Top-Tier Superpower Student

The waiter nodded her head like a little hammer, just about to instruct the kitchen to prepare the dishes, when Lin Tian stopped her, "Bring me a bottle of every type of liquor here that's in the five-figure range. I want to give them all a try!"

The waiter was even more baffled now. Liquor was much more expensive than food. A bottle of every type of five-figure liquor would cost at least several tens of millions. More importantly, could they even finish it all? Wasn't this just wasting money?

However, as soon as Wang Yuan patted his wallet, the waiter had nothing to say, though her eyes harbored a hint of contempt for Lin Tian and Wang Yuan.

It's just money, isn't it? Having money doesn't mean you have to waste it like this. Where's the decency?

Soon, several plates of cold dishes and desserts were served first, followed by more than a hundred bottles of expensive liquor, both white and red, though red was more plentiful.

"Vodka Blue!"

Wang Yuan pointed at a blue bottle of liquor and shouted.

Vodka Blue, worth eight hundred thousand a bottle, made in Russia. Wang Yuan loved drinking this liquor the most because it didn't give him a headache; the more he drank, the better he felt.

He quickly opened a bottle and took a small sip.

"Wow, refreshing! Brother Tian, you have to try this!"

He poured a cup for Lin Tian, who took a sip. He didn't understand much about liquor; to him, it tasted no different from the ten-yuan bottle of Rui Ao he usually drank.

Wang Yuan curled his lip and looked at Lin Tian with an expression reserved for country bumpkins, casually picking up a slice of cucumber to eat.

"Brother Tian, try this smashed cucumber, it's quite tasty."

Lin Tian shrugged and said, "Idiot, no matter how good the cucumber is, it's still just a cucumber. I only have so much stomach space, and there's a lot more delicious food waiting for me. I'm not just going to fill up on cucumber."

Wang Yuan was left speechless, unable to rebut. Upon further thought, he realized Lin Tian was damn right.

The really good dishes were still to come; why waste stomach space on some lousy cucumber!

He quickly spat out the cucumber and rinsed his mouth with Vodka Blue. Rinsing your mouth with Vodka Blue—now that was something no one else could top.

After a while, a fragrant aroma drifted in from outside, followed by a hall manager leading a few waiters carrying dishes into the room.

The waiter quickly placed the dishes on the table and then stepped back, as the hall manager smiled politely and approached the two men.

"Please try the dishes and see if there's anything unsatisfactory. If there is, let me know immediately, and I'll have the kitchen redo them."

With the way Lin Tian had ordered, this meal was going to cost eight figures. Making such a sale, the hall manager stood to earn a hefty commission. To him, Lin Tian and Wang Yuan were now his "providers," and he had to serve them well.

Lin Tian thought to himself: Why has he come now? I haven't even started eating. It's not time to pick faults yet. Wait until I'm ready, and I'll make you cry.

Wang Yuan, drooling over the dishes, promptly said, "Uh, you can go for now. I'll call you if there's an issue."

"Please take your time," the hall manager said with a smile as he left.

No sooner had the hall manager gone than Wang Yuan reached for a chicken and tore off a thigh.

Took a bite.

Wow!

Delicious!

"Big brother, you have no idea, this chicken is called Reed-grass Tail Chicken. In all of Huaxia, only this restaurant makes it with the most authentic taste. I had it once when I was a kid and have never forgotten it. But as I grew up, the relationship between the Li Family and our Wang Family gradually soured. Grandfather stopped me from patronizing Li Family's restaurants, so this is only my second time eating Reed-grass Tail Chicken. Give it a try, it's so delicious!"

Lin Tian took the chicken thigh, dismissively saying, "It's just a Reed-grass Tail Chicken, how much can it cost? You go to Tianyuan Casino, giving the Li Family so much money, and your grandfather doesn't even care. I think your grandfather has become senile."

Wang Yuan's face turned bitter, and he choked on his food, hurriedly taking a sip of Vodka Blue to smooth his breath.

Lin Tian also took a bite. It truly was tasty. But he controlled his appetite, just trying a bite and not anymore.

"Don't like it?" Wang Yuan asked.

"Tasty," replied Lin Tian, "but we've only started with about twenty dishes so far, and there are over a thousand more to come. Can't be greedy, have to take it slow."

Wang Yuan took the hint and put the chicken thigh down, waiting for more dishes to come.

The entire kitchen was bustling like a beehive. It took more than two hours to serve all the dishes Lin Tian had ordered.

The waiter had to add a few extra-large tables to the private room, and they were filled with a variety of delicacies.

Lin Tian and Wang Yuan would only taste one bite of each dish, not giving in to gluttony. Even so, they had only sampled over six hundred dishes; the rest they simply couldn't eat anymore.

Lin Tian secretly lamented—he really wished his mother had given him two stomachs!

With their meal complete, it was time to move on to fault-finding mode.

Wang Yuan took a sip of liquor to settle his stomach, and then, with a heavy heart, started smashing several bottles of the expensive liquor onto the ground.

"Damn it, what kind of dishes are these? Where's the hall manager? Get your hall manager here right now."

The waiter promptly rushed in, saw the anger on Wang Yuan and Lin Tian's faces, and without a word, hurried off to fetch the hall manager.

