Apocalypse of a Hundred Demons: I Became the Strongest Demon Tamer

The chefs in the dining car were sweating through several layers of clothes.

Like Chen Qing, the chefs in the dining car were sweating through several layers of clothes.

Everyone was exhausted.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

The manager appeared, clapping his hands, and suddenly smiled.

"Everyone, listen up! Hey, keep your hands and ears."

"The chairman knows about this order! He said that if you complete this order, everyone will get a bonus of 10,000 yuan!!"

"Wow!"

"What?!"

"10,000?"

"Awesome! Long live the chairman!!"

"Damn it, I'm going to die on this dining car today!"

"Come on, brothers!"

Everyone was boiling!

The chef seemed to have thought of something, and he leaned over and asked softly, "Is that young man from a prominent family?"

"He's probably from the Ghost Control Army."

The manager whispered, "The Ghost Control Army has been making frequent moves recently, and they're probably going to do something big. I guess all this is for the Ghost Control Army to eat."

"Why don't you just go to the army? Isn't it better to do it now?"

"If you can do it on the spot, what do you want to say?" The manager rolled his eyes at him, "Don't ask about things in the underworld."

As he was talking, the phone rang.

It was the chairman calling.

Even though he couldn't see it, the manager naturally lowered his waist when he answered the phone.

"Xiao Jin, this must be done! Must be done! Must be done, understand?"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't worry, Chairman, I guarantee it with my head!"

"I wish I could come here in person, but since they didn't get through the official channels, I can't show up either. Anyway, remember, if this order is done, we may be able to get in touch with this line!"

"Understood! Definitely done!"

The chairman was very worried and reminded: "Recently, there are many more ghost-controlling soldiers in the city. According to several bigwigs, the ghost-controlling soldiers may take over Ximing City. In short, no matter what the young man says, it is impossible to do it. "Do as ordered!"

"Don't ask, don't be curious, just do your job honestly, it's better than flattering ten thousand people!"

"Understood! Understood!"

The manager put down the phone, got into the dining car again, and emphasized: "Hold your hats tightly, I know everyone is hot, but you must maintain hygiene! No hair or anything can fall off!"

"Ayu, go and get another ten cans of gas, um, and 20 kilograms of onions and 200 kilograms of potatoes, you pick them yourself, the best ones."

"Xiao Qin, the meat cubes should be finer..."

Chen Qing, who was about to yawn, suddenly slapped his forehead.

While collecting the dishes, he turned on his mobile phone.

Chen Man loves KFC the most, but he forgot to order it.

So, he ordered 100 family buckets in 21 stores in the city.

He called again and asked the manager to help put it on the conveyor belt.

The manager's attitude was so good!

You can almost hear him bowing over the phone.

Chen Qing was very puzzled,

"Is the service industry so crowded now?"

But soon, a phone call came:

"Sorry sir, we don't have enough 100 family buckets in our store, please cancel it, or order 50..."

There were many similar calls received.

But in the end, more than 1,600 were ordered.

Chen Qing thought about it and simply ordered a bucket according to the takeout order.

What skewers, braised food, fried chicken, ice cream, milk tea, fried rice, cakes...

All in huge quantities!

At the entrance of KFC in Chengbei Square, eight deliverymen were a little curious.

"Are you also in Warehouse C?"

"You too?"

"Amazing! Is it popular to eat KFC at banquets now?"

"Let's go, let's go and have a look."

The more they walked, the more surprised they were!

Because more and more deliverymen joined this team.

Soon, they gathered into an army of electric vehicles!

"Warehouse C?"

"You too?"

The closer we got to the Hi-Tech Zone, the more surprised everyone was.

Later, there was no need to ask any more questions.

"When I was in elementary school, I wrote a novel about a rich man. In order to highlight his wealth, I said that he ate 100 buckets a day. I actually saw it happen in my lifetime!"

When we arrived at Warehouse C, the electric vehicles were already stuck in a mess!

The manager had to start directing traffic and directing everyone to put everything on the conveyor belt.

Almost everyone was asking who the "Chen" who ordered the food was.

But the manager just said with a frown: "Don't ask about the affairs of the underworld."

"Don't ask about the affairs of the underworld."

"Don't ask about the affairs of the underworld."

...

At nine o'clock in the evening, a group of helpers were invited from other hotels.

The speed was much faster.

Finally, at two o'clock in the morning, everything was over.

Everyone was exhausted, including Chen Qing.

After using telekinesis intensively all day,

his brain was itchy and felt like something was growing.

The manager's voice was hoarse, but he still called Chen Qing:

"Mr. Chen, the orders have all been completed. Can you sign for them?"

Chen Qing quickly came to the warehouse, but saw dozens of chefs, and they were not dressed in uniform, obviously from different hotels.

He was slightly stunned.

"Wow, I didn't expect the hotel industry to be so united. One family is in trouble, and eight families will help?"

No ink, just sign directly.

"Then..."

"Oh, I'll pay the money right away."

"No, no, no, no, no hurry, anytime is fine."

? ? ?

The hotel industry has become like this?

Not even in a hurry to collect the money?

At this moment, Chen Qing felt that there was something wrong with his brain.

Although he didn't understand, he was very happy. It would be better if he could pay in installments!

The manager and the chef directed everyone to clean up the mess.

They left quickly with a truckload of garbage.

When everything calmed down,

A takeaway electric car slowly arrived, kept comparing the addresses, and asked in confusion: "Mr. Chen, who is Mr. Chen?"

"I..."

"Your express delivery, no, your takeaway. Have a good meal!"

Chen Qing took the milk tea and handed it to the takeaway boy.

"Brother, can you take me back? I'll treat you to milk tea."

"The skewers..."

"I'll give them to you too."

"Spicy little..."

"It's yours too."

The boy was a little confused. He had the most bizarre night in his career.

He sent Chen Qing downstairs to the hotel, took two sips of milk tea, and murmured: "Aligado Chen Moumou-san."

When he returned to the hotel, Chen Man woke up in a daze.

"Good night, Chen Qing."

"Good night."

Chen Man fell asleep and snored.

Chen Qing suddenly thought of something and took out the lottery ticket.

25 million!

Rich!

24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 33!

This is the prize drawn on the 24th, starting with 24!

No need to look, it must be a win.

This set of numbers is so special! I can't forget it even if I want to.

I seem to have heard that I have to pay taxes, is it 20%?

Should I wear a helmet when I receive the prize?

Chen Qing mumbled and searched for the winning numbers.

Then...

Stunned.

4, 6, 9, 18, 24, 27, 32.

Did I read it wrong?

He checked the numbers carefully.

Then checked the date,

July, 24th.

That's right!

So what went wrong?

"6!"

"Really 6!"

He tore the lottery ticket to pieces.

He fell asleep holding Chen Man.