Peerless Chef Qin, KOing Everyone Without Distinction

This wasn't feigned fainting. Zhang Shaokang could only say that he had been overcome with rage. Everything had been proceeding exactly according to the script: Qin Fen's program had been shelved. Even if the kid had unconventional connections, had made it into Guinness World Records, and had even gotten onto National Geographic in the United States, so what? This was China, after all. We had our own set of rules.

Qin Fen was unruly and arrogant, not giving the leaders even the slightest respect. So what if he knew Old Song?

Celestial Empire TV was still Celestial Empire TV. It had its own rules of conduct. Someone as reckless as Qin Fen deserved to be blacklisted. The little incident in the middle had startled Zhang Shaokang, but fortunately, it had ended without disaster. Yet what had just happened was practically a fatal blow. That had been Number One—not only our Number One, but also the leader of the United States. God, had You fucking gone blind?

When Zhang Shaokang heard those words—"Qin Fen, this young man is pretty good"—his heart had shattered. It hadn't broken into pieces; it had been crushed into dust by the merciless facts. Qin Fen had actually made Number One remember his name. Fuck, who in China could blacklist him now? Who would dare? Shelving him? That was a joke!

What if Number One suddenly remembered him one day and asked, "How is that little Qin from the Lotus Pavilion? That young man is pretty good."

Fuck, how would the leaders of Celestial Empire TV handle themselves then? It was better to be safe than sorry. What if Number One met Qin Fen? What the hell—then the sky would fall and the earth would split. By then, everyone involved would be investigated one layer at a