Han Yun lit a cigarette and slowly inhaled it.
If there was an old chain-smoking addict around, he would definitely be able to tell that he did not know how to smoke.
But the lungs, not the soul.
Half a year ago, when a friend came to visit, he forgot to take half a pack of Liqun with him. He had been keeping it in the refrigerator.
Half of the reason for his melancholy was that he had been in debt for more than two million yuan since yesterday.
The other half was the Master Chef System. Before dawn, it suddenly notified him that the binding was successful, scaring him so much that he fell off his bed.
He got up and tried it out. His cooking skills had indeed improved greatly.
Using the only two eggs left in the fridge, coupled with the crab feet that had gone bad, he cooked a delicacy that he had never eaten before.
Only then did he believe that the system was real and not dreaming!
"System, open the newbie gift bag!"
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for unlocking the Manchu Han Imperial Feast (Master-level dish).”
'What do you mean? Wasn't his cooking already at the divine level? Why did the Manchu Han Imperial Feast show Master Level?'
"The host has god-level culinary skills. Any recipe and ingredients used to make the dishes will have a taste of high-grade or above.
However, if he wanted to make a dish that was above the Master Level, he needed to unlock the relevant dishes. He could also learn or develop them himself.”
" I understand the latter part. The first part is just bragging. I don't believe that making poop can taste good!'
"As long as the host is willing, even a bubble of poop can make a high-grade taste.”
" I suspect that you're trying to trick me into eating poop.'
Summon the System Interface
Cooking (Divine Level)
0 divine-tier dishes
0 grandmaster-level dishes
108 Master-level dishes
'This panel is quite simple. There's nothing I can't understand. How could he unlock a divine-tier dish?'
Han Yun wanted to learn or research on his own, but he needed a lot of time. He also needed some luck and opportunities to develop his own.
A Manchu Han Imperial Feast was probably enough, but he no longer had the funds to open a shop.
This was an unlucky year for Han Yun. At the beginning of the year, his partners quit, and he took over all the bad businesses.
Han Yun, who adhered to her principles, maxed out her credit card and paid all her employees.
And because of the reasons that everyone knew, the two milk tea shops that he had invested in for his girlfriend had also closed down.
His girlfriend of four years broke up with him last month because he was in too much debt.
"Completing the system mission will unlock the dish. Now, the host can choose the starting difficulty.
It was a simple start. An investment of 200,000 yuan could unlock one divine-tier dish.
A difficult start. Invest 2 million to unlock 5 divine-tier dishes.
Starting from Hell, an investment of 20 million could unlock 10 divine-tier dishes.
The host can choose not to and unlock it at his own expense:
100 million yuan for a god-level dish
Grandmaster-level dishes: 10 million yuan/piece
Master-level dishes, 1 million yuan/dish."
" F * ck you, is this a Jamaican dollar?'
"The system will settle the accounts using soft money. The host does not have the right to set the price for the dishes that are not unlocked at his own expense.”
" My pockets are cleaner than my face. I can't even afford 20 yuan, let alone 200,000 yuan.
Your Manchu Han Imperial Feast is also worth 100 million yuan. Can you take it back and give me the money?'
"The system can provide a loan for the host. Bound dishes cannot be recycled!”
'A loan? I've already spent all my credit cards, and my credit card limit has been reduced. I can't borrow anymore after I pay back a few small loan applications.'
This was the most difficult part for Han Yun now. Everyone pushed him when he was down.
When he was not short of money, he would take the initiative to contact you to raise the amount of funds, afraid that you would not spend it.
Now that you're in need of money, you're raising interest and lowering the limit. I'm afraid you'll die too slowly.
However, up until now, Han Yun had yet to tell his family and friends. He had always chosen to resist.
"The system will directly transfer the loan to the account. The host's current culinary skills will be used as a guarantee.”
" That's good. Can I pay it back slowly without interest?'
"The system will automatically deduct it from the daily turnover. The interest will be based on the national standard, 3% per month!”
"According to my standards, this is robbery!'The annual interest rate was 36%, the highest standard that the country had acquiesced to.
There was a knock on the door. The middle-ranked Xiao Wu had brought a client to see the house.
They had made an appointment today. Han Yun welcomed them in. It turned out that the owner of the barbecue shop at the entrance of the community wanted to buy a house.
"Brother Han, why didn't you turn on the lights? Is there a blackout?"
Xiao Wu wanted to turn on the lights as soon as she entered. Han Yun's floor was on the fourth floor, so it was a little dark in the morning.
"Hehe, I plan to sell it, but I don't have a charging card.”
Han Yun quickly handed cigarettes to the two of them. When the two of them saw that it was Li Qun, they waved their hands to indicate that they did not smoke. They could only light one for themselves to hide their embarrassment.
Knowing that he was in need of money, Xiao Wu and Boss Li continued to lower the price.
The base price that Han Yun had quoted for this house was already nearly 1,000 per square meter lower than the average price of the residential area.
This Little Wu was not a good person. He knew that he was in need of money, so the two of them discussed how to play a double act.
However, getting the money could solve some of his urgent needs, so he still decided to sell it!
The last request was that the down payment had to be 200,000 yuan in cash. He was afraid that it would be transferred to his bank account.
The system didn't want to invest money on its own, but it was afraid that if it didn't work out, it would owe more than 200,000 yuan.
In the end, the two of them still wanted to take advantage of the situation and said that they wanted to lower the total house price by 10,000 yuan.
Just as he raised his head and was about to compromise, he saw a piece of chicken soup on the TV cabinet:
"If one day, you find me lowering my head in front of mediocrity,
Please fire at me!"
He took a deep puff of the cigarette in his hand and made up his mind.
"Sorry, I'm not selling this house!”
(Kneel, tickets!)
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