Yang Chen's words once again detonated the entire venue.
Even the corner of Zhuge Qingyun's mouth, who was standing on the ring, twitched slightly. To be honest, in the years since he served as the president of the Donghai City Martial Arts Association, no one has ever dared to be so disrespectful, let alone say that he has poor qualifications.
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After hearing too much flattery and then hearing the truth, I always feel a little uncomfortable inside.
However, this kind of discomfort is an instinctive reaction to leaving the comfort zone. Zhuge Qingyun quickly adjusted his mentality. Looking at Yang Chen walking away, he quickly shouted: "The game continues!"
Finished.
Zhuge Qingyun came down from the ring and left the venue following Yang Chen under everyone's attention.
"Old Liu, it seems that Zhuge Qingyun attaches great importance to Yang Chen."
Xie Kui withdrew his gaze and said solemnly.
"This Yang Chen does have extraordinary abilities, but to be able to put Zhuge Qingyun down like this, does it mean that his martial arts cultivation has reached innate level?"
Liu Jie lowered his voice and asked tentatively.
"innate!"
Hearing these two words, Xie Kui's eyes suddenly tightened, revealing an incredulous look, and immediately shook his head: "This is absolutely impossible, how many innate martial arts warriors can there be in the entire Chinese Martial Arts Association, Yang Chen is only twenty
For many years, this is absolutely impossible."
At this moment, Yang Chen had already left the gate martial arts gym, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit one, opened the car door and prepared to get in the car and leave.
"Mr. Yang, please wait."
When he got into the car, an old and powerful voice came from behind him.
Turning his head, he saw Zhuge Qingyun quickly approaching, accompanied by Wang Pu.
"Is there anything else President Zhuge wants to do?"
"If you ask me to be the president of the Chinese Martial Arts Association, I really have no interest."
Yang Chen looked at the two people walking over and smiled bitterly.
It's not that he is a big name, but he has lived in the mountains since he was a child. If he hadn't come down from the mountain this time, he wouldn't have known how happy he was with spending money.
He has a lazy temperament and doesn't like to be restrained, nor does he like to restrain others. This kind of job as president is considered an honor by Xie Kui and others, but for Yang Chen, an innate master, it is better to go home and masturbate
Dogs are so happy playing.
"With Mr. Yang, a congenital martial arts master, he will naturally not be interested in the position of president. It is precisely because of these common things that I have delayed my martial arts practice in recent years. It has been forty years, and I am just about to finish it.
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"Mr. Yang, for the sake of my sincerity, could you give me some advice?"
Zhuge Qingyun clasped his fists and bowed, and Wang Pu, as a closed disciple, also clasped his fists quickly, feeling extremely shocked.
Wang Pu is not stupid. From Zhuge Qingyun's words, it can be heard that the carefree young man in front of him is actually in the legendary innate realm!
"this……"
Yang Chen squinted his eyes and looked at Zhuge Qingyun who was eager for martial arts in his eyes. He nodded after a long time: "You are not in good health. After you finish your competition, find a time to come to Qingshan Village or Jisheng Hall to find me.
, I will adjust it for you, maybe there is a glimmer of hope, otherwise you won’t be able to live for a few more years.”
"Mr. Yang, my master is physically strong, you..."
When Wang Pu heard this, he lost his composure and was about to fight back, but was stopped by Zhuge Qingyun.
"Thank you, Mr. Yang. I will definitely pay you a visit personally."
A trace of surprise flashed in Zhuge Qingyun's eyes, and he quickly clasped his fists.
His hidden physical ailments are the sequelae of excessive practice of martial arts when he was young. This is also the reason why he has not reached the innate realm for forty years. Unexpectedly, Yang Chen saw through it at a glance.
With this ability, Zhuge Qingyun is enough to believe that Yang Chen can let him break through the innateness he dreams of.
"Go back!"
Yang Chen said hello, got in the car, put on his sunglasses handsomely, stepped on the accelerator and left the gate martial arts gym.
"Master, is this Yang Chen a little too arrogant?"
Wang Pu couldn't help but ask.
"Mr. Yang has the capital to be arrogant, so why not be arrogant!"
Zhuge Qingyun squinted his eyes, looked at the BMW x5 going away, and said solemnly, with a hint of thinking in his eyes.
