Cyber ​​Swordsman 2121

Chapter 497, old friend

The curly-haired man said: "According to the economic law, but don't forget the madness and greed of the human heart, there is nothing in the world that can compare with it.

"You are greedy for profit, but some people think about how to turn you into his profit."

"It is because of so much money that it is dangerous, how much greed it can cause, how many people plan it, and how many people plan it.

"I work as a manager in the Tianshi Mansion, and I have dealt with the upper class a lot. I know their greed and cruelty. The desire for wealth is never enough. No matter how much you get, you still want more."

Bai Jingnan shook his head: "The stock market is said to be a casino, but it's more of a joking name. The essence is still somewhat different. It's not that you can ruin people's fortunes just by saying it, but you can cut it if you want.

"No matter what methods or operations those big funds and big dealers want to use to harvest, the target is the risky leek.

"As long as we don't speculate, don't add leverage, don't go to death, look for those assets that are really valuable, invest money in them, and then don't care about anything, just wait for the tide to rise.

"So no matter how they operate, in the end... I dare not say it will be the end. After all, even things like the tax increase bill can be made. As long as the final rules are not torn, we are likely to be stable... Of course, there is no longer any This needs to be said."

"The money is gone, the most important thing now is to find a way to win the game."

The curly-haired man said: "Is there any way to do this? The only thing we can do for the competition is to believe in the third aunt's cooking skills, and then do our best to obey the destiny..."

Just when everyone was helpless.

Suddenly, a random voice came from the adjacent '404' booth.

"Actually, you don't need to worry too much about this game, because your strength should not be eliminated.

"You must know that in this day and age, in terms of cooking skills alone, everyone is pretty much the same. Skills in this area will not bring you an advantage. The only way to really make a dish unique is to put your heart into it.

"The lady among you, the real chef's choice is not wrong. This oden, which has been boiled for more than 30 years, is simple but full of heart. Any robot will be satisfied."

When everyone heard the words and looked around, they saw that there was only a man with a round face, a thick neck, a chef's face, and a man with two beards on his exotic face.

He was carrying a cylindrical canvas bag and holding a spatula in his hand, where he was randomly picking up a small pot of yellow and sticky curry soup.

"Hmm... this is..."

With the stirring of this person's hands, there was a special fragrance mixed with a dark stench that made people feel sick, rising from the pot and floating over.

Drilling into the noses of the five stowaways, the men who had just crossed over from the third district not long ago fell into a wave of nostalgia.

"It's such an authentic and nostalgic taste..."

Several people greedily took a sip.

"Marsala, plus there is Marsala..."

"Well... and onions."

"The spiciness of the green pepper combined with the sweet taste of the melted chunks of margarine..."

"I really didn't expect to meet traditional Indian dishes in this competition."

Although several people left their hometowns and resolutely cut off the past, that place also places their souls on them. At this time when they are displaced, the beauty represented by food can't help but arouse the resonance of the past in their hearts.

Bai Jingnan looked at the chef and said, "You are...you are also here to participate in the competition..."

The fat chef picked up the shovel in his hand and compared, "Isn't this obvious?"

"I just heard the conversation of a few people, and I can't help but express my feelings. I hope you don't care about it."

"It is we who thank you for your kindness..."

The chef smiled and said: "You don't need to be polite. I see that some of you seem to be able to truly feel the soul of my pot of food. Would you like to help try the dishes?"

"Taste, is it really okay?"

The little fat man swallowed secretly, "Isn't this the food you prepared for the competition? Wouldn't it be a bit inappropriate?"

The chef shook his head with a smile, "In ancient times, there were musicians who played high mountains and flowing waters only for bosom friends, but isn't it the same for cooking? Does the robot judge know my dishes better than a few of you?"

As he spoke, he filled a few small portions of the soup in the pot, inserted a mint leaf in each, and handed them over.

The stowaways took it, and before the third aunt handed over the spoon, they skillfully stretched out their fingers and tapped a little on it, and put it in their mouths.

"Hmm... this smell, I really miss it..."

"I thought it was pure Indian cuisine, but I didn't expect it to be so authentic, even more authentic than most restaurants in the third district."

The curly-haired man looked at the chef and asked, "It's impossible to learn such a skill in District 28. Did this gentleman learn cooking skills in District 3?"

The chef nodded, "I used to live there all the time, and I just came here a while ago. To be able to have such an accurate taste of my dishes, you must all be fellow villagers, right?"

The faces of the stowaways changed slightly when they heard the words, and they were only concerned with emotion for a while, but they accidentally missed the root cause.

Seeing this, the chef smiled and said, "You guys don't have to worry so much. It's normal for people to go to higher places and places that are more suitable for their own development. This is actually the case for everyone.

"In addition, it is easier to suspect that it is not a normal emigration, but a smuggled immigration."

The last sentence was said very quietly.

The curly-haired man coughed lightly, and saluted the chef earnestly, "I was too careless, thank you sir for your reminder.

"I don't know the name of this gentleman yet, maybe we knew each other before."

The chef said: "The probability of knowing each other should be very small, of course it is not impossible. Others call me 'Da Si Ming', have you ever heard of it?"

This is Zhang Baoren, the chief minister who also came to participate in the culinary competition before.

The reason why I ran to No. 0003 Food City is of course not a coincidence that I am next to these people.

Taiyi made a decision to target ghost cultivators, intending to use ghosts to fish out the ghost breeder or related ghost breeders who need it, and then lock him with his hands and feet on the bait.

Internet cafes are all anonymous, they don't know the opponent's specific basic means, and they don't know the opponent's situation, so they can't be too confident.

For the sake of safety, at the same time, it is arranged at the specific location where the ghost's obsession is, which will inevitably appear if the target wants to use it with higher efficiency.

It has been confirmed that it will be sold to a ghost cultivator, and if he wants to use it without waste, he must cut the common fate and just wait for the rabbit.

It just so happened that when I got the ghost before, it was performing the custom-cutting ceremony, so it is not difficult to lock the place of this obsession.

(End of this chapter)