The Game of Life-Chapter 721 - 720: The Target Objective is Approaching
Chapter 721: Chapter 720: The Target Objective is Approaching
Ji Yue and Fan Mei did not know that the email they sent out in the morning had already been received by a batch of gourmands in the afternoon, and Zhou Chang was one of them. As a wealthy second-generation who was middle-aged but had not fully taken over the family business, Zhou Chang led a very leisurely everyday life, unlike the miserable first-generation rich like Han Guishan who had to work overtime frantically every day. He would spend his days enjoying food and drinks, accompanying his wife and kids, and hanging out with friends when they came over.
For instance, right now, he was accompanying Ouyang Yang, who had just returned from negotiating business overseas, in cursing Sun Channing.
“Sun Channing, that damned bastard, I knew last year that he wasn’t a good guy. I found it strange when I heard he was selling off his properties, and sure enough, he had ulterior motives, the ambition of a wolf. Sun Changping is such an idiot, too; I’ve never seen anyone that stupid. To have the will in his hands and let his wife find an opportunity to burn it, what a complete fool—he’s like mud that can’t support itself; I spit on that!” Ouyang Yang had come to Beiping first because he had some matters to deal with, and he headed straight to Zhou Chang’s place after getting off the plane. He hadn’t even taken a sip of water before he started ranting about Sun Channing.
“Burned? The version I heard was that it was torn?” Zhou Chang asked.
“Who cares what it was; I also heard it from someone else,” said Ouyang Yang dismissively.
“All these different stories going around, just take them with a grain of salt. You don’t have any real connection with those two from the Sun family, so why get so mad?” Zhou Chang said with a laugh, scanning the area and noticing the unopened express delivery that had just arrived.
“I just can’t stand those two morons from the Sun family! Has Sun Channing’s brain been kicked by a donkey? To give up the restaurant business to go into the hotel industry and even talk about developing a hotel ecosystem, treating the restaurant business as a secondary concern. Spitting, he’s using the Jubao Building’s name for his hotel venture; he actually wants to turn Jubao Building into a hotel just after Master Sun passed away!” Ouyang Yang was so agitated; in fact, he had already ranted to Zhou Chang about Sun Channing for nearly an hour over a voice call when he saw the news. Perhaps because it wasn’t satisfying enough over the phone, he dragged Zhou Chang into another round of venting as soon as he returned to the country.
Zhou Chang knew Ouyang Yang was a die-hard fan of Jubao Building; over the years, anyone who dared to say that Jubao Building wasn’t as good as before would provoke Ouyang Yang to jump up and curse them out, let alone the fact that the internal strife in Jubao Building had led to its transformation.
Zhou Chang thought that if it weren’t for the fact that certain behaviors were already criminalized by law, Ouyang Yang would probably go straight back and chop Sun Channing into pieces.
“Ouyang, I know you might not like hearing this, but I think you might be a bit unfair to Sun Channing,” Zhou Chang said, “Sun Channing has always wanted to get into the hotel business for many years, and you know it. The business at Jubao Building has indeed declined year by year; while Master Sun was alive, perhaps his prestige and fame could hold the fort. Now that Master Sun has passed away, his disciples, including Qiu Fu, have only learned seventy to eighty percent of his skills, and you know that Qiu Fu can’t hold up Jubao Building. As for Master Sun’s grandson, Sun Jikai, I don’t know much about him, but it’s very likely that he can’t compete with Sun Channing.”
“Sun Channing is a smart man; transitioning to the hotel business might not be worse than sticking to the restaurant business. You’ve seen what happened to Taifeng Building’s stock; it plummeted, but Sun Channing’s press conference made it rise again. You’ve also seen what happened to Tan Family Small Restaurant. Although no one openly said it at the time, many people felt it was the top private restaurant in Guangdong Province; it’s only been a few years since Master Tan passed away, and look how many people remember Tan Family Small Restaurant now, the business is probably gone.”
“So should I send Sun Channing a banner to thank him for successfully transforming Jubao Building?” Ouyang Yang sneered.
“I’m trying to tell you not to be angry or impulsive. Qiu Fu has already gone to Taifeng Building, and even Sun Maochai has been poached by Taifeng Building. Now that they’ve lost their last capable Master, what’s the use of you being angry?”
Ouyang Yang, who was initially fuming and ready to battle with Zhou Chang, froze when he heard this: “Qiu Fu and Sun Maochai went to Taifeng Building?”
Zhou Chang found his reaction odd and pointed to the unopened express package thrown casually on the sofa: “That should be the invitation, for the Midsummer Feast. Taifeng Building should have invited you, haven’t you frequented the place quite a bit?”
