For a chef, his dishes were both his calling card and his source of income. Farrell had gone straight for what Qian Kun cared about most, even exposing his despicable deeds. How could he stand that?
"Me, poison the food? Cut the crap! You were the one who paid me to frame Qin Fen! All I did was choose some inferior ingredients. I wasn't nearly as vicious as you. Stop slandering me! There's nothing wrong with my dishes!"
Qin Fen gave Qian Kun a strange look. Oh, I knew you two were up to something. So that was it. Too bad Big Chef brought all his ingredients from Haitian City, with absolutely no corners cut. That batch I ordered was just a decoy. You couldn't sabotage me even if you tried.
Qin Fen hadn't expected taking Farrell down to yield an unexpected bonus!
"Bastard! Now that you've gotten what you wanted, you're denying everything? What did you tell me earlier? You said you'd already arranged everything, that Qin Fen was going down this time, and that the guests would get sick after eating!" Farrell howled from the ground. Since they'd already fucking fallen out, why bother keeping up appearances? Saving his own skin was all that mattered.
"Slander! That's slander! Oh, so you told me to poison the food, and now that I didn't do it, you're framing me? You're shameless!" Qian Kun shot back.
The bystanders all stared wide-eyed. Damn, a simple brawl had actually exposed a scandal like this!
"Farrell is no good. Looks like we'll have to think carefully before working with him again!"
"Exactly. His character clearly leaves a lot to be desired. There's nothing wrong with businessmen pursuing profit, but sabotaging your partners and stooping to such shameless tricks goes against everything our company stands