How could a conspiracy have such great influence and power?
Even Fang Lin felt a little unbelievable, but Zhu Yan's words must be true.
Unfortunately, Zhu Yan and Zhu Canghai only knew so much, so Fang Lin had no choice but to give up.
While they were still under the influence of hypnosis and had no resistance, he directly disabled one of their arms as a punishment and warning before returning to the barbecue restaurant.
Although he didn't know what the plan of the head of the Zhu family was, Fang Lin was certain that the King of Kitchen Competition was a very important part of his plan.
So Fang Lin didn't hesitate anymore. After the police dealt with the Zhu family's minions and took notes, he immediately agreed to Zhu Ling's request.
“The rules of the King of Kitchen Competition are very simple, that is, three rounds of melee.
In the first round, all contestants cook the same dish, and 30 winners are determined to advance to the semi-finals.
Then use the same method to select three people for the finals.
The difference is that in the finals, contestants are free to choose ingredients and dishes.
Of course, the prizes are also very rich. In addition to the million-dollar bonus, the champion can also become the patriarch's personal chef.
Not only can he be protected by the Zhu family, but his monthly salary is as high as 200,000 yuan."
As soon as he sat down, Zhu Ling introduced him like a treasure trove.
An annual salary of more than two million, plus the protection of the Zhu family empire.
For ordinary people, this condition is like pie in the sky. As long as they have a little cooking skills, anyone wants to try their luck.
But these conditions are not even the icing on the cake for Fang Lin.
But he was very curious, what was the conspiracy behind the head of the Zhu family?
This is an excellent opportunity to get in touch with the most core forces of the Zhu family.
"You seem to know everything about the King of Kitchen Competition!"
Fang Lin looked at Zhu Ling with interest.
"There's nothing surprising about this. The Zhu family has been holding it for three consecutive years, and it's the same."
"Three years?
Doesn’t this champion only serve you, the head of the Zhu family?
Does he need so many cooks by himself?”
Fang Lin said very puzzled.
"Yes! I don't know why. Every chef king did serve my father, but most of them only worked for three months before they all chose to resign.
What’s even more strange is that when the Zhu family invited us again, they had already left Seoul Province for various reasons.”
"Even if I really win the title of Chef King, it doesn't seem to be of any benefit to you, right?
Logically speaking, the fifth aunt is the most favored, and you are not short of money!"
"My purpose is very simple, just to prove myself in the Zhu family."
Although Zhu Ling said it very simply, Fang Lin could be sure that what she said was definitely not the truth, at least not all the reasons.
Moreover, those chefs who participated in the competition went there because of the Zhu family's power and high monthly salary. Accepting the Zhu family's invitation is the best proof.
For three consecutive terms, all three chef kings resigned within three months, and all left mysteriously. Fang Lin found the meaning of this very intriguing.
Zhu Yan not only mentioned the meeting between the three provinces just now, but Yao Chengjun's partner is not the head of the Zhu family.
Seoul Province is not within the scope of the meeting between the three provinces, so Fang Lin can be sure that the Zhu family's conspiracies and ambitions are extremely intricate.
"No matter what your reason is, I promise you."
To ensure the success of the meeting between the three provinces, Fang Lin had to unravel the Zhu family's conspiracy and threats, so he answered without hesitation.
"Okay, as long as you can win this game on behalf of the barbecue restaurant, I promise to give you the information you want."
At this point, the cooperation between Fang Lin and Zhu Ling can be considered officially concluded.
After leaving the barbecue restaurant, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening.
Xingzhou City seems to have not been affected by time. It is extremely prosperous with lights and colorful lights everywhere, singing and dancing.
While walking with Gao Meilan, the two casually walked to the bank of Xingzhou River.
It is a large river that crosses the entire Xingzhou City. It does not seem to be polluted by industry. It is crystal clear and is respected by the people of Xingzhou as the mother river.
There are countless pavilions and small squares on both sides of the river, and citizens dancing in various squares can be seen everywhere.
There are also various roadside stalls, which are very lively.
Walking along the river, Gao Meilan was in high spirits and bought a lot of novelty things.
Fang Lin has been doing nothing, just protecting her safety and occasionally giving some advice.
Suddenly, a stall on the left caught Fang Lin's attention, and his eyes finally stopped on a large blue and white porcelain vase.
Obviously, it was not an antique. Fang Lin could tell at a glance that it was just a very ordinary modern imitation. But the strange thing was that he felt a trace of spiritual power fluctuations around it.
"Brother, you have such a good eye! You caught my eye at the most expensive blue and white porcelain from the Song Dynasty here.
This is a treasure passed down from my ancestors. To be honest, my ancestors have been high-ranking officials for several generations.
If my wife hadn't been seriously ill and continued to use the money, I wouldn't have been able to show it to others..." When the male shopkeeper in his fifties saw a customer coming to his door, he immediately beamed and gushed.
"One hundred yuan, do you want to sell it?"
Fang Lin didn't even bother to listen to his bragging and interrupted him directly.
"Boy, I think you just came here to cause trouble, right?
Do you want to buy Song Dynasty blue and white porcelain for a hundred yuan?
Get lost..." The shop owner was immediately angered by Fang Lin, and waved away the customers with a sullen face.
"Two hundred, no more."
Fang Lin said very firmly.
“Get out of here… you just want to make me miserable, don’t you?
Not to mention two hundred, even twenty thousand, I can't sell you.
If it’s less than 100,000, don’t even ask.”
The shop owner directly grabbed the bench he brought and cursed angrily at Fang Lin.
"I'm afraid only a fool would spend 100,000 yuan on a street stall on the roadside. If this thing of yours was genuine and you were so eager to use the money, you would have gone to an antique shop or auction house long ago. Don't treat everyone as a fool.
"
Forced buying and selling was not Fang Lin's style, so he just sneered and immediately stood up and walked forward without looking back.
"Okay, okay, little brother, I am really in a hurry for money.
Let's do this! For such a large blue and white porcelain, even buying such a large vase will cost more than this! Two hundred is really too little, so you can add more."
After walking less than two steps, the man who was so angry just now that he wanted to hit someone seemed to have changed his face. He jumped up and pulled Fang Lin back with a smile.
"good."
"How much more?"
"If you sell one piece, just sell it. If you don't sell it, forget it."
There is no need to pity such a deceitful guy, Fang Lin said without hesitation.
He added, but Fang Lin's words almost made the boss so angry that he vomited blood, and even felt like he was being fooled.
"Okay, two hundred and one, two hundred and one, I'll sell it to you, give me the money."
After calculating that there was still a profit of twenty, the stall owner shook his head helplessly.
"Wait a minute, I'll pay you a thousand for this blue and white porcelain vase."
This chapter has been completed!