The man sitting behind the desk is the real ruler of the Food City, Du Wenlong.

He has amazing cooking talent and amazing business acumen.

He once made the food street extremely brilliant and also made the food street fall into the abyss.

He built a food city and became the most prosperous food area in the university town. To this day, no one can surpass it.

He has won countless event trophys and is also called the chef's ghost hand by his colleagues.

The reason for this title is mainly because the food he cooks always tends to the dark style of cooking, using unexpected techniques to turn impossible ingredients into possibility, while attracting the taste buds of the eaters, making them unable to stop.

It is no exaggeration to say that whenever he wants to take action, the food city will be squeezed out by the guests, and the popularity is rare.

Once, he even launched a newly developed dish, which attracted most of the students from the sports university, which made many courses in the school that day go unwilling to be watched, which once made the school strongly dissatisfied. Later, after communication and negotiation, Du Wenlong agreed to choose holidays or weekends when launching new dishes in the future, so as not to affect students' academic performance.

Afterwards, in order to express his gratitude, the school allowed the Food City to regularly promote the public notice boards on campus. This kind of treatment is truly unprecedented.

In short, no matter how unbearable or even despicable Du Wenlong is in the eyes of the food street, it is undeniable that he is indeed a kitchen legend within the university town for nearly 20 years, and no one has surpassed it yet.

"Since you have an idea, I won't say much." Du Wenlong stood up. In the shadow, he was 1.9 meters tall. His strong figure gave people a strong sense of oppression and his calm eyes were full of offensiveness. Even Zhao Xiaokang did not dare to look at him for too long.

"Brother Long, I still don't understand something." Seeing that Du Wenlong was about to leave, Zhao Xiaokang suddenly said.

"you say."

"The geographical location of the food street has indeed hindered the development of our food city, and it is understandable to destroy it. But the question is, why did we move the food city after it is destroyed? To be honest, I don't think there is any need to do this at all. After all, the distance between the two places is not far, and you can get there in a few minutes." Zhao Xiaokang asked with his hands behind his head, holding a cigarette in his mouth.

It is a commercial need to destroy the food street, but it is really hard to understand that the food city he has worked hard to manage after it is destroyed. You must know that the food city has invested too much, not only financial and material resources, but also the passionate blood that Zhao Xiaokang has put on.

"I said that you will know the benefits of doing this at that time, and before that, I still said the same thing, I don't want anyone to know." After Du Wenlong said that, he opened the door and left, leaving Zhao Xiaokang with a wry smile.

He must have believed Du Wenlong, but the problem is that this kind of blind struggle is really uncomfortable.

Zhao Xiaokang squatted out the cigarette butts, and then the dim light in the room, he simply lay on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

This day was very exhausting for everyone.

…

At the corner of the corridor on the sixth floor of the Food City, Zhang Peng was pressing his back against the wall, holding his breath and not daring to make a sound.

His forehead was covered with sweat.

Just now, Zhang Peng, who originally wanted to come to Zhao Xiaokang to discuss the contents of the evening, unexpectedly heard the last conversation in the room!

At that moment, he felt guilty for no reason, so he took advantage of Du Wenlong's door to hide at the current corner before he opened the door.

He secretly popped his head and looked at the corridor outside, and happened to see a burly back entering the room at the end of the corridor.

That person is Du Wenlong!

"I really didn't expect that in the eyes of outsiders, all Zhao Xiaokang's actions were to make the food street disappear so that the food city could continue to expand its influence. But no one knew that their real purpose was to rebuild the food city on the ruins of the food street!"

Zhang Peng murmured to himself, this is really incredible.

He couldn't figure it out, and Zhao Xiaokang couldn't figure it out either. Maybe only Du Wenlong himself knew why in the whole world.

but..

Zhang Peng suddenly smiled, "If it is done well, this news will definitely be sold at a considerable price in Li Jianbang!"

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a feud between the Food Street and the Food City. Therefore, as long as Du Wenlong cannot achieve his wish, Li Jianbang will definitely be willing! As for what Li Jianbang will do after knowing the truth, it has nothing to do with him.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Peng couldn't help but licked his mouth, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and walked towards Zhao Xiaokang's office again after coming out of the corner.

Hesit...

Suddenly, before he could walk a few steps away, a few "sniffs" sounds came from his ears, which seemed to have poor plug contact and the old-fashioned radio signal was disturbed, which was very strange.

Immediately afterwards, all the corridor lights flashed violently, illuminating the entire corridor. Under such high frequency, the portraits hanging on the wall, the sculptures on the corridor, and the fluff on the carpet seemed to be alive, as if all kinds of strange eyes were staring at themselves blinking!

Zhang Peng was already guilty and was shocked by this scene. His scalp was numb and his heart was beating wildly.

Fortunately, everything goes quickly, in just a few seconds, and everything returns to normal.

