So urgent? Could something important have happened!
Like the studio being attacked, or some kind of threat?
This studio is an important part of Hang Yuās strategy and layout, it canāt be lost!
Hang Yu, as the most robust man in Jiang City, comparable to Captain America, surpassing human limits, was now full of confidence and couldnāt tolerate anyone messing with him!
He didnāt ask who the opponent was.
He didnāt 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 basement in a community not far from the warehouse.
Outside, there was a sign that read: "Fatty Brotherās Culinary Studio."
Although the studio has started, it is temporarily just a studio, not an open restaurant. Opening a formal restaurant canāt 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 consumes 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 youāre just selling pancakes, with good business, youād sell more than sixty or seventy servings a day!
Can this support a restaurant? Obviously not!
On the other hand, the customers 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?
Letās 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 time the results are announced, and youāll know how difficult this is.
If you rise to level 2 at this time?
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 environment, 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 me!
There were just four people in the studio, two busy collecting ingredients, and the other two preparing to cook, everything seemed normal.
Now seeing a young man with dead fish eyes, covered face, holding a knife break in made them all jump in shock, immediately 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, weāre just workers, we have no money!"
Hang Yu was speechless.
What kind of people did Fatty hire!
"You punk, are you blind, you donāt recognize Brother Yu, go die!"
Pang Dahai heard the noise and rushed out, kicking the last speaking traitor.
This traitor was about the same size as him, thick-skinned, a kick did no harm.
Pang Dahai grabbed this guyās ear: "Hangzi, this is my little cousin Pang Ren, heās still in high school, donāt be fooled by his appearance, heās actually quite clever."
The little cousin had a buzz cut, fat face and big ears, definitely a true cousin.
He inherited the Pang Familyās excellent bloodline and genes, look at his name, living up to his name: Fatty!
Hang Yu hadnāt had time to question the situation.
"Come, come, let me introduce you." Pang Dahai immediately walked over and put his arm around him, introducing the studio members: "These three are Milk, Orange Juice, and Steamed Bun, they are my core team members!"
Milkās real name is Niu Li, a straightforward and cheerful Northeastern girl with very fair skin, tall stature, and slightly chubby figure.
Orange Juiceās real name 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 name Zhou Ze, with an average appearance, honest and shy, was a former 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 seemed a bit quirky, everyone else appeared quite reliable. After all, they were all former classmates, well-acquainted with each other and relatively trustworthy.
"By the way, Iāve also recruited Big Niu and Steamed Bun from the neighboring dorm," Pang Dahai chuckled, "but theyāre responsible for fieldwork, and theyāre out on assignments now."
So-called fieldwork involves hunting, purchasing, and occasionally promoting Spirit Realm food. Since theyāre mostly outside, these two should be quite capable fighters.
These people are the early team members of the studio.
In the future, they will become the core and upper management of the studio.
Therefore, they have some understanding of Hang Yu and know heās 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 nicknames.
He stared with his fish-like eyes at a certain fatty.
This guy called me over just to introduce a few subordinates?
Iām really busy, you know, and believe me, I could chop someone in a minute!
Pang Dahai quickly said, "Ahem, of course, I did call you over because something big has happened, come in and take a look, youāll see."
It better be something big.
Otherwise, once the forty-meter-long knife is swung, itās hard to pull back.
Hang Yu was led to a storage room for food and tools. As soon as he walked in, something caught his eye.
More precisely, it wasnāt something 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, arenāt you cruel, catching a Husky to use as ingredients?"
Fattyās expression was very serious, "This isnāt an ordinary Husky!"
"What do you mean?"
"You better prepare yourself mentally, or Iām afraid you wonāt handle the shock."
Hang Yu was baffled.
Heās 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, "Thatās it?"
Pang Dahaiās face turned black, and he knocked the Husky on the head, scolding angrily, "Stupid dog, pretending to be dumb now? Donāt you think itās a bit too late? If you keep pretending, weāll have a dog meat hotpot tonight. Iāve already got the pot ready!"
The Husky shivered and wailed, immediately begging, "Awo, awo! Spare me! Donāt eat me! Husky meat doesnāt taste good!"
This Husky.
It actually... started speaking!
In a proper and crisp accent, with a slight Beijing tone.
Hang Yu was somewhat at a loss, "What the heck is this! Whatās happening!"
"Awo awo, I donāt know how to explain it either. After all, Iām just a dog!" The Husky didnāt wait for Pang Dahai to speak, weakly saying again, "I think... I might have become 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 shouldnāt bear this alone. After all, Iām just a two hundred pound kid, so I called you over, if weāre going to crash, letās 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.
Whatās 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, itās impossible for them to come 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, Iām also wondering how to deal with this dog?" Pang Dahai suddenly thought of something, "Hey, do you think a talking dog might be especially nutritious, maybe if we eat it, weāll become stronger? Should we have a dog meat hotpot tonight and try it out?"
The Husky heard this.
It shivered with fear once again.
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