Chapter 285 The back of the knife, the back of the knife!

Chapter 285 The back of the knife, the back of the knife!

"What are you arguing about? I'm sorry I forgot my words when we pee together."

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"Can I dance and say it?"

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"Why are you fighting? Let's do it together."

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When Zheng Jirong and others saw this scene upstairs, they smiled at the Twelve Young Masters and said, "It's true that one person's feng shui nourishes another person. You young and Dangerous boys in Temple Street are really interesting."

"this."

The Twelve Young Masters smiled awkwardly and explained to him: "Actually, these people can't be called young and Dangerous. They are all the owners of street stalls. It's just that they will inevitably become confused after doing business together for a long time. Some frictions and conflicts arose, so different factions were formed."

He pointed at the tall and tall "Shunfeng Er" in front of the team and said: "This guy's name is A Jian. He is the owner of Jianji Food Stall. He specializes in making piss shrimps. The buck-toothed girl with the scar on her face sells offal noodles." , Brother Rong, don’t look at her ugly appearance, but she is actually quite famous in Temple Street.”

"I've heard a little bit about double-knife turkeys."

At this time, the game of searching for people below was almost done. After listening twice, Ajian finally found out the person behind the team who secretly called him a fool. To everyone's expectation, this person turned out to be Stephen Zhou!

Twelve Rare frowned slightly. He grew up on Temple Street since he was a child. He knew better than anyone that these vendors were not easy to mess with, especially Uncle Jian. I heard that he also used to hang out on the street when he was young. He was nicknamed Ciyun. Shanshisan Taibao.

Stephen Zhou will definitely not end well if he offends him in front of so many people this time.

"Brother Rong, do we want it?"

"Of course, let's go down together."

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street.

A group of people pressed down on Stephen Zhou's body and pressed his right hand on the table.

Ajian pointed a kitchen knife at him and cursed angrily: "You have such a bad mouth, you are so talkative! You tell yourself, do you want your little finger or your thumb?"

Stephen Zhou looked at the kitchen knife very close to him in horror, and stammered: "Hands...are your fingernails okay?!"

"You dare to trick me?!"

A Jian was furious when he heard this. He aimed at Stephen Zhou's finger and waved the kitchen knife in his hand to chop it off!

call out!

At this moment, a stone suddenly flew from not far away and hit the kitchen knife accurately, breaking it into several pieces!

Turkey breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this. In fact, she had already discovered that the man on the table was her idol, the God of Cookery. At the moment when the knife struck, she was about to catch A Jian's knife with her bare hands. Unexpectedly, there was someone Faster than her!

"ah!!!"

At this time, Stephen Zhou under the table suddenly screamed in pain. Although he was lucky that his finger was not broken, the blade that was broken into several pieces fell directly on the back of his hand!

"You are screaming, what hit your hand was the back of the knife!"

"Huh? Is it really the back of a knife?"

Stephen Zhou opened his eyes and saw that, as expected, although there was a slight pain in his hand, there was no wound at all.

"whispering sound"

Ajian glared at Queen Stephen Zhou, raised his eyes and looked solemnly at the few people walking out of the restaurant in front of him. He had never seen the tall and upright figure at the front, but the person following him

"Young Master Twelve?!"

"Ajian," the Twelve Young Masters looked at him seriously and said, "Don't be so impulsive in doing things in the future! Others just casually said that they were stupid, and you are going to chop off their hands. Are you a member of society?!"

"No, no," A Jian quickly waved his hand and said with a smile, "How can I be a high-profile person in society? I'm just scaring this guy. You are the only high-profile person in Temple Street, my second brother."

"Holy shit, you guy"

Just when A Jian stepped forward to greet the Twelve Young Masters and the others, Stephen Zhou raised his eyes and carefully looked at the group of people who had rescued him. He had never seen or heard of the Twelve Young Masters, but when he saw When he reached the leading figure in front of the Twelve Young Masters, his expression tightened.