The hall manager knew trouble was brewing. Not only did he rush over, but he also summoned the executive chef who managed the kitchen.

The hall manager and the executive chef, two big shots of the restaurant, entered Lin Tian's private room.

Both held positions of considerable importance in the restaurant, one interfacing with customers as the front-end manager, and the other as the emperor of the kitchen, dealing with food and cooks.

Despite working in different environments, their work styles were dissimilar.

The hall manager was smooth and suave, treating guests with a principle of minimizing potential problems.

The executive chef, who was accustomed to being the emperor in the kitchen, had an indignant look on his face, not even a trace of a smile, which was simply irritating.

The lobby manager approached with a cheery smile, "Gentlemen, what seems to be the issue with the food? Is it not to your liking?"

Wang Yuan said nothing. In fact, the food was quite tasty; he left the nitpicking to Lin Tian.

Lin Tian pointed at a serving of hot and spicy duck heads, "This is too spicy, not good."

Then he pointed at a serving of sweet and sour spareribs, "This is too sour and too sweet, thumbs down!"

"And this one is too bland, tasteless."

His comments stupefied the other three, and the lobby manager's face was now devoid of a smile.

Clearly, this was nitpicking. How could hot and spicy duck heads not be spicy?

The sweet and sour spareribs are supposed to have plenty of sugar and vinegar!

The excuses were far too strained. Wang Ying nudged Lin Tian under the table and said in a low voice, "Brother Tian, it's too obvious, find another excuse."

Oh!

Lin Tian then said, "Your dishes not only taste awful but also lack ingredients, deceiving customers, big liar!"

The executive chef's face flushed with anger, while the lobby manager, helpless, inquired, "Sir, our establishment is a five-star hotel; it's impossible for us to serve anything substandard, I can assure you that with our hotel's reputation as my guarantee."

Hmph!

Lin Tian pointed at a plate of shredded pork with garlic sauce using his chopsticks.

"Why is there no fish in the shredded pork with garlic sauce!"

At this remark, the chef nearly rolled his eyes, and Wang Yuan also helplessly shook his head, covering his eyes with his hand.

How embarrassing.

Lin Tian continued, "Braised lion's head, why is there no actual lion's head?"

"Stir-fried sea cucumber with noodles, where's the sea cucumber!"

The lobby manager realized that Lin Tian was blatantly looking for trouble. Years of professional habit led him to conclude that with clients like this, he had to indulge them; explaining was futile and pointless.

"Alright, alright, sir, I will immediately prepare for you shredded pork with fish in garlic sauce, braised lion's head with actual lion's head, and noodles with the assured inclusion of sea cucumber," he responded.

Then he turned to the executive chef, "Go make it now, just as this guest has requested, and be quick about it."

The lobby manager was slick, but the executive chef had a quick temper. In the kitchen, he was the boss, and nobody dared to wrong him, and over time this formed his temperamental nature.

"If shredded pork with garlic sauce shouldn't have fish and braised lion's head shouldn't have any lion's head, then should this plate of 'wife cakes' include my wife in it?"

Seeing trouble brewing, the lobby manager quickly intercepted the chef, "Just go and cook, quickly!"

The executive chef furiously shoved the lobby manager aside, "Based on what you're saying, should I add a pot to the Guo Bao Meat? Even if I add it, can you actually eat it?"

Lin Tian slammed his hand down on the table fiercely, and his temper flared instantly.

The lobby manager knew then that things had escalated.

Lin Tian shouted, "What's wrong with you? Customers are gods. Is this how you treat me, your god?"

The executive chef retorted, "If the food is not made correctly, I'll certainly remake it, but you are clearly looking for faults. Tell me, what is your real intention?"

Lin Tian violently flipped over a table, yelling, "Damn it, I'm here to find faults, so what!"

"Security, security, seize them, hurry, catch them...!"

About a dozen bodyguards rushed in, but in less than ten seconds, all were knocked down by Lin Tian.

"Smash it!"

Lin Tian shouted loudly, swinging a table leg and smashing it hard against a porcelain vase.

Wang Yuan did not take the initiative to act, instead he made a call, asking nearby skilled fighters to come help with the destruction.

A five-star hotel, towering dozens of stories high, was indeed going to take a while to smash.

Following this, Wang Yuan also joined in the destruction, he and Lin Tian smashed from the top down, while skilled fighters from below smashed their way up.

Some thought using their hands was too slow and directly used their superpowers.

In no time at all, the entire hotel was thrown into chaos, filled with the sound of smashing and the screams of the guests, echoing everywhere as people scrambled to escape.

A group of people adhered to a principle of "smash whatever is expensive, without injuring anyone," and worked doggedly.

The bodyguards were all beaten down, the executive chef had vanished somewhere, and the lobby manager, cornered and petrified, was on the verge of tears.

They had initially thought Lin Tian was the God of Wealth, who would bring them plentiful commission, but they were mistaken, terribly mistaken.

Lin Tian was a devil, a devil from Hell, who wouldn't bring them any commission but instead, would leave the lobby manager jobless.

The hotel was wrecked, what use would they have for a lobby manager?

An hour later, drenched in sweat, Lin Tian and Wang Yuan finally met up with the skilled fighters who had come up from below.

The grand five-star hotel was now in shambles, reduced to a scene of ruin with glass shards scattered everywhere.