Chapter 155: Lao Wang BBQ
On the screen, the surveillance footage from Genting Highlands remained stable. Zhao Chen seemed to have stood there long enough. He put down his water cup, picked up the Shiba Inu thermos, and turned, seemingly about to leave the kitchen. That calm figure was the final straw that broke Gu Qianqian's nerves.
"Ah——!!" A shrill and extremely desperate scream once again resounded through the VIP ward.
At the other end of Haicheng, Room 1601, Building 1, Genting Highlands Villa.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the ever-bright starry sky of Haicheng was visible. Inside, the lights were bright and the warmth was cozy, completely isolating the prosperity outside from the despair in the ward.
The open kitchen is filled with the faint sweet aroma of honey and the lingering aroma of high-quality olive oil.
Zhao Chen stood at the counter, carefully placing the insulated food container with the adorable Shiba Inu logo printed on it into a thick, professional-looking insulated bag also emblazoned with the Shiba Inu logo. He zipped it shut, a perfect fit.
Lin Feng appeared silently in the kitchen, holding a thin folder in his hand. He stood straight and spoke in a very low voice, clearly reporting news that was enough to shake the entire Haicheng business community:
"Mr. Chen, the Port of Rotterdam has confirmed that all seven ships have been seized. The pretext is compelling, and the evidence is complete. Gu's Shipping's cash flow will be completely cut off within 72 hours."
The partners and material suppliers of several of Gu's core real estate projects had just collectively sent letters, demanding early payment or a halt to supply. After leaving the hospital, Gu Changhai went directly to the group's headquarters and convened an emergency board meeting, but…"
Lin Feng's lips curled up in a cold arc, "Several major shareholders have clearly stated that they want to withdraw their investment to protect themselves. The meeting ended in a bad mood."
Zhao Chen's movements remained uninterrupted, as if Lin Feng had only reported on tomorrow's weather. He picked up the heavy Shiba Inu thermal bag and tapped its smooth surface with his fingertips, producing two crisp "thumps."
"Yeah." He replied calmly, without any emotion. "It's time to collect the interest."
His gaze fell on the Shiba Inu pattern with a silly smile on the thermal bag. The cold sharpness in his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses quietly faded away, replaced by an extremely subtle, almost helpless softness.
Lin Feng understood and immediately said, "Madam's location has been locked. Emotional monitoring... is fluctuating violently." He paused and added, "Anger level, MAX."
Zhao Chen sighed almost inaudibly, as light as the brush of a feather. He picked up the thermal bag, turned, and walked steadily toward the entrance.
"Prepare the car." A deep voice sounded, with a clear goal, "Go to the barbecue stall downstairs from Su Xiao's house."
Lin Feng immediately bowed: "Yes, Mr. Chen. The car is downstairs."
Zhao Chen walked to the entrance and changed into a pair of casual shoes that looked ordinary but were actually custom-made. As he bent down, the warm yellow spotlight in the entrance clearly illuminated the back of his left earlobe—a tiny Shiba Inu head imprint, dotted with special ink and almost blending into his skin tone.
That is the mark of the highest authority member of the "Bankrupt Pancake Man Foundation".
He opened the door and found a dedicated elevator that led directly to the private underground garage. He disappeared through the door, carrying the Shiba Inu cooler bag containing the honey-smoke fried egg.
In the kitchen, on the countertop, the glass Zhao Chen had just drunk from still stood there, a clear trace of water still visible at the bottom. Next to it was the phone he had casually tossed onto the countertop.
The phone screen lit up silently.
On the screen, Yu Ling's latest location was clearly visible - the "Lao Wang BBQ" stall downstairs from Su Xiao's house, where smoke curled around the walls and people bustled around.
Haicheng Old Town, 12:30 midnight.
The neon sign of "Lao Wang BBQ" flickered stubbornly in the night, and the strong aroma of cumin, chili powder mixed with oil roasted over charcoal dominated the entire alley.
Plastic tables and chairs are crookedly crowded on the sidewalks. The sounds of finger-guessing games, clinking glasses, sizzling oil pans, and the boss's energetic shouts merge into a lively symphony of the city.
At the third greasy folding table, Yu Ling and Su Xiao sat opposite each other.
A mountain of bamboo sticks lay before Yu Ling, and a few empty beer bottles lay scattered at her feet. She wasn't drunk, but her usually bright eyes now burned with dim flames, fixed on the dancing blue flames of the grill. Holding a bunch of roasted chicken wings, she unconsciously poked at the pile of chili powder on the plate, with such force that it seemed as if the chili powder were Gu Qianqian's false face.
She was still wearing her professional suit from after get off work, and her delicate makeup seemed a little out of place in the smoky atmosphere of the barbecue stall, making her suppressed anger look like a volcano about to erupt.
"Fuck! I'm so angry!" Su Xiao took a big gulp of ice beer, but the cold liquid couldn't extinguish the anger in her heart.
"Lingzi, you haven't seen what those idiots on the internet are saying! 'Yu Ling deserves it' and 'No fly bites an egg without a crack'! Bullshit! That psychopath Gu Qianqian acted out her own madness, so why should all the blame be placed on you? The trending searches keep popping up and down like whack-a-mole! Where's Zhao Chen? Isn't he capable? Why did you just let that crazy woman throw dirty water at you? His damn Pancake Man Foundation is just a decoration?"
Su Xiao grew increasingly angry as she spoke, slamming her beer bottle down on the table, shaking the roasted leeks. She felt a pang of heartache at Yu Ling's silence and repression, nearly breaking the bamboo skewers.
"Lingzi, speak up! Don't hold it in! We can't hold it in!" Su Xiao leaned forward, lowered his voice, and looked at him intently:
"That crazy bitch Gu Qianqian will definitely be punished this time! Does she really think we're pushovers?"
Yu Ling finally raised her eyes, and the fire in her eyes almost burned Lidya Su.
She didn't say anything, but just stabbed the grilled chicken wing in her hand into the plate! The sharp bamboo skewer snapped and broke! The half bamboo skewer was inserted diagonally into the grilled wing, like stabbing into someone's heart.
"She's looking for death." These three words squeezed out from between Yu Ling's clenched teeth, with ice chips on them and frighteningly cold.
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