enemy
“Let him go,” Wu waved a hand, signaling his men.
His tone was weak, but his face was filled with reluctant frustration and a faint hint of hatred.
All four bodyguards had been following Wu for years and had fought many tough battles.
The one standing in the middle was known as “Vulture,” a notoriously ruthless figure in Qingshan City.
Mentioning his name would change the color of many faces.
Vulture said nothing, his already harsh features grew fiercer, “Boss, are we really letting him go?”
“Oh, please,” Su Xuan replied before Wu could respond, detecting the killing intent in Vulture’s eyes, and said disdainfully, “You think you can stop me?”
“You’re too arrogant,” said Vulture.
His arm suddenly exerted strength—a normal person could not withstand such a blow; their shoulder bones would definitely shatter.
Su Xuan snorted coldly, “Let me show you what being arrogant really means!”
The attack speed of Xingyi Fist was not something these bodyguards could understand.
This time, they truly experienced genuine Kung Fu.
It seemed as though a force had gathered on his shoulder, the formidable power released made Vulture’s fingers tremble.
At the moment Vulture threw a punch, Su Xuan’s right elbow countered upward, blocking Vulture’s attack.
With the posture of “using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds,” his elbow struck with lightning speed, hitting Vulture’s jaw and sending fresh blood spraying.
Su Xuan, moving back like a shifting shadow, seized Vulture’s right arm—disaster struck.
“Move away!” Su Xuan shouted at the other three bodyguards, who stood there dumfounded, as he swung his left hand towards the wall, causing Vulture’s body to rise and fly horizontally through the air.
Vulture’s face was deathly pale, but fortunately, his skills were exceptional, and he quickly grabbed Su Xuan’s shoulder, his right fist aiming for Su Xuan’s abdomen.
“Too slow.” Su Xuan said indifferently, without blinking.
His left leg swiftly lifted, his knee hitting Vulture’s fist with a crisp, painful sound.
Enduring the severe pain, Vulture controlled his body and, in the instant he touched the ground, his legs clamped around Su Xuan’s right leg, attempting a deadly strike.
Using force to fight, the highest realm of Xingyi Fist, was to win by using no specific technique.
Su Xuan’s right leg remained unmoved, his body smoothly shifted, and his hands locked onto Vulture’s shoulder blades and fiercely threw him backwards.
Vulture flew out and hit a column, his eyes bloodshot.
“Life is precious, don’t go looking for trouble in the future.” Looking at Vulture lying on the ground with a fierce expression, Su Xuan spat disdainfully, leaving only an elegant silhouette for Wu.
Having refused Wu’s proposition, Su Xuan felt no regret or remorse whatsoever, holding firm to a belief: “different paths do not converge.” This was also a phrase the Military God often admonished him with before he returned to Qingshan City.
Back at the company, Chen Wanqing picked up the iPhone on her desk, her face full of anxiety as she dialed Su Xuan’s number.
As soon as the call connected, she asked impatiently, “Where are you?!”
“Missing me already?” Su Xuan responded nonchalantly, unaware of the urgency in Chen Wanqing’s tone, and jokingly said.
Chen Wanqing replied angrily, “Stop fooling around and come to my office right now!
As fast as you can!”
“Alright,” Su Xuan laughed, “I’ll sprout wings and fly over!” freēwēbnovel.com
After walking some distance, he finally hailed a cab.
Su Xuan thought to himself and couldn’t help but laugh: What’s up with Chen Wanqing, can’t she bear a day without seeing me?
Ha ha.
Chen Wanqing waited in her office, dressed as the usual corporate president in a black suit paired with a white shirt.
Today, she had deliberately worn a pair of black-framed glasses, looking even more stunningly cold and resembling a figure from a Japanese movie in a teacher’s uniform.
Hopping out of the cab, Su Xuan jogged over to Chen Wanqing, pretending to be out of breath in a hurry, and looked up to ask, “What’s the matter?
You’ve tired me out.”
“There’s a very important dinner tonight, hosting leaders from a company that’s collaborating with our group,” Chen Wanqing said with a hint of difficulty in her eyes, hesitatingly.
It took Su Xuan a moment to catch on, puzzled, “That doesn’t seem to have anything to do with me.
Did you call me here to accompany you to the dinner?”
“No,” Chen Wanqing hurriedly explained, “Their visit this time has another important purpose—they want to evaluate the dining quality at Ming Yue Building.”
