Chapter 783: Reincarnation

After the meal, Huang Neng was too embarrassed to stay for long, so he left in a hurry with Zhang Xiaoqiang. The car drove out of the village, and Huang Neng, who was drunk, gave Zhang Xiaoqiang a thumbs up: "Brother, you have a great appetite! My restaurant needs customers like you. One person can replace more than ten people. I will make a fortune."

Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that Huang Neng's car was swaying from side to side, so he said: "Let me drive."

Huang Neng slapped his head and said: "Yes, I can't drink and drive, and you haven't drunk, so you can drive the car."

So the two sides changed positions, and Zhang Xiaoqiang asked: "How do you drive the car?"

Huang Neng was a little drunk, and thought Zhang Xiaoqiang was joking, and said: "How do you drive? Step on the accelerator, turn the steering wheel, and go forward. If something happens, step on the brake. Is it simple?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang said "Oh" and asked which One is the accelerator, the other is the brake, and the other is the steering wheel. Then he stepped on the accelerator and the car rushed out with a "boom". The strong push on the back suddenly made Huang Neng sober. He screamed, "Brother, this is a winding mountain road, you can't drive fast!"

After pressing the accelerator several times, the speed of the car gradually slowed down. Zhang Xiaoqiang smiled and said, "Driving is quite interesting."

Huang Neng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked with a chuckle, "Brother? You really haven't driven a car before?"

"No, it's my first time driving." Zhang Xiaoqiang said, "Didn't you say that I lost my memory and didn't remember anything about the past."

Huang Neng's expression was dull, because he found that Zhang Xiaoqiang's driving level was higher than his, stable and fast. He shook his head and said, "How is it possible? You are so fierce the first time you drive? Are you the reincarnation of the God of Cars?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang smiled slightly, "Maybe."

Under Huang Neng's guidance, it took less than an hour to return to the hotel where Huang Neng was. This restaurant is an independent four-story building that specializes in banquets. The business is booming, and the parking lot in front of the restaurant is full of cars of various guests. As soon as Huang Neng came down, he vomited all over the floor with a loud "wow", and it took him a long time to recover. He looked up at Zhang Xiaoqiang and said, "Brother, what are your plans?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang blinked: "No plans."

Huang Neng straightened up, touched his chin, grinned and said, "How about this, if you don't mind, stay in the restaurant, the kitchen is in need of handymen, as long as you have strong arms, you can do it, okay?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded: "Okay, Brother Huang, thank you."

"You're welcome." Huang Neng smiled slightly, "Food and accommodation are provided, and the salary is tentatively set at 3,000 per month. The settlement will be on the 5th of the next month. Come on, I'll take you to the kitchen to walk around and get to know the chefs there."

Due to the hot business of the restaurant, more than a dozen chefs were hired, and countless people were doing odd jobs, some washing vegetables, some cleaning, and some boiling water. Because Zhang Xiaoqiang was new, he only did simple labor work at first, such as moving things, stirring meat stuffing, chopping bones, etc.

Unconsciously, three days passed. Everyone in the kitchen liked Zhang Xiaoqiang very much, because this young man was clean and handsome, worked very hard, and greeted everyone he met. He was kind. Especially the waitresses, some of them often looked at him with a wink, and it seemed that they wanted to be friends with him.

This morning, Huang Neng had already rushed to the kitchen three times in a hurry, because the five cooks who went out to buy things in the morning had not returned yet. Today is the busiest day of the restaurant, with hundreds of banquets to prepare, and that must not be ruined. Suddenly, Huang Neng's cell phone rang. After answering it and listening to a few words, he was startled and asked quickly: "What? A car accident? Is everyone okay?"

The five cooks' small truck collided with a minibus and were seriously injured. Now they are all lying in the hospital and it is impossible for them to cook again. Huang Neng asked them to take good care of their injuries and sent the manager to the hospital to pay the medical expenses. After dealing with these things, he sat weakly on the chair in the kitchen, looking depressed. The chefs are not up to standard and can't make money, which is secondary. The key is that the hotel's reputation is damaged.

