Fujita's face suddenly turned pale, but he only hesitated slightly, and immediately knelt down in front of Tatsuhiko Fukuoka and lowered his head.

A foot in a leather boot stepped on his head.

In the shadows, the resentment in Fujita's eyes almost turned into substance, but his kneeling figure remained motionless.

At this time, only a voice was heard slowly above him.

"Whatever you do. Get that house, you live; If you can't get it, you'll die. ”

Then Tatsuhiko Fukuoka ignored Kumaji Fujita, who was lying on the ground, and he straightened up, facing all the people in the office.

"Take that shopping street, whoever dares to stop it will be the enemy of our Fukuoka group!"

"Wow!!"

The crowd raised their arms and shouted.

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With a hint of apprehension.

Under Qian Chen's gaze, the second hand completed its last turn, the minute hand returned to zero, and the hour hand pointed to '10'.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

An invisible fluctuation came, and although Qian Chen didn't feel anything, he instinctively sensed that some kind of microsecond change had occurred in the space he was in.

Swish!

Then the door to the restaurant was opened.

"Welcome!"

Qian Chen said almost subconsciously.

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

Walking in was a middle-aged man in a white shirt, a suit with chic shoulders, curly hair, and a sexy mustache on his chin.

The suit, white shirt, tie on his body, including the pair of leather shoes on his feet, are all private custom products with no brand label and fine workmanship.

The Patek Philippe on the wrist is the most bespoke of them all, and it is a unique bespoke model. Qian Chen estimated that just this watch could buy their entire house.

You must know that their house is located in the downtown area of Tokyo, and the valuation has exceeded 100 million yen. Converted into Celestial Empire coins, there are almost six or seven million.

But it's not as valuable as a watch in someone's hand.

This middle-aged man simply exudes an aura called 'Howe' all over his body.

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

But Qian Chen seemed a little distressed.

Because of the state of this guest.

As soon as he walked into the restaurant, a strong smell of alcohol hit his nose, and his face was even more flushed, obviously drunk high.

A local tyrant guest is definitely the most popular customer of the restaurant, but a local tyrant who is drunk is likely to be a big problem.

People who are drunk don't reason with you.

Sure enough, the first thing the drunken tyrant said when he opened his mouth was "Have a glass of whiskey, no ice!" ”

Qian Chen showed a trace of helplessness on his face.

"I'm sorry, sir. We're in a restaurant, not a bar. ”

Hearing Qian Chen's words, the middle-aged man's eyes widened suddenly, with an expression of disbelief.

"Hey! Boy, do you know who you're talking to!? ”

Qian Chen shook his head.

The middle-aged man ripped off the tie at the neckline and pointed at himself with his thumb with a proud face.

"Standing in front of you is the most successful and wealthy weapons dealer in the world, the most talented weapons designer, Mr. Tony Stark!"

Qian Chen didn't eat him at all.

He raised an eyebrow, looking impassive.

"So what?"

For Qian Chen, not to mention the world's best weapon merchant, even the best weapon merchant in the universe is just a passerby in the restaurant of another dimension.

His position, his strength means nothing here.

No matter who it is, when you enter a restaurant in another dimension, you have only one identity - an ordinary diner.

Tony Stark, who was waiting to see Qian Chen's shocked and flustered expression, suddenly sank.

"Call your boss or manager out."

I saw Tony Stark stretch out his finger and tap Qianchen's chest.

"Boy, listen to me. I'm going to buy this restaurant now and fuck you off! ”

Qian Chen suddenly couldn't cry or laugh, feeling that he was starting to play money offensive.

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

“。。。”

The scene was very awkward for a while.

But Tony Stark is a man who is notoriously thick-skinned.

I saw him spread out his hands.

"Well, it looks like Mr. Stark didn't go out today to pray, so he was a little unlucky."

Then he bent down slightly and patted Qian Chen's shoulder hard.

"Boy, Mr. Tony remembers you."

Leaving this half-threatening remark, he turned and walked towards the door.

Qian Chen shrugged his shoulders, without any intention of retaining.

Although the good reviews of the guests of the restaurant in different dimensions are important.

But apparently a drunk, unreasonable, arrogant, arrogant rich man is not among them.

Just as Tony Stark was about to walk to the door.

Mutter!

His stomach suddenly growled.

Even his body suddenly tilted and fell to the side.

Fortunately, he quickly grabbed the table next to him and didn't fall.

"Hell!"

Tony Stark muttered quietly.

He felt his body hollowed out.

My legs are a little weak, and I am a little unsteady when I walk.

It's not that Qian Chen gave him any buff.

Participate in a party, only drink and not eat, and then don't sleep and a few tender models hehehehe

Unless it's an iron man, anyone who changes it will become this soft-footed shrimp.

"Hey! Boy, don't stand there and watch, since you're a restaurant here, hurry up and get me something to eat, or I'll be careful if I complain about you! ”

Qian Chen suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.

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

Qian Chen didn't bother to bother with him, and only treated him as an ordinary guest.

"At present, our store only provides 'small money raw fried', is it okay?"

"Fried with little money? What is that? ”

Stark looked confused.

"It's fried buns, a kind of Chinese pastry."

After listening to Qian Chen's explanation, Stark muttered quietly.

"There's not even a burger, what the hell is this restaurant."

Then he waved his hand impatiently.

"That's it, hurry up and bring it up, I'm dying of hunger."

"Wait a minute."

Qian Chen turned around and walked into the kitchen.

Tony, on the other hand, sat down, muttering something in his mouth.

Qian Chen walked into the kitchen, took out the ingredients he needed, then washed his hands, and began to make 'Xiao Qian Shengfried'.

Noodles, make bun skins, adjust fillings, wrap buns, fry...

Qian Chen's movements were extremely smooth, and it could almost be said that he was like a cloud of peers.

But it's also a matter of course.

Reality and training space, this dish alone has been done thousands of times, to say the least, and the steps and points are completely more rooted in the body's muscle memory.

Less than thirty minutes.

With a squeak! The sound of fat jumping, a pot of fragrant fried buns is baked.