Chapter Thirty-Two: Distinguished Guests Flock to the Door

  Everyone has their own life, and everyone has their own world. Shen Qingyang never thought that he would have a chance encounter with Qu Ke Xin or Chen Ke Xin in the Mediterranean, let alone have a slight flirtation!

  Seeing off Xiaoyu, Shen Qingyang leaned on his old man's wooden bed and smoked. His head spun rapidly, constantly thinking about the things in the black bag - a short knife, a photo and that card.

  The fish-scale patterned dagger sheath was exquisite, something Shen Qingyang had never used before. When fighting in Africa, most people preferred short daggers, double-edged ones. Knives were only good for chopping firewood in the jungle, but to kill someone, a dagger was needed, although knives were also fast. The goal was to take down with one strike.

  Shen Qingyang glanced at the dragon gold card, and although he didn't recognize the text on it, he was certain it was a credit card, somewhat similar to the "Dragon Card" issued by China Construction Bank. However, he had no password for it. What caught his interest instead was the photograph - an old black-and-white photo with a slightly yellowish tint on the back and a blurry figure on the front that seemed to have been water-soaked.

  Black and white photos were popular in the 80s, which is exactly ten years ago. This means that if the people in the photo are still alive, the man would be only forty-five, and the little boy would be twenty-seven or eight years old. However, he had never seen either of them before.

  The sky outside was gradually brightening. Before leaving, Xinger tidied up the house neatly and gave a deep farewell glance that lingered in Shen Qingyang's mind. He wanted to kiss her, but didn't - not because he wasn't brave enough, but because he didn't want to. However, Xinger was very generous and left another lip print on his face, which still felt warm.

  Shen Qingyang lazily got out of bed, washed up, and disguised himself as a chef. He stared at his reflection in the mirror for half a day until the two lumps of flesh on his cheeks finally stabilized. Then he put on a chef's hat and began to pack up his belongings.

  There are many ways to change one's appearance, and makeup is just one of them. However, that shouldn't be called "changing one's appearance", but rather "disguise", just like applying camouflage on the face for each mission. Only when the facial features are altered - either through surgery or by using special skills to change one's looks - can it be truly called "changing one's appearance".

  Ancient people were good at disguising themselves, for example, that guy who swallowed a piece of charcoal was actually changing his voice. In fact, there's no need to suffer like that, just drink "mute soup" and you basically won't be able to speak, it's even more thorough!

  Shen Qingyang's face-changing technique is a kind of "kung fu", not some sort of mysterious skill. When you thoroughly understand the facial structure of the human body, you'll know the distribution of facial muscles, and then you can train specifically, making your facial muscles very agile, allowing you to change your appearance!

  This was learned from Brother Xue Feng, Old Seven of the Blood Soul Battle Team!

  Shen Da chef swept the entire Yi Shui Zhai, even sweeping the front and back doors, no way, three days without moving, feeling suffocated.

  Why did Ah-yin want to stop the continuous action? Last night, in Cao Shi Tianze Garden, they made a big noise for half a night. Qi Hua was caught and the opponent received some blows, becoming much more vigilant. In fact, Shen Qingyang had his own idea: the opponent is not one person, but a group or even a large group of people. Although it seems like a powerful force, this is also a weakness, and taking action will inevitably be slow.

  Barefooted people are not afraid of those who wear shoes! If it were up to Shen Qingyang's temper, he would have gone to the Emperor Hotel to mess with that group of people long ago!

  The sun was high in the sky, and Shen Qingyang was busy preparing ingredients in the kitchen. Many vegetables and meats were stored in the refrigerator, it seemed that Spring Brother had just prepared them to last for a few days before going out to play again. Who would have thought that things hadn't even been used yet when Tianyuan Garden came to help with cooking?

  "Cough!"

  A dull cough broke the silence of the restaurant, and Shen Qingyang immediately came out of the kitchen. At the door stood a middle-aged man with yellow skin and thin build. A pair of lifeless eyes sized up Shen Qingyang: "Huh?"

  "What would you like for breakfast?"

  "Use your big head!" Huang Mianpi bared his teeth: "Where's Spring Brother? Who are you?"

  Shen Qingyang's eyes are poisonous enough, this guy is either a gambler or a pervert! Probably one of Chun Ge's buddies.

  "Master has gone to help with the cooking!" Shen Qingyang said with that characteristic silly smile.

  "Your master? Help with cooking? Whose kitchen are you helping with? Tianze Garden? Haha, the old guy is going into the city early and late, he's got to go in no matter what!"

  Shen Qingyang leaned against the kitchen door, intentionally hunching his back, holding a stir-fry spoon and scanning the outside. The front of Yishuizhai was very quiet.

  "I arrived just before Master left, and you are?"