At this time, Zhang Xiaoqiang came over, holding a batch of dumpling noodles in his left and right hands. He put down the things and asked curiously: "Brother Huang, why are you frowning?" In the whole hotel, he was the only one who called Huang Neng Huang brother, and everyone else had to respectfully call him boss.

Huang Neng smiled bitterly: "The chefs were injured in a car accident, and today's banquet can't be made. We have to make up for the loss this time and return the money as compensation." He stood up, "I have to hurry to entertain the guests, let the guests go to other restaurants quickly."

A worker said: "Boss, why don't you ask other chefs to help?"

Huang Neng shook his head: "One carrot, one pit, they are all married, I won't take this kind of business."

Zhang Xiaoqiang thought about it, and suddenly said: "It's just cooking, let me try."

Huang Neng was stunned, he looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang in surprise: "Brother, you can cook too?"

"I didn't know how to cook before, but I saw that they have cooked a lot these days, so I should be able to do it." Zhang Xiaoqiang said as a matter of course.

"It doesn't matter if you know how to cook. There are six cooks missing, and you are the only one. Can you do the work of six people?" Huang Neng obviously didn't believe it, and stared at him, but he obviously didn't give up, and actually held some hope for Zhang Xiaoqiang.

"Try it." Zhang Xiaoqiang said lightly, "It should be possible."

Huang Neng suddenly remembered Zhang Xiaoqiang's driving. He had never driven a car before, but he drove it very steadily. He thought that maybe he was a cook before he lost his memory. Anyway, there was no other way, so he might as well try his best. Thinking of this, he bowed to Zhang Xiaoqiang again and again: "Xiaoqiang, you are my brother! Today, I rely on you. As long as you can cook the dishes, I will help you personally."

Time was running out, so Zhang Xiaoqiang started cooking based on his memory. Because it mainly makes banquet noodles, there are only so many dishes. The most complete set meal only has over a hundred dishes. He had watched the recipes of these dishes for three days and was already very familiar with them. After a few platters, Huang Neng saw that the kitchen knife turned into a cold light in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand. After a strange sound, before he could react, a plate of diced vegetables was cut out, with even thickness.

"Master!" With just one look, Huang Neng knew something in his mind, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he really started beating Zhang Xiaoqiang.

In this way, Zhang Xiaoqiang moved like lightning, doing the work of six people by himself, and dish after dish came out under his hands. Huang Neng found it a pleasure to watch Zhang Xiaoqiang cooking. When he was cooking, the food in the big iron pot would tumble violently with a flick of his hand, and it would be cooked in a matter of seconds. Moreover, he can control five iron pots at the same time. With just one shake each time, the dishes can roll several times, and his skill in handling spoons is superb.

What's even more rare is that Zhang Xiaoqiang's calculations are precise when cooking, and there will never be any mistakes when what should be done. Generally, only experienced master chefs can achieve such perfection, but he can do it better than the master chef.

One dish after another was brought to the table by the waiter for the guests to eat. The waiter who delivered the food was a pretty girl who was ten years old. When she came back, she gave Zhang Xiaoqiang a thumbs up and said: "Brother Xiaoqiang, the guests all praised the deliciousness of today's food. You are so awesome."

Zhang Xiaoqiang smiled slightly and said, "That's good."

Huang Neng was devastated. Unexpectedly, he went back to his hometown and picked up a treasure. Can the six cooks be fired? Just leave Zhang Xiaoqiang alone? However, he quickly gave up this idea. He had to be kind. Besides, he didn't know how long Zhang Xiaoqiang could work. If he left in a few days, the cook couldn't be fired.

The busy day finally passed, and Huang Neng invited Zhang Xiaoqiang to drink in the evening. Huang Neng's drinking capacity was very small, and he felt dizzy after a few drinks. He said to Zhang Xiaoqiang emotionally: "Brother, thanks to you today, I have to thank you."

Zhang Xiaoqiang said with a smile: "I am working for you, Brother Huang, you don't have to be so polite."