Upon hearing “Midsummer Feast,” Ouyang Yang sort of remembered: “It seems Taifeng Building did call yesterday to invite me, but I have a contract to sign on the 6th and can’t get away. I was busy at the time so I hung up the phone—she didn’t tell me Sun Maochai would be there.”
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“Obviously you refused as soon as you heard the date, so you can’t blame them for not telling you,” Zhou Chang said, chuckling.
Ouyang Yang couldn’t help but slap his chest; it was quite hard to secure a meal prepared by Sun Maochai, who had developed his skills entirely at Jubao Building, and his craftsmanship was precisely the style that Ouyang Yang liked.
“Oh right, there’s something else you might be a little happy to hear about. Your favorite, Master Jiang Feng, has finally resumed work, and Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon is back on the menu, though the daily servings released are reduced so it’s quite hard to book a reservation. And guess what, I just so happened to score a reservation for two for tonight’s Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon.”
Ouyang Yang glanced at Zhou Chang unimpressed: “Why didn’t you say so earlier, let’s go to Taifeng Building tonight.”
“Oh, I thought someone said that Taifeng Building’s food was just so-so, incomparable to Chef Arno’s skills. You even looked down on me when I wanted to go,” Zhou Chang began to tease.
“What time is it now? Oh, it’s already four o’clock. Let’s head out. Your place is so far from Taifeng Building; if we get stuck in traffic, it might be seven by the time we get there. The airline meal at noon was so terrible I barely ate, and I’m a bit hungry now. Come on, let’s go to Taifeng Building.” Ouyang Yang changed the subject swiftly, stood up, and didn’t forget to rip open the unopened express package on the sofa to see what the invitation looked like.
On the other side, Jiang Feng was unaware that his target was moving toward Taifeng Building. Even if he had known, he might not have had much of a reaction at this moment because he had something much more important to do.
Starting today until the Midsummer Feast on the 6th, he needed to prepare the clear soup under the supervision and guidance of three chef seniors, including both elderlies and Sun Maochai.
The clear soup was for making Chicken Tofu Flower.
Because Peng Changping was coming to the Midsummer Feast.
The patron who had been notified by a phone call yesterday morning received the invitation today. Before this, Taifeng Building had been hesitant to promote the Midsummer Feast, fearing that the restaurant on the top floor might concoct some mischief to disrupt the event. Although the top-floor restaurant was not that low-class—at least so far, its competition with Taifeng Building had been aboveboard, strong-arming guests with its prowess; its methods might be somewhat shady, but it hadn’t done anything outrageous.
Up until now, Taifeng Building still hadn’t advertised the event. At first, it was to prevent theft, but later, they simply thought it might actually be better not to publicize it, considering that playing mysterious could also be a way of promotion. Taifeng Building’s marketing had always been lackluster. In fact, Taifeng Building wouldn’t even know where to buy ad positions like Eight-treasure House did: they had neither the connections nor the path; even if they did purchase, the price would definitely be higher than what Eight-treasure House paid, and likely not as effective.
Buying ad positions on major software and browsers is a specialty of Eight-treasure House.
Jiang Feng was unclear how Peng Changping had learned about the Midsummer Feast so quickly, but it might have been from Lu Sheng, who was always well-informed.
The issue now was that Peng Changping was coming to eat.
Who was Peng Changping? He was not only the universally recognized number one chef but also Jiang Feng’s semi-mentor.
In fact, in many people’s eyes, Jiang Feng was considered Peng Changping’s last disciple.
Jiang Feng had learned how to make stock from Peng Changping for several months. Under Peng Changping’s guidance, he quickly mastered seasoning and fire control to a grandmaster level and then created Chicken Tofu Flower. However, Peng Changping had only tasted the S-grade stock Jiang Feng made that day and had never tasted the Chicken Tofu Flower made by Jiang Feng. The Midsummer Feast would be the first time Peng Changping tasted the Chicken Tofu Flower created by Jiang Feng.
In front of his semi-mentor, Jiang Feng wanted to display his best culinary skills.
First, he had to make the best clear soup he could at present.
Therefore, Jiang Feng, who had been earnestly cutting meat, immediately gave up on cutting meat after the phone call, abandoned the Ten Thousand Fortune Meat, and wholeheartedly started preparing the clear soup.
Not only did he prepare it himself, but he also went to the tea house to bring back all three chef seniors. He didn’t allow them to drink tea, engage in idle chatter, or boast any longer; he had them all watch him make clear soup in the kitchen.
The three chef seniors: …
Old masters: ?
Had his little grandson inflated his ego lately?
Did he even remember his own surname?
To go to such lengths to have three old fellows watch on the side just for making a clear soup—was there anything so extraordinary about that…
Hey, this broth is really well skimmed!
