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

The pure white silk handkerchief was soaked with cold sweat.

It was wet and clenched in Uncle Fu's age-spotted hands.

His old eyes, which had witnessed the rise and fall of wealthy families, were fixed on the long white porcelain plate on the kitchen counter.

His pupils reflected the pieces of sweet and sour pork ribs that shimmered with an amber glow.

"Young Master's technique in tossing the wok and controlling the heat..."

Uncle Fu's hands trembled as he hastily wiped away the beads of sweat rolling down his nose.

The sound was like sandpaper being rubbed.

"Hasn't this completely surpassed the limits of human physics?"

Chen Yuan did not turn around.

He untied the black cotton apron around his waist with one hand; the edges of the apron were faded from washing.

He casually draped his arm over the back of a solid wood high chair next to him.

A large, well-defined hand grabbed a dry tissue and slowly wiped away the moisture between his fingers.

"Bring it in."

Chen Yuan's voice was flat and calm, yet it carried an unyielding and unyielding quality.

"If you leave it outside for more than two minutes, the crispy crust of the syrup will collapse and soften."

"Wanzhou finds it sticky to her teeth when she eats it."

Uncle Fu shuddered.

He quickly put away the handkerchief and picked up the heavy white porcelain plate with both hands.

Even his breathing slowed down as he walked briskly towards the restaurant, stepping on the heavy Persian carpet.

The outer room of the suite, separated by a wall.

It was temporarily converted into Xingchen Venture Capital's overseas mobile command center.

The cool white shadowless lamp shone on the large black walnut wood desk.

Wang Kai's 200-pound body was firmly embedded in the leather boss's chair.

The collar of his haute couture French shirt had a button popped open.

His obese neck was covered in a dense layer of cold sweat.

He clutched his permed, curly hair with both hands, his eyes fixed on the military-grade monitor in front of him.

on the screen.

A high-precision global holographic map is slowly rotating.

It should have originally been blue-gray, representing the various continental plates.

now.

From the fjords of Northern Europe to the rainforests of South America, and then to the long coastline of the Mediterranean.

The densely packed green dots resembled an out-of-control virus.

With overwhelming force, it spread wildly, illuminating and connecting into a dazzling green ocean.

"Fatty, we've taken the last three nodes."

From the computer's encrypted speakers came Xiao Liu's slightly breathless voice, audible from frantically typing on the keyboard.

"One of the three Grand Cru truffle forests in Burgundy, France, and a top-tier olive grove estate in southern Italy."

"And Norway's last two deep-sea fishing grounds near the Arctic Circle."

Xiao Liu sniffed, the sound of the keyboard switches clanging echoing crisply in the radio waves.

"Those foreigners were trying to haggle over the price."

"I directly posted the short-selling code for the ghost base station on the door of their parent company's servers."

"In less than ten seconds, the equity transfer agreement was signed and obediently sent back to headquarters."

Wang Kai swallowed a large mouthful of dry saliva.

His Adam's apple slid up and down with difficulty.

He looked at the green map on the screen, which had been completely illuminated by Star Venture Capital.

With my hands on the table, I felt my legs going weak.

This is ridiculous.

It's utterly absurd.

months ago.

Shen Wanzhou suffered from morning sickness during her pregnancy, and also had a weak stomach.

After taking a bite of the deep-sea cod he had bought from outside, he frowned slightly.

Just because of that slight frown.

Chen Yuan threw his chopsticks on the table.

"The water quality has changed, and there are 0.03% heavy metal residues in the fish meat fibers."

At that time, Chen Yuan's eyes were so cold that they could freeze the entire restaurant.

Early the next morning.

The acquisition team at Star Ventures is like a pack of sharks that have smelled blood.

With billions of dollars in cash flow, they rushed straight into Northern Europe.

They bought out the entire sea area, along with the five surrounding islands.

Three decommissioned warships equipped with live ammunition were dispatched to patrol the perimeter of the fishing grounds 24 hours a day.

Not even an unregistered seabird can fly in and poop.

This is just the beginning.

To ensure that the salt used for cooking is free of impurities.

Star Ventures bought a pink salt lake deep in the Andes Mountains.

To ensure that every sip of bone broth Shen Wanzhou drinks has the purest and freshest flavor.

They fenced off a primeval forest in Changbai Mountain and raised black pigs that grew up eating wild ginseng.

Any ingredients that Chen Yuan needs in the kitchen.

Star Ventures will stop at nothing to achieve a physical monopoly from the very beginning.

This was originally just a "food protection" operation to ensure his wife's three meals a day.

Chen Yuan never intended to build any kind of business empire.

But the snowball of capital, under absolute violent crushing, keeps getting bigger and bigger.

The Champs-Élysées in the heart of Paris.

The kitchen of a Michelin three-star French restaurant with a 200-year history.

"Clang!"

A pure silver hemispherical lid was slammed hard onto the stainless steel countertop by the chef.

The immense force created a dent.

The French chef, with a full head of silver hair, grabbed the purchasing manager by the collar.

His blue eyes were filled with terrifying red blood vessels.

"No white truffles?! No top-quality Caspian caviar?!"

He spat as he spoke, spraying saliva onto the purchasing manager's pale face.

"So what am I supposed to feed the royals outside tonight? Moldy baguettes?!"

The purchasing manager's legs were trembling as he clutched a notice stamped with a red seal in his hand.

"The chef... can't buy it anymore... the entire supply of top-quality ingredients across Europe has been cut off!"

He looked miserable, and his voice cracked.

"Those farmers and fish farm owners were all acquired by a Chinese company called Star Venture Capital."

"They packaged and sealed all the top-grade S ingredients they produced."

"Use supersonic passenger planes, 24/7, to airlift them back to the Chinese couple's kitchen!"

The chef let go and staggered back two steps.

His back slammed hard against the refrigerated display case.

"And what about the rest? We'll pay ten times the price for the Grade A goods they didn't pick!"

"them……"

The purchasing manager swallowed hard, on the verge of tears.

"They said that those Grade A scraps should be sold at a 50-fold increase in price and in accordance with the quota."

"And it also depends on Xingchen Venture Capital's mood. If they don't buy, they won't be able to get even a single vegetable leaf in the future."

This is not called cutting off the supply.

This is like putting the entire high-end catering industry of Europe on a chopping board and cutting it back and forth with a rusty saw.

The outer room of the presidential suite.

Wang Kai stared at the string of rapidly fluctuating green lines on the financial statement, indicating that the deficit had turned positive.

The restaurant empires that those old Western wealthy families are so proud of.

At this moment, all they can do is stand in line, like beggars holding exorbitantly priced checks.

They came to Xingchen Venture Capital to sell them some of the "kitchen scraps" that Chen Yuan had left over.

They rely solely on selling these scraps.

Star Ventures' agriculture and cold chain sector has achieved monthly net profits exceeding 100 billion US dollars.

They managed to create a massive global restaurant monopoly empire outside of the financial war.

Wang Kai buried his face in his strong hands.

The fat was violently squeezed and deformed between the fingers.

He suddenly looked up at the global monopoly map on the screen, which had turned completely green.

ear.

Through that half-open frosted glass door.

The sound of running water washing over the porcelain plate could be clearly heard.

Looking at the global restaurant monopoly map in the background, now completely green, Wang Kai's smile was more like a grimace: "All the world's restaurant giants are working for us, while our true restaurant tycoon is currently wearing an apron and washing dishes..."