Huang Neng looked at him and said seriously: "Brother, I found that you are definitely a talent. You said you don't know how to drive. You can start driving as soon as you drive. You can drive better than me. You said you have never cooked before, but you only know how to drive." After watching it for a few days, you can compete with the chef. You are really good, so if you continue to stay at my place, it will be a waste of your talent. "

Zhang Xiaoqiang was stunned: "Then where should I go?"

Huang Neng has been living in the urban-rural fringe area for so many years and knows many people from all walks of life. He thought about it and said, "Brother, have you ever heard of the Fugui Gang?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang blinked: "Fugui Gang? What is it?"

"It's not a thing, it's a nationwide gang. It's very amazing!" Huang Neng looked regretful. "A few years ago, someone suggested that I join the Fugui Gang, but I didn't agree. But slowly I discovered that this Fugui Gang is really It’s a good place. It’s not a gang, but a very cohesive and strictly managed social organization. I heard that those who join the Fugui Gang will rise very quickly as long as they have the ability and ability to understand the rules.”

"What are the benefits?" Zhang Xiaoqiang asked.

"There are too many benefits. First of all, no one dares to bully people from the Fugui Gang. Secondly, the income is very high. In the Fugui Gang, you can accumulate 'merit points'. If you have enough merits, you can be promoted. Let me give you an example. My cousin graduated from college. Later, I joined the Fugui Gang and worked in the operation department. Now I have become a department manager, with a monthly income of 100,000 yuan, which is even more profitable than me working hard to open a restaurant. "

Zhang Xiaoqiang thought for a while and said, "Okay, then go to Fugui Gang." He was obviously attracted by the high salary there.

Huang Neng smiled "haha": "Then I wish you all the best, brother. If you become prosperous in the future, don't forget me, brother!"

The next day, Huang Neng specially drove Zhang Xiaoqiang to a hotel. The hotel is the business of the Fugui Gang, and it is also the place where the big brother in the district talks. It was through his cousin that Huang Neng recommended Zhang Xiaoqiang to his eldest brother, hoping to have a good future. In the Fugui Gang, the "big brother" is equivalent to the "county chief" level figure, with very great power, so Huang Neng was very nervous when he saw the legendary "big brother".

On the contrary, Zhang Xiaoqiang was very calm. He looked around curiously, observing everyone here.

Huang Neng's cousin was in his twenties and looked gentle and elegant. He smiled and said to the middle-aged man sitting calmly on the sofa: "Brother, this man's name is Zhang Xiaoqiang. It is said that he is a talent."

The middle-aged man had an ordinary appearance, but his eyes were bright and very calm. He looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang and asked, "What are you capable of?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang thought to himself, what can I do? He summarized recent events and replied, "I learn things quickly."

"Oh? Are you a quick learner?" The middle-aged man became interested, "Then can you learn it for me on the spot?"

"Okay." Zhang Xiaoqiang said very calmly and without any stage fright.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, and a strong man walked out from behind him. This man is in his thirties, with strong vitality. He is a master of peak dark power and a gold medal fighter around middle-aged people. The man nodded slightly to Zhang Xiaoqiang and said, "My name is Long Biao. I'm going to do some Songxi kite boxing. If you can learn it, you'll be considered a quick learner."

After saying that, he opened the frame, punched and twisted his body. This kite fist was compact and coherent, with each move following the next, and linked together. In terms of technique, it takes advantage of the situation and leverages the force, avoids the real and strikes the virtual, and also implies grappling and falling. You can see him coaxing or luring, or probing or hitting, or grabbing or falling. The practice is light and unrestrained, alternating between slow and fast, and the movement is like a kite swooping down on food and an eagle soaring into the sky.

This set of boxing took more than half an hour, and it was dazzling to everyone. Not to mention remembering the movements, it was even difficult to remember how many movements there were. Huang Neng couldn't help but look at Zhang Xiaoqiang worriedly. Can he remember it? The middle-aged brother clapped his hands and praised, saying: "Long Biao, your boxing skills have improved again. In a few years, you may not be able to see the transformation of strength and become a first-class master."

After saying that, he looked at Zhang Jun and asked with a smile: "Boy, you said you are good at learning, then you can perform this set of 144 kite fists for me!"