Superman's Journey

Chapter 19 Qishilin: Stop the unlimited supply of bread service from today

See-through is a good thing, allowing Lincoln to squeeze all the money out of the thief's bottom line without him having to do it himself.

Bank bills are a problem, but it's not a big problem. A few dozen yuan is enough for him to use for a period of time. After all, Dayang still has purchasing power at this time.

With five hundred oceans, Lincoln left the silent den of thieves. This time, no thieves without eyes dared to touch Lincoln's pockets.

Cheese Lin, the most famous western restaurant in Tianjin, offers free bread is the only cheap thing in Tianjin.

It’s not exactly cheap, because you need to dress appropriately and order a meal or drink for those waiters to serve you free bread.

This is the rule of cheeselin, and Lincoln decided to teach the young shopkeeper a lesson today.

As for why does a boring Superman need a reason for what he wants to do?

Shilin.

"I've thought about it, making a name for yourself, not teaching the truth." Chen Shi's expression was flat.

Hearing Chen Shi's words, Zheng Shanao, the top player in Tianjin's martial arts industry, couldn't help but smile: "The bread from Shilin doesn't cost money, it's the only cheap thing in Tianjin."

"In addition to your nodding, there is an old rule that you can gain a foothold in Tianjin if you have beaten eight martial arts schools."

"So far, no one has beaten five. No one has eaten five of Qishilin's bread."

"Ten more loaves!"

Zheng Shanao, Chen Shi:? ? ?

The sudden sound of business interrupted the conversation between the two of them. They couldn't help but turned their heads to look, and saw that on the table beside them, Lincoln elegantly and quickly ate the big Leba bread into his stomach.

Chen Shi didn't speak, but Zheng Shan'ao suddenly became interested. He counted the empty baskets on the table carefully, and then looked at Lincoln: "There are nineteen baskets in total, my little brother has a good appetite."

"It's just so-so." Lincoln smiled: "I'm just here to teach the head of the store a lesson. There are certain rules that cannot be messed up, otherwise, accidents will happen."

"Little brother, you can't eat a few." Zheng Shanao suddenly laughed, and pointed to the ceiling: "Qishilin's top western restaurant in Tianjin, the bread bought by anyone here for a meal can Alone to die."

"I don't think so." Lincoln smiled and put the empty basket aside, then raised his hand again: "Twenty loaves."

At this time, Zheng Shanao, who had been focusing on Lincoln, realized that the ten large loaves of bread, which were enough to hold a person to death, were all eaten in just a few words.

One big Lieba bread weighs one catty, and ten are a full ten catties.

Just like that, the work was gone in less than a minute, and he didn't even see Lincoln's belly rise and fall.

Zheng Shanao, the king of big stomachs, also saw it when he was young, but he made ten catties of noodles in a minute. With all due respect, he doubted that Lincoln was not human at all.

Zheng Shanao fell into deep thought for a while, and the waiter in the restaurant also walked up with an ugly expression: "I'm sorry, sir, we don't have any bread in the kitchen."

"Really?" Lincoln wiped his hands and smiled at the waiter, "I doubt whether you have any or are unwilling to implement your restaurant's regulations."

"The rules of Qishilin are set by you yourself. As long as you can eat, bread is enough or not. What's the matter? Can't afford it now?"

Speaking of which, seeing the sullen look in the waiter's eyes, Lincoln changed the subject again: "But it's not a problem, maybe your kitchen is not well stocked, and I can understand it."

"I will come over tomorrow and tell the chefs in the restaurant that I will eat [-] pieces tomorrow, and ask them to prepare the ingredients, or else they will obediently pick up the sign. By the way, don't expect to get the bread outside Fool me, I can eat it."

Cheeselin's big Liba is not easy to make. Lincoln has seen their back kitchen. Five hundred big Liba means that they have to spend all their morning time on it.

Equipment like this cannot be changed by manpower.

The day after tomorrow, his request will be increased to a thousand, unless they are willing not to receive any guests for a day, and within three days, the only cheap thing in Tianjin will disappear.

Chen Shi should thank him, at least with Lincoln, he doesn't need to forcefully stuff five big bars, it will feel very supportive.

Pushing the unmoving medium-rare steak in front of him, Lincoln stood up and was about to leave, but Zheng Shanao, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stopped him: "Little brother, would you like to stay and chat with me?"

"Talk? What are you talking about?" Lincoln unceremoniously pulled away the stool beside Chen Shi and sat down: "One of you is the top brand in martial arts, and the other is a martial arts practitioner who wants to open a martial arts gym. What is there to talk about."

"There are a lot of things to talk about." Zheng Shan smiled proudly, pointing at Chen Shi: "You finished Qi Shilin's bread, this Master Chen can't even eat bread now."

"Don't worry." Lincoln waved his hand: "They must still have a back kitchen. After I leave, this Master Chen will be able to eat."

Zheng Shanao laughed, and became even more interested: "Little brother is also an interesting person, I don't know how to call him? Why did you come to Tianjin?"

"My name is Lincoln. I am bored when I come to Tianjin. I just hang out here and see if I can do something."

"Working? Do you also open a martial arts gym like this Master Chen?"

"Is it visible there?"

"Except for those who practice martial arts, few people in this world can have such an appetite, and I see that you have strength in your gestures, which is beyond ordinary people's ability to use, so I made a guess. Am I right?"

"It wasn't right just now. But it's right now." Lincoln laughed: "I didn't think about opening a martial arts gym, but now maybe I can. Anyway, it's okay to be idle, so it's better to play casually."

"Do you want to open a martial arts gym?" Zheng Shan'ao's eyes revealed a gleam: "I don't know what kind of sect Brother Lin is from."

"No way."

"No sect, no sect?" Zheng Shanao became more interested.

There are often only two theories of no sect.

One is that there is really no school and no sect, and I have learned a little bit from here and there, making small troubles; and the other is to start from scratch, and there is no school yet.

Zheng Shanao looked Lincoln up and down, and felt that he was not the first type, so he said: "Why don't you come to my martial arts gym and practice, maybe you can succeed?"

"Practice is fine, but."

"But what?"

"This club still has to continue playing."

"It's easy to say, easy to say." Zheng Shanao made a decision immediately, paid for the meal, and finally looked at Chen Shi who had been silent all this time: "Master Chen is also there, why don't we take a look together."

"Yes." Chen Shi nodded, and the three of them went out immediately.

Walking to the gate, a few people saw the staff of the restaurant hastily hang a sign outside: Starting today, the restaurant will stop supplying unlimited bread.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Shanao laughed immediately: "Brother Lin is so talented that he can afford Shilin to change its brand. You are still the first in so many years."

"General, general."

(End of this chapter)