"Maybe it was caused by the instability of the voltage." He looked at the portrait closest to him, painting a humanoid monster holding a bone spear. Its face had three pairs of red, green and white eyes of different colors, all of which were convex and a little scary.

In the distance of the monster, there were humans fleeing in a hurry. Some rolled on the ground, some were picking up their broken arms, and some were already in pools of blood, raising their hands as if they were asking for help, but no one extended a helping hand.

"There are some strange things in this painting. The painter's imagination is really rich." Zhang Peng felt cold in his vest.

It has to be said that this painting is not only realistic, but also vivid. Although it is known to be fake, it still makes him feel the cruelty of the monster and the despair and pain of the runaway.

"Wait, I remember there were no frames, sculptures, and carpets on the sixth floor before..." Zhang Peng frowned, "Is it that Mr. Du arranged it after going to participate in the competition in the morning? It was too fast, right? And... and I don't remember these things when I passed by just now... Maybe I didn't notice it at all."

He shook his head, thinking that it was because he didn't pay attention. After all, these things could not have suddenly changed, right? This idea was simply a fantasy.

After reorganizing his mood, Zhang Peng came to the door of Zhao Xiaokang's office and raised his hand to knock on the door gently, "Mr. Zhao."

There was a knock on the door echoing in the corridor, but no one in the room answered.

"Mr. Zhao?"

Zhang Peng continued to knock on the door, but after waiting for a long time, there was still no movement in the room.

"No, Mr. Zhao is obviously in the room!" He was silent for a moment, and just as he was about to knock on the door again, a breeze blew behind him, and he gently pulled his collar.

"Zhang Peng..."

At the same time, a gentle woman's voice sounded faintly, just like the breeze, also from behind her.

Um?

Zhang Peng was a little surprised and turned around and saw that the corridor was empty and there was no one at all.

"Zhang Peng...Come here..."

The woman's voice sounded again, as if it was far away, making people unable to understand the specific location.

"Who is calling me?" Zhang Peng said with his head twisted.

"Zhang Peng...Come here..."

The woman did not answer, and her voice was not turbulent, but she just repeated the previous content.

"I'll ask who you are."

Zhang Peng lowered his voice and shouted impatiently, for fear of affecting Du Wenlong in another room.

"Zhang Peng...Come here..."

"Damn it, it's endless, right?"

Zhang Peng was heartbroken. Seeing that there was still no movement in the office, he walked directly in the direction where the sound came.

bite.

The elevator not far away sounded a crisp electronic sound, and the white light shining on the corridor from the elevator was shrinking, and it was obvious that the elevator door was closing.

"Zhang Peng...Come here..."

This time, Zhang Peng heard it very clearly, and the sound came from the elevator.

"I asked me to come over, but I wanted to leave by the elevator. I clearly wanted to mess with me."

As soon as he thought of this, he suddenly accelerated toward the elevator. He wanted to see which boring woman was teasing him like this.

Bang.

Unfortunately, when his front foot just stepped on the elevator door, the elevator door was completely closed, but at the moment of closing, he vaguely saw a figure in the elevator, as if he was still wearing a crimson long skirt.

Zhang Peng did not give up and quickly pressed the control button, hoping to open the elevator door again.

Unfortunately, the elevator failed. The elevator was already operating. The arrow sign on the display screen was facing up, indicating that the elevator was going upstairs.

"I'm really sick." He slapped hard, too lazy to continue to pay attention. When he was about to turn around and leave, his body suddenly paused, and a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, causing his hair to stand upside down and froze in place!

Elevator upward?

His neck was like a clockwork, turning to the elevator panel, and found that the number on it was indeed displayed as ‘7’!

Seventh floor? How is it possible? There are only six floors in the Food City!

bite!

The electronic sound rang again, from the upstairs, then the sound of the elevator closing the door and the sound of the motor turning, but it was not the elevator that had just moved, but the second elevator!

Zhang Peng wanted to leave, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead and could not move. He could only watch the numbers on the panel change from '7' to '6', and then stopped with a tingling sound!

Stopped on the sixth floor!

Zhang Peng's body couldn't stop trembling, especially when the elevator door slowly opened, it shook like a sieve and could not control it at all.

rustle..

The elevator door opened wider and wider, and the white light in the corridor became wider. But until the elevator door was completely opened, no other thing was seen.

But who started the elevator? Who chose the sixth floor?

When too many questions were mixed together, Zhang Peng directly lost his ability to think. He supported the edge of the trash can between the two elevators with one hand, dragging his body hard to look into the second part, especially the blind spot in the field of vision, which was the focus of observation.

But I still saw nothing.

Many sweat beads appeared in the back of the neck because of excessive panic. These sweat beads gathered together and slid along the outside of the neck toward the clavicle, which was a little itchy.
To be continued...