The Great God of the World

Chapter 12 Crazy Recruitment
At the same time, after Yu Feng hung up the phone, he directly opened the Wanjie recruitment system, and recruited all the heroes who had signed in these days and accumulated in one go.

"Congratulations to the host, you successfully recruited super chef Lan Feihong."

"Congratulations to the host, you have successfully recruited Special Chef Ren."

"Congratulations to the host, you have successfully recruited Master Chef Xie."

"Congratulations to the host, you have successfully recruited the super chef Shiro."

"Congratulations to the host, you have successfully recruited super chef Zhao You."

"Congratulations to the host, you have successfully recruited super chef Meili."

"Congratulations to the host, you successfully found the super chef A Ling."

Yu Feng looked at the seven super chefs who appeared out of nowhere in the room, and twitched his lips in satisfaction.

With the help of these super chefs from the Chinese small family, the problem of insufficient staff in the cafeteria should be solved.

"Tuo Hai, rent a van and take a few people to Tsinghua University to support Ah Xing and the others."

"Brother Feng, don't worry."

Fujiwara Takumi led the people away first, and Yu Feng stayed because he hadn't washed yet.

After all, he would meet Qin Yaxuan today, Yu Feng didn't want to leave a bad impression on his future wife.

Anyway, the problem in the cafeteria was also solved, so Yu Feng simply washed up slowly before going.

Half an hour later, Yu Feng drove the delivery Jetta to Tsinghua University by himself.

As soon as we arrived at the gate of Qing Dynasty, the car was clamped by a Cayenne and a Maserati, preventing us from entering.

Yu Feng rolled down the car window and found that the person driving the Maserati happened to be Tian Sicheng, his face sank.

It seems that if he doesn't teach this rich second generation a lesson, he won't let it go.

At this moment, the yellow-haired young man driving the Cayenne named Yang Wenle pointed at Yu Feng's Jetta and yelled.

"Hurry up and get me out of the car!"

Yu Feng glanced at Tian Sicheng who poked his head out of the car window, and then glanced at the Cayenne's license plate number: Shang A: 88888
It seems that this person, like Tian Sicheng, belongs to the rich second generation circle.

Then let's teach together!
Yu Feng rolled down the car window, with a playful smile on his lips, "I don't know what the two of you are doing?"

The last time Tian Sicheng was slapped in the face by Li Jiancheng, he always felt ashamed in front of Yu Feng, so he hurriedly gave Yang Wenle a wink.

Yang Wenle's family also owns a restaurant. In Shangjing, he can be regarded as the prince of the restaurant industry. The family's assets are even more than one billion. Li Jiancheng has to be polite when he sees him.

After receiving Tian Sicheng's hint, Yang Wenle got out of the car and opened the door, walked up to Yu Feng, squinted his eyes and warned: "Tian Sicheng is my brother, if you slap my brother in the face, it is tantamount to slapping me in the face. Don't give me an explanation today." , don’t even think about opening this shitty canteen!”

After hearing this, Yu Feng laughed and said, "Just the two of you, want to scare me?"

Yang Wenle was overwhelmed by Yu Feng's aura, and became angry from embarrassment: "In the entire Shangjing catering industry, I say 1, no one dares to say 2, even if you are a dragon fish, you have to obediently be a loach to me! Why do you want to pretend to be cheating? I don't think you know why the flowers are so red."

Tian Sicheng also got out of the car, and seeing that Yang Wenle was also pissed off by Yu Feng's disregard for everything, he simply suggested directly: "Brother Le, don't talk nonsense with this kind of person, let him have a match with you if he has the ability. "

Yang Wenle is the well-recognized Fuyang Mountain Rider in the rich second generation circle of Shangjing City!Because, since he was a child, Ai was obsessed with traffic jams, and his family did not allow him to be a driver, so he formed a team of racing friends who love racing. It has been three or four years now. Practiced some techniques.