  "Hey, Uncle Huang! The rent collector is here!"

  Get out of here, Prince? And also Country Uncle! Shen Qingyang immediately understood that this guy was collecting protection fees for the underworld!

  "What rent?" Shen Qingyang asked in surprise.

  The man pointed at the ground and then at the ceiling: "Everything here is mine, got it?"

  Is this the owner of the house? Shen Qingyang nodded, Chun Ge's emotions were those of a tenant. How did he get mixed up in this?! Today was his first day as the boss, and he ran into a debt collector. Shen Qingyang bowed and smiled: "Uncle Huang, I'm not clear about this matter, you'd better wait for Master to come back and discuss it with him!"

  "Ah! No money to pay rent, ran away with his tail between his legs? A monk can run but the temple can't be moved!" The yellow-faced man's complexion changed, and at a glance, it was clear that he was arrogant and used to being overbearing wherever he went.

  "By the way, where is Xiang'er?"

  "I'm going to buy vegetables!" Shen Qingyang carelessly glanced at Huang Shu, suddenly remembering "The White-Haired Girl", the plot is similar.

  "Haha, buying vegetables? Tell him when he gets back that our young master is waiting for Spring Brother's letter, and to make a decision quickly. Otherwise, she won't even be qualified to be the fourth wife!"

  What a mess!

  "Who is the young master of your house?"

  "Lao Shao, what the hell are you doing out here? You're Xu Wu Liang, the young master of Tian Ze Garden and son of Old Man Xu!"

  Oh! Shen Qingyang rolled her eyes and understood a bit. Were there any twists in the emotions here? Having just arrived at Yi Shui Zhai for two days, she was naturally unclear about the relationships here. The owner of Tianze Garden had an unscrupulous young master!

  "I'll definitely pass it on later!"

  Before the words were finished, the front door of "Yishui Studio" suddenly became lively. Three black sedans drove up in a row, and five or six young people got out of the car. After getting off the bus, they surrounded the middle car, two people opened the door, and the others stood guard with their faces outward, looking like a big brother from the underworld had arrived.

  Shen Qingyang furrowed his brow, a bad premonition rising in his heart! Looks like something's going to happen today.

  Huang Mianpi also seemed to have noticed the situation outside. He turned his head and took a glance, his thin face suddenly changing color: "Damn, how did Huo Yanwang come here?"

  "Who is the Living King of Hell?" Shen Qingyang asked solemnly.

  "Stop bullshitting me, Lao San from Heishi Town, the leader of Dong Xing Tian Ge! The yellow-skinned guy moved quickly, and before he even finished speaking, he had already slipped into the kitchen: "Don't mention that I came here, got it?"

  "I don't understand!" Shen Qingyang slammed the kitchen door shut with his foot, holding a ladle. What kind of world is this? Fish, turtles, shrimp and crabs are all running amok?!

  It's impolite not to return a visit! Especially when he heard Huang Lianpi mention the words "Hei Shi Zhen Xing Tian Ge", Shen Qingyang's interest suddenly increased, "Three days and four places, five dragons", Dong Xing Tian Ge's Lai Yi Shui Zhai is absolutely not here to eat!

  The show is on! Shen Qingyang's acting skills are absolutely no worse than Ou Yang's! It seems that Xinger left at the right time.

  The door opened, and on both sides stood thugs wearing sunglasses, all in black suits, white shirts with collars exposed, clean and neat, but to Shen Qingyang, they were just pretending. They're nothing!

  Shen Qingyang took a few steps forward with a hint of fear, holding the vegetable spoon and staring straight at the person getting off the car. The car door didn't open for half a day, and the person standing beside it was holding a "big brother" and kept in contact.

  They were speaking in local dialect, Shen Qingyang didn't understand a single sentence!

  "Everyone... you..." Shen Qingyang was not good at receiving guests, especially those from restaurants. He didn't know what to say. The man at the door glared at Shen Qingyang with a sinister gaze and spoke in a flurry of words, but Shen Qingyang couldn't make out a single sentence. He could only nod and put on a characteristic silly smile: "Welcome, welcome!"

  This reminded Shen Qingyang of the lead girl from last night at Cao Shi Tianze Garden, but she had "resources" to use, and I'm just a big old guy - if it were female guests coming, that would be somewhat acceptable.

  The car door opened and a bodyguard held his arm over the top of the door: "Ma'am, be careful!"

  Be careful, madam! Shen Qingyang's face turned green. Is she their "madam"?! Could the leader of the Dong Xing Tian Ge be a woman? Shen Qingyang involuntarily took a step back.

