e-booksonline Chapter 126 Fight this battle to the very end!
Chapter 126 Fight this battle to the very end!
Zhao Dayou's back was hunched over deeply, and his sparsely haired head was completely exposed to Chen Feng.
He remained bent over at a ninety-degree angle, not daring to even breathe loudly in the somewhat quiet shop.
Chen Feng glanced indifferently at the refrigerated truck outside the door, which was emitting cold air.
"This is Chen Feng. Has the goods been delivered?"
Upon hearing Chen Feng speak, Zhao Dayou felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He hurriedly straightened up and nodded repeatedly with obsequious flattery.
"Here we are! Here we are! Mr. Chen, your premium black pork, Changbai Mountain winter bamboo shoots, and freshly picked scallions are all outside."
I didn't dare waste a single second!
"Okay, let's unload the 'Human Fireworks' goods first." Chen Feng walked out from behind the counter and casually pulled out a neat stack of banknotes from his pocket.
"Hey! Alright! What are you guys standing there for?!"
"Bring the boxes from Mr. Chen's shop in! Be gentle!" Zhao Dayou turned around and shouted sternly at the porters and his trusted supervisor who were accompanying him outside the door.
Those managers and drivers who usually acted arrogantly were now completely bewildered.
They stared blankly as their billionaire boss became as docile as a newlywed bride in front of a young cook wearing cloth shoes, the shock in their hearts like a raging storm.
"My God... just what kind of terrifying background does this Boss Chen have?" The trusted supervisor screamed inwardly, but his hands moved faster than anyone else's, afraid that if he was too slow, the boss would tear him apart on the spot.
"Clang, clang."
Two heavy, dust-free food storage boxes were gently placed on the floor of the store.
The moment the box lid was opened, Su Chen, who had been sitting on the bench in a daze, jumped up with a "whoosh," his eyes wide open like saucers.
"Meat...it's really meat?! Holy crap, and it's top-quality black pork belly?!"
Su Chen rushed to the box, his hands trembling slightly as he grabbed a handful of fresh scallions, his face flushed red with extreme excitement and shock.
Xingruo covered her mouth in disbelief, her almond-shaped eyes filled with the joy of escaping death.
"Brother Chen...who exactly did you contact?!" Su Chen suddenly turned his head and stared intently at Chen Feng, his voice filled with ecstasy, but after the ecstasy, a deep worry welled up again.
He grabbed Chen Feng's sleeve and lowered his voice, "But Brother Chen, that bastard Su Ang is really ruthless."
The boss delivered the goods today, but... will he be able to deliver them again tomorrow?
"If Su Ang realizes what's happening and uses even harsher methods to pressure this boss, will we still be able to get goods delivered tomorrow or the day after?"
When Xingruo heard this from behind, her brows furrowed again.
That's right. The Su family's assets and connections are deeply rooted in the south of the city. Breaking the blockade temporarily doesn't mean they can keep at it with that behemoth forever.
Mengmeng peeked out from Xingruo's arms, looking at the plump, chubby baby, and clapped her little hands happily: "Daddy's so amazing! The big, chubby baby that the bad guys hid flew back!!"
"Don't worry about it."
Chen Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it carried absolute confidence.
"Don't worry, we'll take care of the ingredients from now on."
Within this land of China, no one can suppress the warmth and vitality of human life.
Chen Feng left with a remark, turned around, and handed the thick wad of cash to Zhao Dayou.
"Boss Zhao, here's today's payment. Any overpayment will be refunded, and any underpayment will be collected. Please check it."
When Zhao Dayou saw the stack of red banknotes handed to him, he was so frightened that he trembled all over, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt down in front of Chen Feng.
He shook his head frantically with both hands, his voice trembling with sobs.
"Mr. Chen! This is unacceptable! You're trying to kill me, Zhao Dayou!!"
If I dared to take even a single penny from you, a single word from someone in Beijing could prevent me from even entering the cold storage in the South District tomorrow!
Please take it back! This is all a gift I offered you voluntarily; I can't accept a single penny!
Zhao Dayou clasped his hands together and bowed desperately to Chen Feng.