This time Tian Sicheng came here specifically to find Yang Wenle, on the one hand he wanted to get back the place, and on the other hand he wanted Yang Wenle to win Yu Feng's Batmobile over.

Yang Wenle was reminded by Tian Sicheng, and immediately fought with Yu Feng: "Since we can't get together, let's see the truth under the car! Do you dare to compete with me? If you lose, the Batmobile will be mine."

Tian Sicheng's long-awaited event finally came. He rubbed his palms excitedly and looked at Yu Feng like a hungry wolf seeing meat.

Yu Feng knew that it would be no different than the last match, these two idle rich second generations would definitely not let it go.He simply took out the Flying Escape Talisman he just bought and stuck it under the dashboard of the car.Then he raised his head and said to the two people outside the window: "I can compete with you, but if you lose, this Cayenne and Maserati will belong to me."

Tian Sicheng finally begged his father to buy him a 300 million luxury car.How could he be willing to lose to Yu Feng? Just as he was about to shake his head, he heard Yang Wenle say confidently: "Isn't it just two cars? If you lose, it's all up to you."

Tian Sicheng was in pain, but he couldn't save Yang Wenle's face.After all, he found this person by himself, and he couldn't have an antagonism with Yang Wenle because of a car, so he could only bite the bullet and be bold: "Since Brother Le has spoken, I definitely have no objection."

Yu Feng nodded in satisfaction, and supported the steering wheel with both hands, "Then let's start."

Seeing Yu Feng's calm expression, Tian Sicheng became worried for no reason, pulled Yang Wenle's clothes secretly, and said in a low voice: "Brother Le, this kid seems to have been prepared for a long time! Shall we go back and investigate first, then come again?"

Yang Wenle gave Tian Sicheng a disgusted look, "Do you believe in my driving skills?"

Seeing that Yang Wenle was in a hurry, Tian Sicheng quickly waved his hands and said, "How can you? Brother Le, your driving skills are recognized in the circle as a driving god! It's not a matter of minutes to beat a young man like him."

Yang Wenle briefly explained the route of the racing car to Yu Feng, and got into the car full of ambition, Tian Sicheng followed him and sat in the passenger seat of the Cayenne.

Yang Wenle drove and led Yu Feng to Fuyang Mountain where they often raced, and started the race without any fuss.

Yu Feng drove a badass Jetta, and Yang Wenle drove a modified Cayenne, worth 500 million or more!
Whether it is power performance or the stability of the body, the Cayenne crushes the Jetta in all aspects!

At the beginning of the run, the Jetta was firmly left behind by the Cayenne!
Sitting in the passenger seat, Tian Sicheng hugged Yang Wenle excitedly and kissed him.

"Brother Le, you're so fucking stupid!"

Yang Wenle looked at the Jetta in the rearview mirror, which was far away from him, and shook his head contemptuously: "I thought he had some skills, but he turned out to be a fraud, he can only pretend, but can't drive! With this kind of thing If you spread the word about the racing car, I will drop the price!"

Tian Sicheng agreed with Ma: "Yes, yes! Brother Le's driving skills are still number one in Beijing!"

At the same time, Yu Feng sat in the Jetta and finally finished reciting the incantation to activate the talisman.

The red symbol on the yellow paper suddenly lit up, and then the outside of the car was immediately covered with a layer of transparent mask. The mask only flashed once, and the Jetta flew out like an arrow from the string with a "whoosh" sound!
When they passed the Cayenne ahead, Yang Wenle and Tian Sicheng, who were still bragging about each other in the car, suddenly became confused!
Tian Sicheng was the first to react, pointing at the Jetta that had already left them behind, his eyes widened, and he said in a trembling voice in disbelief: "He, he, him, why is he so fast?"

Yang Wenle held the hand on the steering wheel, covered in cold sweat for a moment, and said solemnly: "I want to know too! Shit!"

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(End of this chapter)