Chapter 39: Chapter 37: Is This Really... an Erha?
So urgent? Could sothing important have happened!
Like the studio being attacked, or so kind of threat?
This studio is an important part of Hang Yu’s strategy and layout, it can’t be lost!
Hang Yu, as the most robust man in Jiang City, comparable to Captain Arica, surpassing human limits, was now full of confidence and couldn’t tolerate anyone ssing with him!
He didn’t ask who the opponent was.
He didn’t ask how many people there were.
Hang Yu only wanted the detailed address.
He took out the Goblin Thief Mask from the Storage Space, put it on, and hurried to the scene with a knife.
Pang Dahai now rented a basent in a community not far from the warehouse.
Outside, there was a sign that read: "Fatty Brother’s Culinary Studio."
Although the studio has started, it is temporarily just a studio, not an open restaurant. Opening a formal restaurant can’t be done so quickly, it requires various preparations and faces many challenges.
The biggest challenge is productivity issues.
Now, including Pang Dahai himself, there are only three cooks in total.
Three cooks might be enough for an ordinary restaurant, but not for a Spirit Realm food restaurant!
The three of them are all level 1 weaklings, even if each cooking session consus 1 point of Spirit, they can only cook ten servings of food.
Assuming the Spirit recovers 1 point per hour.
At most, they can cook a little over twenty servings of food per day.
All three combined could barely manage to complete sixty to seventy servings.
Even if you’re just selling pancakes, with good business, you’d sell more than sixty or seventy servings a day!
Can this support a restaurant? Obviously not!
On the other hand, the custors are limited.
99.9% of the people in Jiang City are still level 1.
Level 2 individuals are only a few thousandths or even less.
What concept is this?
Let’s say!
The total number of students taking the college entrance examination in a regular county or district is only a few thousand each year.
Rising to level 2 now is equivalent to taking the college entrance exam and becoming the top student in the district or county.
Just think about how humble you feel when looking up at academic elites each ti the results are announced, and you’ll know how difficult this is.
If you rise to level 2 at this ti?
Then congratulations to you!
You are the light of the county!
You are the child of glory!
The village chief would even want to marry his daughter to you!
This shows how precious and rare level 2 experts are.
Fatty is now selling a small grilled chicken wing for five thousand bucks!
With such prices and dining environnt, overpriced shrimp and cakes are nothing, if opened to the general public, the shop would get smashed by the next day.
Strange.
No dead people to be seen!
The damn Fatty better not be fooling !
There were just four people in the studio, two busy collecting ingredients, and the other two preparing to cook, everything seed normal.
Now seeing a young man with dead fish eyes, covered face, holding a knife break in made them all jump in shock, imdiately putting down their work and raising their hands.
"Ah... What do you want to do?"
"Bro, we can talk, no need to get physical."
"Big brother, our boss is in the room, you can talk to him, we’re just workers, we have no money!"
Hang Yu was speechless.
What kind of people did Fatty hire!
"You punk, are you blind, you don’t recognize Brother Yu, go die!"
Pang Dahai heard the noise and rushed out, kicking the last speaking traitor.
This traitor was about the sa size as him, thick-skinned, a kick did no harm.
Pang Dahai grabbed this guy’s ear: "Hangzi, this is my little cousin Pang Ren, he’s still in high school, don’t be fooled by his appearance, he’s actually quite clever."
The little cousin had a buzz cut, fat face and big ears, definitely a true cousin.
He inherited the Pang Family’s excellent bloodline and genes, look at his na, living up to his na: Fatty!
Hang Yu hadn’t had ti to question the situation.
"Co, co, let
introduce you." Pang Dahai imdiately walked over and put his arm around him, introducing the studio mbers: "These three are Milk, Orange Juice, and Stead Bun, they are my core team mbers!"
Milk’s real na is Niu Li, a straightforward and cheerful Northeastern girl with very fair skin, tall stature, and slightly chubby figure.
Orange Juice’s real na is Chen Zhi, a very petite and seemingly quiet young girl.
Pang Dahai said, "Both of them are junior students at Jiang University, each with excellent collection skills."
Another person known as "Elbow" whom Hang Yu recognized, real na Zhou Ze, with an average appearance, honest and shy, was a forr classmate from a neighboring class at Jiang University. He, Pang Ren, and Pang Dahai all have culinary skills.