…
Yang Chen, who left the Damen Martial Arts Hall, did not stop for much, and arrived at Ning County at a brisk pace along the way.
"What kind of national martial arts competition, not even a bite of rice."
Yang Chen held a cigarette in his mouth and watched the cars passing by outside the window. His stomach growled a little because of hunger, and he murmured: "Okay, let's go to Su's Restaurant for a bite to eat first."
He operated the steering wheel with one hand, stepped on the accelerator in a handsome manner, and headed in the direction of Su's Restaurant.
It was already 3:30 in the afternoon. After passing the hotel, there were still several tables of guests in the lobby on the first floor of Su's Restaurant. The fragrant smell of herbal chicken made Yang Chen even more hungry, and he even felt his legs trembling a little.
"Brother Yang, you are here."
As soon as he opened the door and walked in, Guo Qian, who was playing with her cell phone at the front desk, quickly stood up and came over to greet her.
"Tell the chef to make some food as soon as possible. I'm starving to death."
Yang Chen casually took a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator next to him and drank it in one gulp.
"Xiaolan, let the chef cook some food, the sooner the better."
Guo Qian saw that Yang Chen was really hungry and shouted to a waiter.
"Where are you, Sister Su?"
Yang Chen looked at the hall on the first floor and said.
"In the office on the second floor, a person just came, claiming to be a five-star chef. After talking to Sister Su for a few words, he went upstairs. I guess he is here to apply for a job."
Guo Qian said.
"Okay, I'll go up and take a look. The meal is ready and delivered to the office."
Yang Chen nodded and went up to the second floor with a cigarette in his mouth.
Arriving at the door of Su Xueer's office, Yang Chen knocked on the door as usual, and then pushed the door open and walked in: "I heard from Guo Qian that you want to hire a chef? Is it the executive chef of the Donghai City flagship store?"
"Brother Yang, why are you here? At noon, I went to Qingshan Village to pull the herbal chicken. My sister-in-law said you went to Donghai City to participate in some competition."
Su Xueer, who was sitting on the office chair, looked at Yang Chen who pushed in the door, stood up and walked over, smiling.
"It's a boring competition, just have fun. If you're hungry, come over and have a meal. I'll take a look at you and ask about the progress of the flagship store."
"Is this the chef you want to recruit?"
As Yang Chen said that, his eyes fell on a fat man of two hundred pounds on the sofa, but he looked different from ordinary cooks. He was well-dressed and his eyes were quite sharp.
The two people looked at each other, and the fat man stood up slowly, stretched out his hand, and said seriously: "I guess this is Mr. Yang Chen, right?"
"Am I so famous?"
Yang Chen bared his teeth and smiled, shaking hands with the cook.
"certainly."
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Huang Xuedong, the executive chef of Shuanglin Group's catering department."
Huang Xuedong said solemnly.
"What's going on? Is Shuanglin Group unable to continue? Even the executive chef is leaving our Su Family Restaurant. To be honest, you have a good sense."
Yang Chen glanced at Su Xueer, then gave Huang Xuedong a thumbs up and praised.
"Well...he's not here to apply for a job. Don't listen to Guo Qian's nonsense."
Amelia Su looked a little unnatural and said.
"oh?"
When Yang Chen heard this, he raised his brows slightly, lit a cigarette and sat on the sofa nearby: "Since Chef Huang is not here to apply for a job, is he here to cause trouble on behalf of Shuanglin Group?"
"Mr. Yang, I'm just here to deliver an invitation."
Huang Xuedong's eyes flashed with disdain and coldness, and he handed the invitation on the table to Yang Chen: "Mr. Yang can take a look. If you really can't send anyone, just admit defeat then. It won't be embarrassing. After all...
…Looking at the entire Donghai City, the top culinary skills are still in our Shuanglin Group.”
Yang Chen crossed his legs, opened the invitation letter, took a look at it, threw it on the table, and curled his lips: "I just participated in a Chinese martial arts competition, and now there is a God of Cooking competition, what the hell. Okay, I
Just admit that you are the God of Cooking, your Shuanglin Group is a God of Cooking from the cleaning staff to the boss. If you have nothing to do, leave as soon as possible!"