252: Map Cannon

Manager Liu and Song Dagang's "wild eating broadcast" was like a giant stone thrown into a calm lake, the ripples quickly spreading.

The demonic aroma and the two men's unreserved, extreme praise created a strange yet powerful attraction, finally breaking through the last line of defense of the white-collar workers' reserve.

Price?

It wasn't important.

At least for them, with their high incomes, it wasn't very important.

Face?

Two "prominent" individuals had already performed "social death" on the spot, so one more person didn't seem to matter much.

What's more, the aroma of this fried rice was simply too enticing.

The queue began to re-form, and it was longer than before.

Many people, while queuing, secretly took photos of Manager Liu and Song Dagang, who were still lost in their enjoyment, completely oblivious to their surroundings, and then forwarded them to colleagues and friends with the caption "live eating broadcast."

Lu Chuan's lips curved slightly, and his movements quickened a few points.

The mystic crystal kitchen knife transformed into streaks of blue light, and amidst the flying spatulas, plate after plate of golden, explosively fragrant fried rice was swiftly prepared.

Ding Xinyang busily delivered meals and collected payments, while He Jingrui silently maintained order in the queue.

He just stood there, exuding an aura that kept people at a distance, ensuring the queue remained orderly.

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The system's notification sound happily jumped in Lu Chuan's mind.

Just as the atmosphere was bustling and fragrant, two out-of-place figures appeared.

Zhang Jun and You Yueyi had just come out of a high-end Japanese restaurant, their faces showing the laziness and pickiness of being well-fed and well-drunk.

You Yueyi was saying something in a sweet voice, making Zhang Jun laugh heartily.

However, their laughter abruptly stopped as they approached the entrance to the square.

Zhang Jun frowned, looking at the long queue and the fried rice stall at the end of the line, which he had scoffed at just yesterday, his face showing extreme disgust and disbelief.

"What the hell? Are these people all crazy? Queuing to eat this kind of street trash?"

His voice was openly contemptuous, especially when he saw a few familiar faces in the queue, some mid-level managers from his company who usually maintained a decent appearance, which he found even more incomprehensible.

"Is there no class left?"

You Yueyi also pinched her nose, fanning herself dramatically, and although the aroma made her subconsciously swallow, she immediately covered it up with more exaggerated disdain.

"Oh, it's disgusting! Such a poor, greasy smell! Brother Zhang, let's go quickly, the air is polluted! I don't know how the property management handles things, they just let any Tom, Dick, or Harry in!"

Their voices were not quiet, instantly attracting the attention of the queuing crowd.

Many people recognized Zhang Jun, and hearing these harsh words, their faces showed embarrassment and a hint of displeasure.

But due to Zhang Jun's status and position in the financial world, most chose to swallow their anger, simply turning their heads away, not bothering to engage.

Luo Li and Xu Ying, who were at the front of the queue, exchanged glances, both seeing disgust for the two in each other's eyes.

Zeng Yu clenched his fist, unhappy that the delicious fried rice that had cheered up his sister was being slandered by the two.

But in the struggle between reason and emotion, for the sake of his job, he ultimately turned his head away.

Manager Liu, who was immersed in the exquisite taste of the fried rice, was disturbed by the noisy chatter and unhappily looked up, seeing it was Zhang Jun, his brow furrowing even more.

Normally, he might have gone over to exchange pleasantries, but at this moment, he was enjoying an ultimate culinary feast.

It is well known that when enjoying delicious food, it is most annoying to be disturbed.

He quickly finished the last large mouthful of fried rice, sighed contentedly, then stood up, wiped his mouth with a tissue, his face regaining the shrewdness of a property manager, but his tone carried a subtle hint of sarcasm.

"Oh, President Zhang, done eating?"

Manager Liu walked over with a smile.

"This square stall certainly doesn't catch your eye. However, Boss Lu's fried rice is no ordinary street stall; you have to taste it to know what 'the ultimate taste on earth' means."

His words seemed polite, but in reality, they were a subtle jab, implying Zhang Jun was blind to good things.

Zhang Jun was extremely shrewd; how could he not hear the sting in Manager Liu's words?

He immediately felt a loss of face, especially in front of so many people.

A mere property manager dared to be sarcastic with him?

"Ultimate taste?"

Zhang Jun scoffed, raising his voice, deliberately making sure everyone could hear.

"This? Fried rice? Manager Liu, you probably haven't eaten anything good, have you? This kind of greasy, salty, unknown junk food, does it deserve to be called the ultimate taste? I think you've been fooled!"

He pointed at Lu Chuan's stall, his tone becoming even more caustic.

"And all of you, dressed so nicely, queuing for this stuff? Aren't you afraid of getting diarrhea? How low-class!"

These words were a broad attack, offending everyone in the queue.

A suppressed commotion immediately arose in the queue, and many people's faces showed anger.

Lu Chuan's stir-frying motion paused slightly; he glanced at Zhang Jun, his eyes calm and unruffled, then refocused on the spatula in his hand, as if the other person was just a buzzing fly.

Wasting words with such a person was meaningless.

However, Lu Chuan's silence, in Zhang Jun's eyes, became a sign of guilt and cowardice, making his arrogance even more pronounced.

You Yueyi even took the opportunity to act spoiled, shaking Zhang Jun's arm.

"Exactly, Brother Zhang ~ Why say so much to them, it lowers our status ~ Let's go back to the company ~"

Just as Zhang Jun was smugly preparing to leave, a deep yet powerful voice spoke.

"President Zhang."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, only to see that the previously disheveled ace analyst, Song Dagang, had finished his fried rice and regained his elite demeanor, though his face still glowed with satisfaction.

He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes sharply fixed on Zhang Jun.

"Whether something is good or not, if you haven't tasted it, you have no right to speak. This fried rice is the most amazing food I've eaten in over thirty years, bar none. Its ingredients, cooking temperature, and seasoning are all top-tier art. You say it's low-class?"

Song Dagang chuckled, refuting with the calm, data-driven approach characteristic of an analyst.

"For 128 yuan, to experience this level of delicious impact, the cost-effectiveness far exceeds those so-called high-end restaurants that are merely superficial and only stack expensive ingredients. President Zhang, sometimes, arrogance makes people miss out on truly good things."

"You!"

Zhang Jun was momentarily speechless, his face turning crimson.

Song Dagang was also a well-known figure in the industry, so he truly hadn't expected the other party to openly contradict him for the sake of a vendor.

"Engineer Song is right!"

Manager Liu immediately chimed in, pointing at the empty plate.

"I, Old Liu, can't say much else, but I've eaten at quite a few restaurants! Boss Lu's craftsmanship is definitely top-notch!"

He gave a thumbs up.

"President Zhang, why don't you give it a try? Just give it a chance? If you don't think it's good, I, Liu, will pay for it!"