Besides Pang Dahai, the little cousin who seed a bit quirky, everyone else appeared quite reliable. After all, they were all forr classmates, well-acquainted with each other and relatively trustworthy.
"By the way, I’ve also recruited Big Niu and Stead Bun from the neighboring dorm," Pang Dahai chuckled, "but they’re responsible for fieldwork, and they’re out on assignnts now."
So-called fieldwork involves hunting, purchasing, and occasionally promoting Spirit Realm food. Since they’re mostly outside, these two should be quite capable fighters.
These people are the early team mbers of the studio.
In the future, they will beco the core and upper managent of the studio.
Therefore, they have so understanding of Hang Yu and know he’s the investor. In these days, having money makes you the boss.
Pang Ren was the quickest to react, swiftly bending over in a bow, "Hello, Brother Yu! Hello, Brother Yu!"
Milk, Orange Juice, and Elbow saw this.
They also quickly and respectfully addressed him as Brother Yu.
Hang Yu resisted the urge to mock their nicknas.
He stared with his fish-like eyes at a certain fatty.
This guy called
over just to introduce a few subordinates?
I’m really busy, you know, and believe , I could chop soone in a minute!
Pang Dahai quickly said, "Ahem, of course, I did call you over because sothing big has happened, co in and take a look, you’ll see."
It better be sothing big.
Otherwise, once the forty-ter-long knife is swung, it’s hard to pull back.
Hang Yu was led to a storage room for food and tools. As soon as he walked in, sothing caught his eye.
More precisely, it wasn’t sothing but a dog.
A large black and white dog was lying on the ground, with its four limbs tied to an iron rod.
It was also wearing a muzzle, looking quite comical. Its one blue eye and one black pupil showed a playful (dopey) expression, its eyes darting around, showing a human-like look of panic and fear.
Hang Yu looked puzzled, "Fatty, aren’t you cruel, catching a Husky to use as ingredients?"
Fatty’s expression was very serious, "This isn’t an ordinary Husky!"
"What do you an?"
"You better prepare yourself ntally, or I’m afraid you won’t handle the shock."
Hang Yu was baffled.
He’s seen a lot in his life.
Could a Husky really shock him?
Pang Dahai removed the muzzle from the Husky.
The Husky started to struggle, making sounds, "Awoo, awoo, awooo!"
Hang Yu looked at the Husky and then at Pang Dahai, "That’s it?"
Pang Dahai’s face turned black, and he knocked the Husky on the head, scolding angrily, "Stupid dog, pretending to be dumb now? Don’t you think it’s a bit too late? If you keep pretending, we’ll have a dog at hotpot tonight. I’ve already got the pot ready!"
The Husky shivered and wailed, imdiately begging, "Awo, awo! Spare ! Don’t eat ! Husky at doesn’t taste good!"
This Husky.
It actually... started speaking!
In a proper and crisp accent, with a slight Beijing tone.
Hang Yu was sowhat at a loss, "What the heck is this! What’s happening!"
"Awo awo, I don’t know how to explain it either. After all, I’m just a dog!" The Husky didn’t wait for Pang Dahai to speak, weakly saying again, "I think... I might have beco a spirit!"
"Now you see how big this is, right? Even the dog is speaking!" Pang Dahai looked at Hang Yu, spreading his hands, "My worldview is in a post-disaster reconstruction state now, but I figured I shouldn’t bear this alone. After all, I’m just a two hundred pound kid, so I called you over, if we’re going to crash, let’s do it together."
Hang Yu: "..."
He furrowed his brow, deep in thought.
The Spirit Realm has high intelligence beings.
But never heard of Huskies being in the Spirit Realm.
What’s more, this Husky enunciates clearly, speaking standard Mandarin with an imperial city accent!
High intelligence beings from the Spirit Realm are generally very powerful, at present, it’s impossible for them to co to this world, let alone be caught by a weakling fatty.
This is strange.
How could a perfectly normal Husky start speaking?
"By the way, I’m also wondering how to deal with this dog?" Pang Dahai suddenly thought of sothing, "Hey, do you think a talking dog might be especially nutritious, maybe if we eat it, we’ll beco stronger? Should we have a dog at hotpot tonight and try it out?"
The Husky heard this.
It shivered with fear once again.
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