Chapter Seventy-Five: Conspiracy

When the owner of this short and fat ramen restaurant saw the spring scale in Gong Yuze's hand, he immediately understood everything, and immediately, a brighter smile appeared on his face: "Oh, you see that when this kitchen is busy, it is inevitable that something will go wrong......"

After speaking, he instructed the little waiter to bring a white bowl: "I will quickly pick out the extra part, and it will definitely not delay the challenge of the two of you." The boss quickly picked out a large chopstick from each of the bowls.

"It's no problem this time, two of you. ”

Suddenly, the shopkeeper's face turned gloomy towards the kitchen, and he shouted, "You guys be careful, you can't make any more mistakes in your busyness!"

……

Ten minutes later, Gong Yuze got his fourth seal, and the young man in the black T-shirt stood up and held Gong Yuze's hand tightly: "Dude, thanks to you, why don't I have a little heart......"

Gong Yuze smiled and said, "Congratulations on clearing the pre-selection! ”

The owner of the ramen restaurant walked up to them again, and he held up his mobile phone and said to the two of them, "You two are awesome! It's also an honor for our restaurant to see our ramen shop today, so let's take a photo." ”

With that, he clicked the shutter.

……

Gong Yuze walked out of the ramen shop, and felt a little tired when he walked down the street, he didn't know if Superman would feel a little tired every time he saved the world.

He wanted to sit alone for a while, he walked a few dozen meters, and he sat down on the stone steps next to a parking lot.

He remembered the face of the ramen restaurant owner just now. Over the years, he had seen all sorts of faces of the hoteliers, with different expressions, but each face had some common characteristic, which was neither skin color nor countenance, and it melted their expressions, and finally they were no longer faces, but only hollow oval skin.

It suddenly occurred to him that he could not even hear the echo of the words reflected on his eardrums as he listened to the hoteliers, and that the words seemed to fall from the wall and hit the bulging stones halfway through, and each stone did not want to carry them, but threw them farther away, causing them to sway and bust, and sending them to the bottomless abyss that did not exist.

Gong Yuze opened his eyes, he was surprised that he had such a strange feeling.

……

At the headquarters of the Southern Big Stomach King Association, Gong Yuze's photo had already been received at this time, and Zhao Chen was the first to see Gong Yuze's photo: "What's the matter, he also participated in the preliminaries? ”

The staff member of the organizing committee, who was holding his mobile phone to show him the photo, asked, "Do you know him?

Zhao Chen immediately shook his head: "No." ”

The man nodded reassuringly. Since Zhao Chen entered the south, he has gradually become accustomed to this completely different life from before, and Manager Nian specially led him to see Jin Wanting once.

In his eyes, Jin Wanting is such a woman who is addicted to dictatorial politics, and this addiction is something that no other petty cause can bring her, such a strong woman, a president, actually showed a frequent smile when she saw Zhao Chen, which made Zhao Chen at a loss.

Jin Wanting also said a lot of encouraging words when they met, and every time Zhao Chen recalled these words, he felt like a warm spring breeze blowing on his face.

In this final, the association gave Zhao Chen a hard target: he can only win, not lose!

He has entered the special training stage since a month ago, and when he saw Gong Yuze's photo, he was holding a large pot in his hand, which was full of tomatoes and egg noodles, and there were five servings.

He saw Gong Yuze's face on the phone, and in his opinion, he just saw an opponent, and he picked up a large chopstick of tomato and egg noodles and stuffed them into his mouth. Only he knew that the special training of the Southern Association was much stricter and more demanding than that of the Northern Association.

All the players here not only have to go through the special training of the big stomach king, but also have a special brain training once a week.

The so-called special training of the mind is that the year manager leads the members to read aloud the rules of the association, and none of these young and strong members deliberately memorize these rules one by one, but when dozens of young men read them out in unison with a voice close to shouting, I have to say that they produce an irresistible force! This force burns all the people.

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Manager Nian also heard the news, and a nameless anger rose to his heart, this Gong Yuze actually came out to make trouble with himself here! He originally thought that in this short period of time, although he couldn't win 12 players, he was still sure of winning half of them.

I can rely on this credit to win a reward from Jin Wanting steadily. He felt that his strategy was foolproof, and notified all the designated merchants that as long as the fifth level challenge came to the store, they would be provided with pre-prepared food in the second half of the game.

But now this plan has been disturbed by Gong Yuze, a kid! Manager Nian was so angry by this sudden change that he had a headache.

He found a man, this person was the manager of another department of the Big Stomach King Association, the two of them had a very good personal relationship, and they always called each other brothers, this man started by pushing a trolley as a small trader, and at the age of 31 he had a small fortune and a small supermarket at the southern end of the shopping street near his home, and he successfully competed with a large merchant across the street, which was one of the many shops inherited by a large family with a large number of people.

Later, unfortunately, this person fell seriously ill, so he had to close his business and concentrate on curing.

This person has a lot of ideas, and there are often some unexpected tricks of Manager Nian, his surname is Zhong, and Manager Nian has always called him Brother Zhong.

After listening to the distress in front of Manager Nian's eyes, the man did not answer immediately, he stood up and paced around the desk, and from time to time raised his head to look out the window.

"If you don't work with this method...... There's one more trick......"

"Tell me quickly, what move?" Manager Nian stared at Brother Zhong's face with expectant eyes.

"Timer!" he said, gesturing his hand to the size of a timer.

"You mean to do it on the timer?"

"Don't you think this method is more noticeable than increasing the amount of food?"

Manager Nian hesitated, he didn't know if this method would work or not.

He leaned his head back on the sofa and said thoughtfully: "The players are not stupid, this method can only be tried......"