You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

Clang.

The gleaming kitchen knife slammed onto the marble bar counter.

Along with it, three fresh carrots, still fragrant with the scent of earth, also fell to the ground.

The entire kitchen is open-plan.

Even the outer hall.

In that instant, a stillness more deathly than a vacuum descended.

Kusen's signature silver hair trembled slightly in the cold air from the air conditioner.

He stared blankly at the kitchen knife and carrots on the bar.

His deep blue eyes were filled with absurdity and disbelief.

he.

The head of Silicon Valley's premier technology empire.

Wall Street giants whose signatures can cause the Nasdaq index to fluctuate by hundreds of points.

The heaviest tool I've ever held in my life is a golf club.

just now.

This Chinese man.

They not only left them exposed to the sun for three hours.

They actually wanted him to personally cut the carrot shreds?

This is an insult.

It is an extreme humiliation that tramples Silicon Valley's decades-long technological hegemony underfoot!

Several foreign CEOs followed behind Kusen.

His face turned a deep liver color.

The Italian president was so angry he was trembling, and he opened his mouth to hurl insults in Italian.

"Mr. Kuson! We cannot accept this..."

"Shut up!"

Kusen turned his head abruptly.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the Italian president.

The roar was hoarse and cracked.

His chest heaved violently.

The air smelled strongly of blood.

reject?

How can I refuse?

The naked-eye holographic technology of the Starry Sky chip will only be available if Chen Yuan doesn't agree today.

Tomorrow, their company will be nothing but a pile of scrap metal.

Faced with absolute technological monopoly and the devastating impact of capital.

Dignity is less than the dirt on a carrot.

Kusen gritted his white molars.

The muscles in his cheeks twitched twice.

He turned around.

Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd.

He took off that Savile Row haute couture suit jacket worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.

He casually tossed it to his assistant behind him.

Then, he unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and rolled up the pristine white sleeves above his elbows.

Her fair forearms, which rarely see sunlight, were exposed.

His hand trembled as he reached for the kitchen knife on the bar.

The heavy hilt of the knife settled into his palm.

The cold, metallic touch sent a shiver down the spine of the tech tycoon, who was over sixty years old.

Chen Yuan remained leaning against the kitchen counter.

Arms crossed in front of the chest.

There was not a trace of mockery in those deep, dark eyes.

He simply looked at Kusen calmly.

It's like a strict head chef scrutinizing a new, clumsy apprentice.

Kusen held down a carrot with his left hand.

He held a kitchen knife in his right hand.

His movements were as stiff as a rusty machine.

The blade cuts down.

crunch.

The carrot was too hard, and his strength was wrong.

The blade got stuck halfway down.

He pressed down hard.

With a crisp "snap," half a carrot flew out.

It landed on the expensive Persian carpet and rolled around twice.

Large beads of sweat rolled down Kusen's forehead as if they were free.

It hit the cutting board, spreading out in circles of water stains.

He didn't even bother to wipe his sweat.

Continue battling with the remaining carrots.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The cleaver struck the specially made silicone mat on the marble bar counter, producing a dull, arrhythmic thud.

The cut-out contents.

It can't be called silk at all.

Some were as thick as a finger, while others were cut off but still connected.

On several occasions, the blade even grazed his left index finger.

It almost cut through the skin and flesh.

Kusen gasped in fright, his wrist trembling.

He almost dropped the knife.

This ruthless business tycoon is now standing in front of the kitchen counter.

He looked as disheveled as a primary school student being punished by being made to stand in the corner.

As he chopped, he glanced at Chen Yuan's expression out of the corner of his eye.

But Chen Yuan didn't even spare him a glance.

He would only glance at the vintage wall clock from time to time.

His eyes revealed a clear hint of impatience.

He was still thinking about the cat upstairs that was about to wake up.

If the salad is made too late, the little darling will wake up and not get to eat it, and will definitely be so upset that her eyes turn red.

In the shadow of the pillars in the hall, ten meters behind and to the side of Kusen.

A foreign assistant wearing wire-rimmed glasses.

She was tightly covering her mouth, trying not to let out a gasp.

His hands were hidden in the concealed pockets of his suit jacket.

A miniature high-definition camera was hidden there.

The original purpose was to secretly photograph the security arrangements at Genting Resort.

But I never expected it.

The camera captured a remarkably clear view of their own high-ranking CEO.

The image shows someone sweating profusely and clumsily slicing carrots with a kitchen knife.

The assistant's hands were shaking like a leaf.

If this scene gets out...

The pride of the entire Wall Street is about to be drowned in the Pacific Ocean.

But he couldn't control himself.

He pressed the transfer button.

This video is only thirty seconds long.

Through encrypted satellite networks.

It instantly crossed the Pacific Ocean and was delivered directly to the anonymous email addresses of several of the world's top tech media outlets.

In the kitchen.

Kusen finally finished cutting the last half of the carrot.

His right hand was so sore that he couldn't lift it.

A red mark appeared on the web of my hand due to excessive force.

On the cutting board, there was a pile of unsightly orange-red "pieces".

He put down the kitchen knife.

He was panting heavily.

The white shirt on his chest was completely soaked with sweat and clung tightly to his skin.

"Mr. Chen... Mr. Chen."

Kusen's voice was hoarse, as if he had swallowed burning coals.

"Cut...cut it up."

He hunched his back slightly, his posture so humble it was almost invisible.

We await the final verdict for this young Chinese man.

Chen Yuan straightened up.

His gaze swept over the pile of uneven, unsightly carrot chunks on the cutting board.

His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

This knife skill.

In the past, he would have thought the cutting board was dirty just by looking at it.

But it's barely enough to teach these arrogant foreign capitalists a lesson.

"Barely passable."

Chen Yuan pulled out a disinfectant wipe.

He slowly and deliberately wiped away a drop of water that had accidentally splashed onto the kitchen counter.

"Leave the contract here, you can leave."

These eight words are so light and airy.

It reached Kusen's ears.

But it was as if they had heard the gospel of heaven.

His legs went weak, and he almost knelt down in front of the bar.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen! Thank you!"

He was so excited that he bowed repeatedly and quickly presented the multi-billion dollar contract with both hands.

They didn't even care whether they had signed it or not.

As long as Chen Yuan accepts it.

Apple thus saved its last lifeline.

In this silent confrontation.

A Wall Street tycoon was taken in by a kitchen butler.

A few carrots completely broke his spine.

Just as Kusen and his men were fleeing the manor as if they had been granted a pardon.

North America, across the ocean.

The sun has just risen.

The screens of all the tech industry leaders' phones lit up simultaneously.

The Wall Street Journal's front page headline was updated instantly, with a huge red headline that shocked the world: "Silicon Valley Emperor Reduced to Chef Apprentice? The Terrifying Control of the Mysterious Eastern Tycoon Chen Yuan!"