RPAGF Chapter 142 Su Ang's Madness
Chapter 142 Su Ang's Madness
Soon, the group went upstairs to shower and go to bed.
The old street was extremely quiet at night, with only the occasional chirping of insects and the sound of trucks passing by in the distance.
In Su Chen's room, the curtains were only half drawn, and the moonlight slanted across the sheets, giving them a cold, silvery sheen.
Su Chen changed into her pajamas and was about to lie down when her phone, which was lying next to her pillow, started vibrating violently, emitting a piercing buzzing sound in the room.
He picked it up and saw the name "Mu Yuan" flashing on the screen.
Su Chen swiped to answer the call, but before he could even speak, Lin Muyuan's urgent voice came from the other end, bombarding him with questions like a machine gun:
"Su Chen! Holy crap, are you asleep? Let me tell you, the whole south of the city is in an uproar today! Your brother Su Ang has really kicked a hornet's nest this time!"
Su Chen sensed something was wrong. His grip on his phone tightened slightly. He sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, his brows furrowing involuntarily, and asked in a deep voice:
"Mu Yuan, slow down. What happened? Wasn't the lockdown on the store's ingredients lifted at noon today? Has something else changed?"
"Untie it? That's just an appetizer!"
Lin Muyuan's breathing was heavy on the other end of the phone, and the faint sound of his fingers rapidly typing on the computer keyboard could be heard in the background.
"Didn't your brother send someone to disrupt Brother Chen's supply chain today? As a result, he alerted the old man behind Brother Chen in the capital."
That very afternoon, the old man made a phone call directly to Su Ang's personal cell phone, issuing him an ultimatum on the spot.
Lin Muyuan paused, his tone full of amazement:
"Did Brother Chen and the others not tell you anything?"
I used all the connections in my studio to find out that this afternoon, all of your Su Group's core branches in Beijing were raided by the industry and commerce bureau, tax bureau, and fire department. They have all been ordered to suspend operations for rectification!
Furthermore, those key clients in the north that you'd been negotiating with for almost half a year, were willing to pay astronomical sums in breach of contract penalties, and at the same time, they also issued official letters completely severing ties with the Su family!
After hearing this, Su Chen froze, holding his phone.
The moonlight shone on his handsome face, and his eyes were somewhat unfocused as he stared intently at the dark night sky outside the window.
He knew Chen Feng's culinary skills were unparalleled, and he guessed that the man who could make Chef Song Ming willingly call him "senior brother" must have a powerful background. But he never expected that Chen Feng's background would be so profound.
A single phone call could create several bloody holes in the massive Su Group, thousands of miles away in Beijing.
"Su Chen? Su Chen? Are you still listening? Are you out of your mind?" Lin Muyuan's voice rose in pitch on the other end of the phone, interrupting Su Chen's thoughts.
"Yes." Su Chen swallowed, feeling a burning sensation in his throat and a dryness in his voice.
He shifted his body, leaning against the cold headboard, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.
He felt no sympathy for Su Ang and the Su Group for this heavy blow; in fact, he felt it was entirely their own fault, a deserved punishment for their underhanded tactics.
But he was also grateful, grateful to Chen Feng and his school.
Because he knew that if that old man in Beijing really wanted to wipe him out, the Su Group's cash flow would be completely cut off instantly, given its current size. Chen Feng was obviously showing mercy because of him and didn't really go all out.
"But your brother is probably insane by now," Lin Muyuan sighed.
"I understand, Mu Yuan. Thank you for telling me all this."
Su Chen had known Su Ang for over twenty years and knew his older brother all too well.
Su Ang was an elite who grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth. He was always striving to be the best, and the word "failure" was never allowed in his dictionary.
Having suffered such a huge loss today, given Su Ang's personality, there's absolutely no way he'd let it go so easily.
After hanging up the phone, Su Chen rested his hands on his knees and stared intently at the floor.
His only thought now is that he hopes his brother, who has been blinded by pride, can see the situation clearly and stop making reckless moves.
Otherwise, the next disaster could be annihilation.
At this moment, the old street, which should have been asleep, suddenly became brightly lit and bustling with people in the dead of night.
A long line of large trucks, loaded with building materials, high-end signs, and renovation workers, brutally shattered the decades-long tranquility of the old street.
Su Ang gave the order that tonight, all the dozen or so shops on the old street, except for "Human Fireworks" and "Old Liu's Noodle Shop," were forcibly acquired late at night at exorbitant prices, several times higher than the market price.
Dozens of renovation teams entered the site at the same time and worked through the night to renovate the existing store.
The roar of the electric drill and the dull thud of the sledgehammer hitting the wall mingled together, and dust flew everywhere.
Those old shops that used to sell groceries and noodles were stripped bare overnight and replaced with modern tempered glass and cold spotlights, just so that these shops could open for business as usual the next morning.
This means that Su Ang has brought forward his plan to acquire the old street.
According to the original business plan of the Su Group, the old street was too remote and had poor infrastructure. It was one of the few marginal targets that he decided to renovate and develop.
But now that he has met Chen Feng and received this slap in the face from the capital, Su Ang's morbid competitive spirit has been completely unleashed.
He wouldn't allow himself to keep falling into the same trap, and he certainly wouldn't allow himself to lose to a cook.
Therefore, in a fit of extreme anger and arrogance, he unprecedentedly violated his long-held business principle of "efficiency and effectiveness first, and never fight an unprepared battle".
He was willing to spend ten times the price to subsidize the workers, to forcibly buy the shops, and to work through the night, just so that these shops could open simultaneously as soon as the doors opened the next morning.
Because once these stores open, he can leverage the capital flow, price wars, and chain effects that the Su Group excels at to launch a precise and fatal commercial attack on "human life" at its core business logic.
He wants to steal all the diners and turn the old street into the Su family's domain.
Su Ang stood at the street corner, letting the flying dust settle on his expensive suit. Behind his glasses, his bloodshot eyes were fixed on the "human fireworks" that had already turned off its lights not far away.
He sneered. This purely commercial tactic could both drive Chen Feng to a dead end and absolutely avoid crossing the bottom line of that old man in Beijing who was in charge of state banquets.
"Chen Feng, in business competition, you bear the consequences of your own actions. That's what your master said himself." Su Ang smirked, his eyes filled with madness.