At ten o'clock in the evening, Huang Xiaobei and others were in the presidential suite.
Facing the crowd, Karl put his hands behind his back and sighed softly, "The matter has come to this, and we have no other choice but to put all our hopes on the fight for the sacred artifact."
Touching his chin, Karl said thoughtfully, "After the last game tomorrow, the awards ceremony will also be held simultaneously. Although the demon party may not directly snatch the sacred artifact in public, we must also do everything possible.
Prepare."
Karl pointed to the five silver-white action boxes on the dining table and said, "The necessary equipment has been sent to us by the academy. The game starts tomorrow night, and everyone must be ready for battle. I have a hunch that the devil's party will be there the day after tomorrow at the latest.
I won’t be able to hold it any longer.”
After saying that, Karl looked at Chu Zifeng, "Zifeng, how is your health?"
Chu Zifeng leaned against the wall with his arms folded, and said coldly as always, "It's okay."
"Okay, then you will be the key to our victory." Karl turned to look at Huang Xiaobei, "Senior, you don't need to have any big burden tomorrow, just compete well and leave everything to us."
Hearing this, Huang Xiaobei rolled his eyes, looking mischievous, but immediately returned to his nonchalant manner and smiled, "Easy to say, I'll definitely lose tomorrow."
Karl glanced at Huang Xiaobei. For some reason, he always felt that the meaning of Huang Xiaobei's words was a little strange.
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After Carl took Chu Zifeng out of Huang Xiaobei's room, the special commissioner looked around with a stern look, then he hooked his hand at Lao Wei and Tang Seng and said, "Come on, you two come over."
Tang Seng and Lao Wei looked at him in surprise, "What are you doing?"
"What are you doing in the bathroom?" As the commissioner said, he dragged Tang Seng and Wei Silin into the bathroom, leaving only Brother Maozi and Wang Erming staring at the three people in bewilderment, not knowing what they were doing.
After running into the bathroom and locking the door, Huang Xiaobei looked at Tang Seng and Weslin, his eyes bright and said, "Do you know where I just came back from?"
"Um, I don't know."
"VIP room! I just came back from the VIP room!"
"Then what?" Tang Senghu asked.
Huang Xiaobei's eyes gleamed as he said, "You know, the odds between me and Zheng Hongda tomorrow are actually three to one!"
"Isn't this normal? How many people can buy you in these two days? Aren't they all going to buy Zheng Hongda?" Tang Seng shrugged.
But looking at Huang Xiaobei's excited face, Weslin suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, "Xiaobei, what do you want to do? Don't you think again..."
Huang Xiaobei made a silent gesture, "Keep your voice down, damn, don't let others hear you."
"Good fellow, didn't you say you would never gamble again? Why did this start again? Tsk tsk, as expected." Tang Seng looked at the commissioner with a look that said I was not too surprised.
Huang Xiaobei clapped his hands hard, "Are you stupid? Are you stupid? Let me ask you, can I win the game tomorrow?"
"Don't even think about it."
"That's right! So we can't let go of such a good opportunity to make money! Think about it, we're going to lose in the end anyway, so why don't we take the opportunity to make more money back!"
Tang Seng thought about it for a moment, "But Zheng Hongda's odds are so low, he won't make much money even if he wins."
"So I'm ready to give it a try! Buy more, and the more you buy, the more you win!"
"How to fight?" Tang Monk wondered.
"Go and borrow two million from Mr. Liu."
"What are you talking about?" Lao Wei's eyes widened in fright, "Borrow two million from Mr. Liu... Fuck you, are you going to borrow a loan shark, Xiaobei? What if you lose?
How to fix it!"
Huang Xiaobei stomped his feet angrily, "Tomorrow is the final! Tomorrow I will compete in person, how can I lose? Why should I lose? Anyway, the holy weapon has nothing to do with you, so we can just borrow money to buy more for each other.
Wouldn’t it be nice to take a dozen or two hundred thousand home happily?”
Tang Seng thought for a moment, then turned around and led Lao Wei out of the bathroom, "I'll lend you some money. By the way, give me your ID card."
"Take it quickly, take it quickly." Huang Xiaobei happily handed his ID card to Tang Seng, "Baldhead, please, please. After all, you also know that the current relationship between me and the Qinghong Gang is not good.
, I’m too embarrassed to borrow it in person, but now I’m counting on you and Lao Wei. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely get the money I win without you!”
Without saying much, Tang Seng took Weslin and went to borrow a loan shark from Huang Xiaobei. How can I say it, it is indeed very reliable. Huang Xiaobei will lose tomorrow anyway, why not win some money to spend on the way?
ah?
After humming a tune and walking out of the toilet, the special correspondent met Brother Maozi who was staring at him suspiciously, "Senior, what are you telling Senior Weslin and the others to whisper that you can't let me know?"
Huang Xiaobei quickly waved his hand, "No, no, don't worry, the senior will buy you some wine in two days."
Brother Maozi looked at Huang Xiaobei in surprise as he walked and jumped to the sofa in the living room to watch TV. He didn't understand why this guy was so happy suddenly? Did he pick up money?
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Eight o'clock in the evening the next day.
Huang Xiaobei, dressed in a white chef's outfit, stood in front of his chef's workbench. Facing the audience and reporters, the correspondent proudly adjusted his chef's hat.