“Oh.” Su Xuan’s indifferent reply came off as if the matter didn’t concern him at all.
Chen Wanqing frowned slightly and said coldly, “I want to leave a good impression on the leaders of the collaborating company.
Can you cook and help me prepare a few creative dishes?
All the chefs can assist you!”
“This thing,” Su Xuan plopped down on the couch, crossing his legs and showed no sign of worry.
“Are you going to help or not?!” Time was of the essence, and with only eight or nine hours left until the evening banquet, she knew Su Xuan’s skills; with his help, the partners would definitely be surprised.
“Help!” Su Xuan sighed, “After all, you are my wife.
When the wife has trouble, I must help!”
Used to Su Xuan’s frivolous tone, Chen Wanqing just glared at him fiercely without arguing and walked toward the door with a document in hand, “Follow me, let’s go now.”
Upon arriving at the banquet hall of the Bright Moon Building and entering the vast kitchen, where hundreds of chefs, assistants, and miscellaneous staff were busy at work, a few of them greeted Chen Wanqing when they saw her.
“President Chen, good day!”
“President Chen,” a well-proportioned man in his thirties dressed in a white work uniform and wearing a tall white chef’s hat, took off his hat and approached.
Chen Wanqing pointed at Su Xuan and then said to the man, “Master Qin, for tonight’s dinner at Hongyue Hall, consult with him about the menu and dishes, it’s best to listen to him.”
Master Qin glanced at Su Xuan with surprise evident in his eyes, thinking: Who is this guy?
Why should I listen to him?
Chen Wanqing commanded in an authoritative tone, “Tonight is a special case.
I’ve seen the menu you reported yesterday, and I am not satisfied.
It lacks innovation.
This is Mr.
Su; he is highly skilled in cooking.
Everyone here should follow his lead today.”
Upon hearing this, Master Qin, startled, dared not disobey his boss’s orders and replied with a strained smile, “Okay, I will follow President Chen’s arrangements.”
Su Xuan briefly reminisced that the last time he came here, he hadn’t seen this chef.
No surprise there, considering the vast chain of restaurants under Bright Moon Building, which employed over fifty chefs, each day bringing different chefs on shift.
Having other matters to attend to, Chen Wanqing quickly said to Su Xuan, “You communicate with Master Qin.
I have to go.
You don’t need to report back the menu to me, just make the decisions yourself.”
Suddenly feeling “great power in his hands,” and a slight thrill, Su Xuan sensed that Chen Wanqing was gradually increasing her trust in him; otherwise, she wouldn’t have entrusted such an important banquet to him.
After changing into a fitted uniform in the changing room, Su Xuan went to the hall, gathered most of the chefs around, briefly communicated with Master Qin, and then started delegating tasks.
With a clear plan in mind, after reviewing the original menu, he discarded seven dishes and conceived seven new ones, all his “signature masterpieces” learned while following the Military God, which were generally unseen in restaurants.
“Lettuce Baked Salted Lobster, Steamed Marinated Sea Cucumber…” he listed seven innovative dishes.
With a serious expression, Su Xuan said, “Master Qin, I’ll put together a list of ingredients, please help me prepare them as soon as possible.”
Master Qin was dumbfounded, thinking sulkily: Are you bluffing me?
As a chef for over a decade, I’ve never heard of these dishes!
Are they made-up?
What will you do if they can’t be prepared, and how will you explain to President Chen?
A short while later, Wu Zhaoxiong entered the kitchen, his face turned sour upon seeing the last person he wanted to see—Su Xuan.
Just as Su Xuan put down his spoon and turned around, he saw Chef Wu and thought darkly: Haha, it’s you again, you old fool.
“It really is a small world…” Su Xuan sneered as he approached Chef Wu.
Already having issues with Su Xuan over a competition slot in the Cooking God competition, Chef Wu thought Su Xuan was here to cause trouble.
Chef Wu snapped fiercely, “Who allowed you in here?!
This is not your place, get out!”
“Just because you say get out, I should get out?
Who do you think you are, the Emperor himself?” Su Xuan sneered back.
Already looking down on Su Xuan, Master Qin saw an opportunity now that Chef Wu was here.
He whispered into Chef Wu’s ear, telling him about Chen Wanqing’s earlier visit.
“What?!
President Chen let this kid take charge?!” Chef Wu was shocked, feeling his position was being blatantly challenged.
“That’s right!
Today I’m going to make you jobless!
Pack up and scram!” Su Xuan said cheerfully.
