Chapter 450 The Night of the God of Cookery! Nine Stars in a Row!

As night falls, the bright lights of Tsim Sha Tsui reflect the night sky.

A neat row of motorcades were driving slowly on the busy road.

Bai Xiuzhu in the car looked out the window at the towering buildings and the trendy clothes on pedestrians, with a trace of confusion in her eyes.

Just two days ago, Zheng Jirong took her from Shanghai in 1928 to Hong Kong Island in 1991.

When Zheng Jirong first told him that he was from Hong Kong Island decades later, Bai Xiuzhu thought her man was insane. When she was thinking about whether to feed him crotons or hang a weight around his neck, Zheng Jirong suddenly raised his hand. She opened the space-time tunnel, and by the time she reacted, she had arrived in a world full of high-rise buildings.

Until this moment, Bai Xiuzhu was convinced that Zheng Jirong was a person from the future.

And it's not just an ordinary person from the future. After reading the newspaper news for a few days, she discovered that her boyfriend, who still relied on her to make a fortune in Shanghai, was surprisingly powerful in this world.

But these are not important. Although she feels a little uncomfortable, she has seen all these before in Shanghai, including cars, yachts and luxury houses. Including Zheng Jirong's status and power in Hong Kong Island, she does not feel that it is very powerful.

After all, in terms of status, she was the biological sister of the Vice Prime Minister in another time and space, and the biological niece of the Chief of General Staff of the National Army. Zheng Jirong would not be able to match her even if his power increased tenfold.

But what really made her uncomfortable, even a little sad, was that she discovered that she was more than fifty years older than Zheng Jirong!

Oh my God

When she thought of this, she suddenly tugged at the hem of the skirt in her hand angrily.

Seeing Zheng Jirong looking out the window with a faint smile on his lips, Bai Xiuzhu felt unhappy and subconsciously punched him twice.

It always felt like he was laughing at his age.

Zheng Jirong, who had been scolded a few times at this time, didn't know what she was thinking. He just thought that Bai Xiuzhu had not adapted to life on Hong Kong Island and was a little uncomfortable.

His attention was now completely attracted by a strange scene in the night sky.

Nine stars with almost the same size and brightness are like a straight line inserted across the night sky.

Nine stars in a row!

I had known that the night of the God of Cookery would not be simple. Looking at this situation, there is no chance that Guanyin would actually appear.

That's right, tonight is the final day of the God of Cookery Competition.

And the destination of their convoy is also the venue where the competition is held, the [Jumbo Seafood Restaurant] located at the Tsim Sha Tsui Pier!

The car stopped slowly, and the magnificent and magnificent floating restaurant came into view outside the window.

The entire [Jumbo Seafood Restaurant] is more than 70 meters long, 30 meters wide, and three stories high. It covers an area of ​​more than 4,000 square meters and can accommodate more than 2,000 people for dining.

Known as the world's largest sea restaurant.

And it is also an industry of the catering branch of Huasheng Group.

Zheng Jirong fell in love with this ship at the first sight. If it can be managed well, it will definitely become a landmark check-in place on Hong Kong Island. There is no reason not to buy it.

So the Happy Restaurant Group spent 30 million to build it, and as soon as it was launched, Huasheng spent 40 million to forcefully buy the boat. After all, Big Happy also made 10 million.

"Have you never seen such a novel floating restaurant in Shanghai?" Zheng Jirong gently held Bai Xiuzhu in his arms and asked with a smile.

"No." Bai Xiuzhu stared curiously at the "Jumbo Seafood Restaurant" in front of her, and asked with some doubts in her eyes: "But why open a restaurant on the ship?"

Zheng Jirong was stunned for a moment, then shrugged and said jokingly: "Maybe... because it's not easy to catch fire."

The two of them walked into the boat hand in hand. At this time, Linglingqi and a group of people had been waiting here for a long time.

Seeing Zheng Jirong, they quickly gathered around.

After Ling Lingqi nodded to Bai Xiuzhu, she whispered in Zheng Jirong's ear: "I have checked everything and found nothing unusual."

Zheng Jirong nodded, then turned to Xu Zhengyang: "Have you made arrangements over there?"

Xu Zhengyang responded quickly: "More than five hundred guards have been deployed, each equipped with weapons, including machine guns, submachine guns and even rocket launchers. Now there are our people in every corner of the ship."

Hearing this, Zheng Jirong frowned and said, "Why are they so scattered? Gather them all and rest on the deck. Once they hear my order, they will immediately rush in fully armed."

"clear!"

Xu Zhengyang nodded heavily and turned around to execute the order.

After he left, Ling Lingqi was a little puzzled and said, "Arong, what kind of airplane do you want to do? It's just a cooking competition. Why are you doing it like you're facing an enemy?"

Then he suddenly thought of something, and his eyes suddenly became sharp, "Is there another foreign agent who wants to trouble you? CIA? MI6? Mossad?"

"Don't worry, senior brother," Zheng Jirong explained: "Don't think wildly. If it was really Mossad or something, how could I still take helicopters and cars in the past few days?"

He then patted him on the shoulder, nodded and said: "Go in, you will know when the time comes."

Entering the cabin, a large group of reporters gathered around them, led by a female reporter wearing a red leather vest, with a smoky make-up on her face as if she had just gotten off work from a nightclub.

Zheng Jirong did not accept the interview. He carefully scanned the surrounding environment and found that he did not see the abbot who had a wet dream.

It looks like he hasn't followed the wind yet.

When we arrived at the arranged competition site, almost all the guests and players were already in place.

After seeing him, everyone came up to greet him.

The people who came were almost the same as he expected. Both the host who looked like Vincy and the female referee Xue Jiayan with a mole on her forehead were exactly the same as in the movie.

The only difference was that Liao Jie from Manhanlou was added to the contestant seats, and Zheng Jirong himself was added to the invited guests.

Sitting in the guest seats, Zheng Jirong looked up at the contestant stage and found that there was an empty seat.

As expected, it was Stephen Chow's competition seat.

As for Stephen's life trajectory, he had never intervened much. He just opened a canning company with him. As for his future experience, Zheng Jirong was waiting and watching.

However, although he did not intervene, he sent people to monitor him secretly. If nothing unexpected happened, Stephen Chow should break into the game through the window in the last second of the game, just like in the movie.

The clock turned minute by minute, and the game was in the last minute in an instant.

When the clock started to tick to the last second, the window suddenly shattered, and a man with white hair and a vicissitudes of life jumped in.

Just when the audience was attracted by this sudden intruder, Zheng Jirong and Ling Lingqi turned their heads and looked at the referee's stand!

Just now, a strong and terrifying aura suddenly appeared in their perception.

There was a monk in a cassock sitting cross-legged!