  "Son of a bitch, don't move!" The security guard at the door glared with a fierce gaze and spat out a sentence. His voice was clear, but it stunned Shen Qingyang for a moment - this guy can speak Chinese! Why didn't he just let him in if he could speak Chinese? Did he think he was some kind of country bumpkin or lowlife from a small nation?!

  Are all Chinese people like this when they go abroad? Shen Qingyang didn't think so, adjusted his chef's hat, and tightly gripped the ladle in his hand. At a critical moment, if you dare to demolish "Easy Water Studio", I'll fry you to death!

  A beautiful leg slowly stretched out from the car, wearing black lace stockings, white skin visible through the lace, a pair of red high heels, followed by half of her body, a short black skirt, a delicate coat, and a soft fox fur cape. Looking up further, a elegant and refined face was revealed!

  A woman's face is delicate or not, depending on whether the five senses are suitable! The figure should be even and devilish, eyes should be divine, mouth should be small and delicate, nose should be suspended, face should be white and tender, forehead should be full, eyebrows should be fine and long, hair should be dense and moderate, teeth should be neat and clean, chest should be high and proud, best is the kind of "hidden but not exposed".

  The woman in front of him meets all the conditions! And damn it, she's even more tender than Shen Qingyang imagined, what a devil! Shen Qingyang has seen countless people, especially women, but he has never seen one as beautiful as this. Xiang'er is good-looking because she has a kind of pure connotation, Bai Xue looks okay too, with a charming and coquettish air, that rare treasure of a woman should be elegant, while this woman... should be noble!

  What is nobility? It's not just about being decked out in jewels and finery, the key is temperament! As soon as a woman gets out of the car, the bodyguards around her immediately tense up, vigilantly scanning their surroundings, as if anyone who dares to approach will be killed on the spot!

  Shen Qingyang withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and pondered for a moment. At this time, it's best to keep a low profile, even lower! There will be opportunities to play with them later.

  The woman was escorted by a bodyguard into the Yi Shui Zhai, and the bodyguard behind her quickly opened a silver travel case, took out a pure white fur cushion, and placed it on the chair. The bodyguard beside her scanned the hall expressionlessly, and immediately several men occupied advantageous positions.

  Two at the entrance, one under each of the three windows, one at the kitchen door, and one at the inner room door. The deployment of seven security guards is complete.

  "Please, madam, take a seat!" The bodyguard escorted the woman to her chair and then turned to Shen Qingyang, waving his hand: "You're the boss of Yi Shui Zhai?" His voice was icy cold, leaving no room for refusal.

  Shen Qingyang took two steps forward with a ladle in hand, when the security guard beside him stretched out his arm to block his way: "Say it here!"

  Damn! Is this your territory or mine? Screw it! However, Shen Qingyang smiled wittily and nodded, saying: "I'm not the boss, I'm a new chef!"

  "We are guests of Hei Shi, come to Yi Shui Zhai for a meal!"

  "What should I say... 'A small shop'? 'Adding luster to the humble'? 'Enhancing its beauty'? 'At your service'? None of these seem quite right, so Shen Qingyang only said half of it."

  "Although the store is small, the dishes are authentic. I came to follow the fame, or was it San Ye's guidance? How should this brother be addressed? No need to be so polite!" The woman spoke up.

  Her voice was like flowing water, soft and smooth! However, Shen Qingyang's attention wasn't on the sound, who is this San Ye he's talking about? Hei San Kui? Damn it, all the good dishes are gone! No, Hei San Kui's territory is at Hai Lan Pier, which San Ye is it after all?

  "My wife is right!" Shen Qingyang couldn't help but smile foolishly and remained silent.

  "Hmm, you're quite clever. Yesterday, I heard Bai Xue say that the Sichuan dishes here are very authentic. Are you the chef who cooked them?"

  Shen Qingyang's mind went blank: Bai Xue?! The spoon in his hand trembled, and the bodyguard beside him quickly grabbed it - What the hell are you doing, I won't use a spoon to deal with a woman! Shen Qingyang exerted a subtle force with his right hand, and the two people were not on the same level at all. The spoon remained still in his hand!

  The bodyguard didn't dare to be presumptuous, but he still reacted quickly, his face flushing red as he said: "Madam has given orders, no need to be so formal!"

  Shen Qingyang sneered and handed the spoon to the security guard, smiling apologetically: "I'm a country bumpkin who hasn't seen the world, please forgive me, little brother!"

  "Haha! You're really interesting!" The woman lightly tossed her hair, and a faint scent of luxury wafted out, instantly filling the small shop.

  "Madam, Third Master is on his way, are you..." The bodyguard's eyes drooped, and he didn't finish speaking.

  "Third Master, when did you become so unpunctual? It seems I'm old and no longer attractive!"

  The bodyguards' faces turned green, knowing that their words were completely unnecessary!