Chen Feng couldn't help but sigh as he looked at Zhao Dayou, who was so terrified he was about to lose his mind.
A look of helplessness and dejection crossed his face.
Why has he been hiding quietly in this old street for the past month?
Why would you rather go to the wholesale market every morning like an ordinary vendor to buy goods, than dial that number?
That's why.
He was all too aware of the significance of his sect.
If he reveals even the slightest hint, he can turn what was originally a simple street transaction into a nauseatingly sophisticated social gathering.
"Take it." Chen Feng's face darkened.
"I run a business and I never freeload."
"If you don't want money, I'll have someone else deliver this tomorrow."
Zhao Dayou shrank back in fright at Chen Feng's words. Seeing Chen Feng's resolute attitude, he trembled slightly as he took the wad of banknotes.
"Thank you... thank you for your understanding, Mr. Chen. I... I'll charge less, just enough to cover costs..."
At this moment, the old street residents who had heard the commotion had already gathered on the bluestone road in front of "Human Fireworks".
Aunt Wang from the grocery store, Old Zhang who sells dried goods, and a few others who usually have some acquaintance with Liu Cheng are now staring wide-eyed, dumbfounded, at the high-end refrigerated truck and Mercedes-Benz emitting a chilling aura in front of the store.
"My God...didn't Boss Chen just get completely blacklisted by Zhou Heizi this morning?"
"That's Boss Zhao of the constant temperature cold storage! He's a money-making god we rarely even get to see, so why is he acting like a tea-serving waiter in front of Boss Chen?"
The old neighbors whispered among themselves, and for a moment, their eyes held a hint of awe as they looked at Chen Feng.
Ignoring the commotion outside, Chen Feng turned around and tilted his head at Zhao Dayou: "Boss Zhao, don't unload those two boxes yet. Could you walk about 200 meters and deliver them to 'Old Liu's Noodle Shop' in the middle of the old street?"
"Understood! Don't worry, Mr. Chen, I'll personally escort the car over there!" Zhao Dayou quickly bowed.
One minute later, "Old Liu's Noodle Shop".
Liu Cheng was sitting in the empty shop. The water in the two stainless steel pots in front of him had boiled completely, and the white steam made his white hair a mess.
He looked at the boiling water, feeling like crying but unable to shed a tear.
He had no idea what the point was of Boss Chen asking him to boil this pot of water.
"Old Liu! Uncle Liu!! Open the door quickly!! Big Meat is here!!"
Su Chen's familiar voice, accompanied by the sound of car brakes, boomed loudly outside Lao Liu's noodle shop.
Somewhat dazed, he ran over and yanked open the heavy iron roller shutter door.
The midday sun streamed in, and along with it came two porters from Zhao Dayou's team, huffing and puffing as they carried a heavy, dust-free, insulated box that was emitting a slight chill, and slammed it firmly onto his large workbench.
"What...what is this?" Liu Cheng stammered.
Su Chen yanked open the box, pointed to the black pork belly inside—its red and white stripes and beautiful marbling resembling a painting—and laughed heartily:
"Uncle Liu! Look closely! This is my brother... oops, this is the premium black pork that Brother Chen got you through connections!!"
Liu Cheng stood blankly in front of the workbench.
He reached out with trembling hands and gently touched a piece of pork belly skin that still had ice crystals on it.
The firm texture of the meat, the pure and unadulterated fresh aroma...
Liu Cheng has been in this business for thirty years, spending half his life working in front of the stove for cooking large pot dishes.
He had never seen ingredients of such quality before.
This is no ordinary pork used to make big bowls of noodles; it's clearly the kind of high-end pork used in state banquets, reserved for entertaining dignitaries and nobles!
"Boss Chen... this, this meat..." Liu Cheng grabbed the cutting board with a thud, his previously lifeless eyes instantly melting with a blazing fire.
He turned his head and looked at Chen Feng walking out of the alley.
Chen Feng stood at the entrance of Lao Liu's noodle shop, looking at the two large pots steaming with water, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"Uncle Liu, the water's boiling."
Chen Feng took the ballpoint pen off the back of his ear and tapped it lightly on the somewhat old cutting board.
"Let's move on. This afternoon, we'll fight this battle to the bitter end."