Huasheng Town Guanxi? !

Why is he here?

Stephen Zhou had met Zheng Jirong at some business events before when he was still bankrupt, but the two of them had no interaction with each other because they were in different industries.

However, although he was not familiar with him, Stephen Zhou knew very well how powerful the man in front of him was on Hong Kong Island. Did he want to save me?

When he thought of the rumor that Guan Xi loved his brothers but not gold, he couldn't help but tighten his anus and lift his buttocks instantly.

"Second brother, since you joined Heliansheng and your business has grown, you rarely come to Temple Street to chat with old neighbors like us." After Ajian joked for a few words, he glanced at Zheng Jirong, who was smiling and curious. Asked: "Who is this gentleman?"

"This is my boss. Why, you don't usually read newspapers?" Young Master Twelve replied to him.

"boss?"

After thinking for a while, Ajian's eyes suddenly opened and he said, "Mr. Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng?!"

"Hello."

After Zheng Jirong nodded to him, he walked directly past him and walked in front of Stephen Zhou, "It's been a long time, Mr. Zhou, do you still recognize me?"

Stephen Zhou raised his head cautiously, glanced at Zheng Jirong, then shook his head quickly and said, "I don't know him. Did you recognize the wrong person for this gentleman?"

"Yeah?"

Hearing this, Zheng Jirong shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly: "It seems that I found the wrong person. Alas, I don't know where this guy Stephen Zhou went. I wanted to help him make a comeback, but I couldn't even find him."

After he sighed softly, he turned around and prepared to leave. Unexpectedly, just after taking a few steps, his left leg suddenly felt heavy.

"Brother, you don't need to be so enthusiastic, do you?"

Stephen Zhou, who was pulling Zheng Jirong's calf, shouted loudly: "Don't leave! You are not wrong! I am the God of Cookery Stephen Zhou!"

".You get up from the ground first."

Ten minutes later.

It was still the same round table, but there were a few more people sitting on it.

After listening to what Zheng Jirong said just now, Stephen Zhou asked tentatively: "So, Mr. Zheng, do you also think that making peeing beef pills is a good business?"

"That's right. There are so many snacks on the market now, but no one has ever made peeing beef balls. If we can seize the market, we will definitely make a fortune, but how we do it depends on you."

Stephen Zhou nodded, "According to my assumptions, this industry is indeed making progress, but why?"

"what why?"

"No matter how much money I make, it can't compare to the property in your name, Mr. Zheng. Is this why you came to me specifically?"

"Of course not." Zheng Jirong leaned forward and looked at Stephen Zhou opposite him and said, "As I said before, I am looking for you to make you the God of Cookery again."

"God of Cookery?"

"Yes, God of Cookery!"

He pointed at Stephen Zhou Zhengse and said: "I will fully provide the funds you need in the early stage. Of course, I will also take the majority of the shares. As for how to make the product bigger, you can figure it out yourself. After Pissing Cow Pills has established its reputation on Hong Kong Island, I will I will help you register for this year’s God of Cookery Competition.”

After hearing Zheng Jirong's words, Stephen Zhou was silent for a long time and then shook his head and said: "My cooking skills are not as good as Tang Niu, and I will lose if we compete again."

"Haha", Zheng Jirong took out the cigarette case, took out a cigar from it and threw it to him, "Tang Niu's cooking skills are not something you are born with."

Stephen Zhou, who was lighting a cigar, his eyes lit up when he heard this, "You mean ZG Culinary Training Academy?!"

"That's right!"

Zheng Jirong bit his cigar and said seriously: "I think you know exactly how to do it, so I won't interfere. From today until the God of Cookery Competition, I won't see you again."

"good!"

Stephen Zhou nodded heavily and said: "Thank you very much, Mr. Zheng, I won't let you down."

"correct."

When Zheng Jirong was about to leave, he turned to look at Turkey and said to him: "Tukey is a good woman, don't let her down."

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