Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

Clairvoyance is a good thing, allowing Lincoln to squeeze all the money out of the thieves without having to do it himself.

Bank bills are a problem, but it's not a big problem. A few dozen dollars in cash is enough for him to use for a while. After all, Dayang still has purchasing power at this time.

Carrying five hundred dollars with him, Lincoln left the silent den of thieves. This time, no discerning thief dared to touch Lincoln's pockets.

Qishilin is the most famous western restaurant in Tianjin, and the free bread provided is the only cheap thing in Tianjin.

In fact, it is not a cheap thing, because if you want those waiters to serve you free bread, you must first have to wear decent clothes and order a meal or drink.

This is Shilin's rule, and Lincoln decided to teach the young store owner a lesson today.

As for why...does a boring Superman need a reason for what he wants to do?

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Starting from Shilin.

"I've thought about it. I want to be famous, but not true." Chen Shi's expression was dull.

Hearing Chen Shi's words, Zheng Shanao, a top martial artist in Tianjin, couldn't help but smile: "The bread from Shilin is free of charge. This is the only cheap thing in Tianjin."

"Besides your nodding, there is an old rule. If you have fought in eight martial arts schools, you can gain a foothold in Tianjin."

"No one has hit Wujia so far. Even Shilin's bread, no one has eaten Wujia."

"Ten more loaves!"

Zheng Shanao, Chen Shi:???

The sudden sound of business interrupted the two people's conversation. They couldn't help but turn their heads and saw that on the table next to them, Lincoln was eating large pieces of bread in an elegant and rapid manner.

Chen Shi did not speak, but Zheng Shanao suddenly became interested. He carefully counted the empty baskets on the table, and then looked at Lincoln: "There are nineteen baskets in total. Good appetite, little brother."

"It's just so-so." Lincoln smiled: "I'm just here to teach the boss of this store a lesson. There are some rules that can't be followed randomly, otherwise something will happen."

"Little brother, you can't eat a few." Zheng Shanao suddenly laughed and pointed at the ceiling: "Qishilin is the top Western restaurant in Tianjin. Anyone here can eat bread for one meal.

A man is left alive to die."

"I don't think so." Lincoln smiled and put the empty basket aside and raised his hand again: "Twenty loaves."

At this time, Zheng Shanao, who had been focusing his attention on Lincoln, discovered that all ten large loaves of bread, enough to choke a man to death, were eaten in just a few words.

One big loaf of bread weighs a pound, and ten of them weigh a full ten pounds.

Just like that, the effort was gone in less than a minute, and he didn't even see any rise and fall in Lincoln's belly.

When he was young, he also saw the big eater Zheng Shanao, who could cook ten kilograms of noodles in one minute. To put it bluntly, he suspected that Lincoln was not a human being at all.

Zheng Shanao was lost in thought for a while, and the waiter in the restaurant also came up with an ugly expression: "I'm sorry, sir, we have no bread in the kitchen."

"Really?" Lincoln wiped his hands and smiled at the waiter: "I doubt whether you have any more or are unwilling to enforce your restaurant's rules."

"The rules of Shilin are set by yourselves. As long as you can afford the food, the bread tube is free of charge. What? You can't afford it now?"

At this point, seeing a hint of anger in the waiter's eyes, Lincoln changed the topic again: "But it doesn't matter. Maybe your kitchen is not stocked well, and I can understand that."

"I will come over tomorrow and tell the chef of your restaurant that I will eat five hundred tomorrow and ask them to prepare the ingredients, otherwise they will just take off the sign. By the way, don't expect to get the bread from outside.

Fool me and I'll eat it."

Qishin's big ribs are not easy to make. Lincoln has seen their kitchen. Five hundred big ribs means that they have to spend a whole morning on it.

The equipment is like this and cannot be changed by humans.

The day after tomorrow, his request will be raised to a thousand. Unless they are willing not to receive any guests for a day, within three days, the only cheap thing in Tianjin will disappear.

Chen Shi should thank him. At least with Lincoln, he didn't need to forcefully stuff five big trains in. It would feel very supportive.

Pushing the untouched medium-rare steak in front of him, Lincoln stood up and was about to leave. Zheng Shanao, who had been silent all the time, suddenly called him out: "Little brother, would you like to stay and chat with me?"

"Let's talk? What are we talking about?" Lincoln unceremoniously pulled the stool beside Chen Shi and sat down: "One of you is a top martial artist, and the other is a martial arts practitioner who wants to open a martial arts studio. Can we have

Nothing to talk about."

"There's a lot to talk about." Zheng Shan smiled proudly and pointed at Chen Shi: "You have finished eating the bread from Qi Shilin. Master Chen can't even eat bread now."

"Don't worry." Lincoln waved his hand: "They must still have some food in the kitchen. When I leave, Master Chen will be able to eat it."

Zheng Shanao laughed and became more interested: "My little brother is also an interesting person. I don't know what to call him? Why did you come to Tianjin?"

"My name is Lincoln. I came to Tianjin and seemed bored. I just walked around here to see if I could do anything."

"Doing business? Are you also opening a martial arts gym like Master Chen?"

"You can see it there?"

"Except for people who practice martial arts, few people in the world have such an appetite. Moreover, I see that you have a strength in your movements that is not something ordinary people can use, so I made a guess. Am I right?"

"It wasn't right just now. But it's right now." Lincoln laughed: "I didn't originally want to open a martial arts gym, but now I might be able to do it. Anyway, I have nothing to do with my free time, so why not just have fun."

"You also want to open a martial arts gym?" Zheng Shanao's eyes flashed with a glint: "Then I don't know where little brother Lin is from."

"No school, no sect."

"No school or sect?" Zheng Shanao became even more interested.

There are often only two ways to say something without a door or a sect.

One is really without a sect, and has learned a little from here and there, playing small tricks; and the other is starting from scratch, and there is no sect yet.

Zheng Shanao looked at Lincoln up and down and felt that he did not look like the first type, so he said: "Why don't you go to my martial arts gym to practice? Maybe you can succeed?"

"It's okay to practice, but..."

"But what?"

"We still have to continue playing in this club."

"Easy to say, easy to say." Zheng Shanao made the decision immediately, paid for the meal, and finally looked at Chen Shi, who had been silent all this time: "Master Chen happens to be here, why don't we take a look together."

"Okay." Chen Shi nodded, and the three of them went out immediately.

When they walked to the gate, a few people saw the restaurant staff hastily hanging a sign outside: From today on, the restaurant will stop serving unlimited bread.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Shanao immediately laughed: "Brother Lin is so talented that he can force Shilin to change his brand. You are still the first in so many years."

"Average, average."