Don't mess with the new generation of mountain-splitting monsters

The moment the middle-aged man spoke, his words had the desired effect. In the quiet cabin, several of his employees and models turned to look at Qin Fen, waiting for his answer. The same strange expression appeared on every face. A chef who dabbled in photography in such an odd way? They already had a pretty good idea of the answer.

Humans were social animals who needed groups, and ever since groups had formed, another sort of occupation had emerged: the bystander. Their pleasure lay in watching the fun. If they could watch someone show off and make a fool of himself, all the better. Right now, Qin Fen was a textbook example.

Watching the strange tension build between the two men, everyone grew wildly excited.

One was a big boss in entertainment and media, and the other was a chef. Such a vast disparity made them anticipate the outcome even more.

"Heh, maybe he thought my skills were decent. It was just a lucky coincidence!" Qin Fen had no desire to argue with the man. Winning would be meaningless anyway. Even so, he admired the owner of Sea House. At least the man had the guts to hire a newcomer like him.

"I actually admire that boss's courage and eye for talent." Qin Fen quietly pushed back. Big Chef's contrary streak was no joke. Expecting him to keep silent was practically impossible.

That was an even-handed, faultless answer. The middle-aged man inwardly cursed the slippery little bastard. His opponent had defused the crisis in an instant.

But although the crisis had passed, Qin Fen's evasiveness gave the people around him an entirely different impression: he did not dare name the company.

Anyone could brag, but if you wanted to swagger while doing it, you needed something to back it