How can I put it this way? I’m such a genius! Buy yourself and lose? Sure, absolutely sure! If I’m not wrong, I can earn more than 200,000 yuan if I spend these two million dollars. Haha, the rent and goods payment are all in full.
Got it! Damn genius!
Thinking of this, Huang Xiaobei looked at Master Zheng Hongda who was standing opposite him with his eyes closed and meditating. He saw that Master Zheng had closed his eyes and meditated like a master since he entered the venue. He didn't say a word, even when reporters interviewed him.
Reluctant to say anything, Huang Xiaobei secretly gave him a thumbs up, wondering if such a talent deserves to be called a God of Cooking! Look at his momentum, it would be a waste to be called a God of Cooking!
Soon, the time came to eight o'clock. Due to President Liu's unwellness, Dongfang Qing took on the role of chief judge of the finals of this individual competition. Facing all the guests at the scene, Dongfang Qing and several judges beside him
After communicating in a low voice, he stood up with a smile and took the microphone in his hand and announced.
"The good time has come. Now I announce that the finals of the fifth individual cooking competition will now begin. The two teams will be Master Zheng Hongda from Junyi Hotel and Master Huang Xiaobei from Tianlong Hotel."
Warm applause rang out, and Tang Monk Wei Silin in the audience shouted as if he had been beaten to death, "Come on Xiaobei! You are our hope! Lose, you must lose!"
The guests around looked at the two idiots in surprise, thinking, are you so cheering?
After the applause gradually disappeared, Dongfang Qing continued, "This individual competition requires the preparation of a hot dish, a cold dish, and a dessert. There is no limit to the types of themes, but the requirements must reflect the three words of fish culture. Now the competition is official.
start."
As soon as he heard the words "fish culture", the commissioner rushed to the display cabinet without saying a word and began to select his ingredients. Don't say anything else. Men are here to lose. How disgusting is that? That's right.
The ingredients are only stale, and the ingredients are placed in ridiculous ways. That’s right, I’m shameless. I’m so shameless for money!
Rushing to two large water tanks full of water, he stared at the various sea and river fish swimming slowly in the water tanks. The special correspondent searched for a long time, then pointed to a carp with its stomach turned upside down and said, "That's it.
Fish it out for me."
The guy in charge of fishing at the Donghuang Hotel stared straight in his eyes, scratched his head and said, "Master, are you talking about the crucian carp next to this carp?"
"No, just that carp."
"But, it's all dead..."
"Nonsense, I don't want to live anymore."
Under the shocked eyes of his younger brother, Huang Xiaobei happily ran back to the workbench with his dead carp and started cooking.
First, the special correspondent removed all the fish scales from the carp, then the special correspondent took out rice and eggs, then the special correspondent started making egg fried rice, and finally the special correspondent poured the fish scales into the pot...
...
Carl and Master Sun in the audience immediately widened their eyes, "What is this kid doing? Fish scale fried rice? What kind of dark cuisine is this?"
Dongfang Qing at the judges' table opened her mouth in a daze, wondering what Huang Xiaobei wanted to do? Should he just let go and play if he knew he was going to lose?
Amid the surprise and discussion in the audience, the special correspondent heatedly fried his fish scale fried rice. When he was done, he reached out and picked up half a bottle of old vinegar and poured it in, followed by pouring most of a jar of salt into it.
Streams of black gas have been emitted from the special agent's pot. Facing the increasingly disgusting and bizarre smell in the pot, Huang Xiaobei had a cunning smile on his face, laughing like a villain.
With.
"Grandma, you're going to lose, you're going to lose! I don't believe you can still win? Hahaha, two hundred thousand, two hundred thousand, here I come, two hundred thousand! Wait, is there something missing?
By the way, why did you forget about the internal organs of the fish? Hurry up and put them all in the pot. My dear, after finishing this plate of fried rice, the judges won’t scold me. I have eight generations of ancestors and I don’t even have the surname Huang!”
At this time, just as the commissioner who was so excited that he was trembling all over began to disembowel the carp and take out the internal organs in order to make more disgusting dark dishes, he stood in front of his workbench and had been doing it since the beginning of the competition.
Master Zheng Hongda, who had closed his eyes to relax, suddenly opened his sharp eyes.
Under everyone's attention, Master Zheng Hongda arrived at the center of the field in two steps. With an overwhelming aura, he looked at the judges with his head held high.
Facing Master Zheng Hongda's serious expression, everyone present understood in their hearts that the reason Master Zheng hadn't cooked until now, and even walked to the center of the venue to look directly at the judges, was because he was competing on the same stage with a trash like Huang Xiaobei.
It lowers people's status.
Yes, he is a triple crown champion, but he is competing with someone like Huang Xiaobei? Isn’t this insulting?
Seeing that Master Zheng seemed to want to protest against the judges and to compete on the same stage with a person who practices cooking like himself! Huang Xiaobei was so happy that he almost didn’t know his last name. Okay, okay, uncle, hurry up.
Protest, it’s better to disqualify me directly, then...
The next second, Master Zheng Hongda was facing the judges' table, his expression was extremely serious, and he slowly uttered three words, "I abstain."
"Bang." The frying spoon in Huang Xiaobei's hand fell to the ground...