Fujita's face turned ashen, but hesitated for a moment, and immediately knelt in front of Ryuhiko Fukuoka and lowered his head.

A foot in leather boots stepped on his head.

Under the shadow, the resentment in Fujita's eyes almost turned into substance, but his kneeling figure was motionless.

At this time, only a sound was heard slowly above his head.

"No matter what method you use, you will live if you get that house; if you can't get it, you will die if you can't."

Then Fukuoka Ryuhiko ignored Fujita Kumaji who was lying on the ground. He stood up straight and faced everyone in the office.

"Whoever dares to stop that commercial street is our Fukuoka group's enemy!"

“Oh oh oh oh !!!”

If the crowd raised their arms and shouted.

———————

Accompanied by a little nervous mood.

Under Qian Chen's gaze, the second hand walked the last round, the minute hand returned to zero, and the hour hand pointed to ‘10’.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

An invisible wave came. Although Qian Chen had no feeling, he instinctively sensed that some microsecond changes had occurred in the space he was in.

Swish!

Then the door of the restaurant was opened.

"Welcome!"

Qian Chen said almost subconsciously.

Just as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

What came in was a middle-aged man wearing a white-inch shirt, a suit casually placed on his shoulders, curly hair, and a sexy mustache on his chin.

His suit, white shirt, tie, and leather shoes on his feet are all privately customized products without brand labels and exquisitely crafted.

Patek Philippe on his wrist is the best, and it is the unique custom model. Qian Chen probably can buy the entire house with this watch alone.

You should know that their house is located in the downtown area of ​​Tokyo, with a valuation of more than 100 million yen. It can be almost 600 million to convert into Century coins.

But it is not as valuable as a watch in his hand.

The middle-aged man exuded a breath called "Hao".

The first guest to come to the door was such a rich man, which should have been a very lucky thing.

But Qian Chen seemed a little distressed.

Because of the guest's condition.

When he first walked into the restaurant, a strong smell of alcohol came to his nose, and his face turned even more flushed, and he was obviously drunk.

A rich man is definitely the most popular customer in the restaurant, but a drunk rich man is likely to be a big trouble.

People who are drunk will not reason with you.

Sure enough, the drunken tycoon opened his mouth and said the first thing he said was, "Give me a glass of whiskey without adding ice!"

Qian Chen showed a hint of helplessness on his face.

"Sorry, sir. We are a restaurant, not a bar."

Hearing Qian Chen's words, the middle-aged man suddenly widened his eyes with an incredible expression on his face.

"Hey! Boy, do you know who you are talking to?"

Qian Chen shook his head.

The middle-aged man pulled the tie open with his necklace and pointed his thumb at himself with a proud look on his face.

"Standing in front of you is the most successful and richest weapon merchant in the world, the most talented weapon designer, Mr. Tony Stark!"

Qian Chen didn't like his trick at all.

He raised his eyebrows and looked indifferent.

"so what?"

For Qian Chen, not to mention the world's most awesome weapons merchant, even the most awesome weapons merchant in the universe is just a passerby in the alien restaurant.

His status and his strength are meaningless here.

No matter who it is, when you enter the restaurant of the different dimension, you only have one identity - ordinary diners.

Tony Stark's face suddenly sank as he was shocked and his panicked expression was shocked.

"Call out your boss or manager."

I saw Tony Stark stretching out his finger and pointing Qian Chen's chest.

"Boy, please listen to me. I'm going to buy this restaurant now and let you get out!"

Qian Chen was immediately amazed and laughed. The relationship was about to start playing the money offensive.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark. I'm the owner and chef of this restaurant."

“…”

The scene was once very awkward.

But who is Tony Stark? His skin is famous for his thickness.

I saw him spread his hands.

"Well, it seems that Mr. Stark went out today without praying, so his luck was a bit bad."

Then he bent down slightly and patted Qian Chen on the shoulder hard.

"Boy, Mr. Tony remembers you."

Leaving this semi-threatening word, he turned around and walked towards the door.

Qian Chen shrugged, without any intention of retaining him.

Although the positive reviews of guests from different dimension restaurants are important.

But obviously a drunk, unreasonable, arrogant, and arrogant rich man is not listed here.

Just when Tony Stark was about to reach the door.

Gu!

His stomach suddenly started to scream.

As a result, his body suddenly tilted and fell to the side.

Fortunately, he quickly held the table beside him and did not fall.

"Damn!"

Tony Stark murmured in a low voice.

He felt his body be hollowed out.

My legs are a little weak and I feel a little unstable when walking.

This is not what Qian Chen has put on him in a buff.

Attend a party and party, just drink and don’t eat, then don’t sleep and have a few young models until midnight.

Unless it is an iron man, anyone else will turn into this soft-legged shrimp.

"Hey! Boy, don't stand there and watch. Since you are a restaurant, hurry up and get me some food, otherwise I'll complain to you!"

Qian Chen was immediately amazed and laughed.

Tony Stark looks like a mature middle-aged man on the outside, but still looks like a child who can't grow up inside.

Qian Chen was too lazy to bother with him and only treated him as an ordinary guest.

"Our store currently only offers 'small money fried', is it OK?"

"Xiao Qian Shengjian? What is that?"

Stark looked confused.

"It's just a fried bun, a Chinese pastry."

After listening to Qian Chen's explanation, Stark muttered in a low voice.

"I don't even have a burger. What a hell restaurant?"

Then he waved his hand impatiently.

"That's it, bring it up quickly, I'm almost starving to death."

"Hold on."

Qian Chen turned around and walked into the kitchen.

As for Tony, he sat down and muttered something in his mouth.

Qian Chen walked into the kitchen, took out the ingredients he needed, then washed his hands, and began to make the "Xiaoqian Shengjian".

Combine noodles, make buns skin, mix filling, make buns, fry...

Qian Chen's movements were extremely smooth, almost like a flowing cloud.

But this is also natural.

Reality plus training space, this dish alone has been done for at least a thousand times, and the steps and key points are completely entrenched in the body's muscle memory.

Less than thirty minutes.
Chapter completed!