59: Chapter 59 Under the Spotlight! A Decisive First Move!

In the blink of an eye, the fourth day arrived.

On September 1st, Longacre Square was bustling with an intensity that threatened to turn the world upside down.

Looking around, there was a sea of people; it seemed as if every resident of New York had squeezed into this place.

In the past, this place was dirty and smelly, filled with blacksmiths and horse traders.

Today, it was packed solid, making it hard to find even a spot to stand, with no trace of the old horse market left.

In the very center of the square, a seven-meter square platform had been erected, surrounded by ropes—clearly a professional boxing ring.

The tall buildings surrounding the ring were draped with eye-catching, bright red banners:

"CFC Fast Food Restaurant Grand Opening Giveaway! Free tasting for everyone of Mr. Bruce's exclusive secret recipe drink—Coca-Cola!"

"Drink a sip of Coca-Cola, get strong, and stay healthy!"

"The royal delicacy loved by Kaiser Wilhelm I of Germany—the double beef burger, an absolute must-try!"

"Turkish-style secret recipe fried chicken, the uncrowned king of fried chicken!"

Seeing the slogans fluttering in the sky and smelling the aroma of fried chicken drifting on the breeze, the appetites of the common folk were thoroughly whetted.

Although the CFC Fast Food Restaurant was bleeding money today, offering free food and drink without charge.

But the auspicious time had not yet arrived, so the shop doors remained shut tight.

A large crowd had gathered early outside, pounding on the wooden doors, urging the staff inside to open up.

Everyone wanted to taste the mysterious drink that could make a person strong, and they wanted to see what the burger loved by a foreign emperor looked like.

The Chinese staff inside, seeing the crowd outside on the verge of losing control, looked at the young man with a buzz cut standing in the center, sweating profusely: "Manager Situ, they're about to smash the door down. What should we do? Should we open?"

The young man with the buzz cut was none other than Situ Meitang.

As a trusted lieutenant of Lin Tian, he had long been transferred from the San Francisco branch to New York, promoted directly to manager of the CFC Fast Food Restaurant headquarters.

As long as they made a splash in New York today, he would become the chief manager of the entire fast-food empire in the USA.

Situ Meitang was one hundred percent confident in the cola, fried chicken, and burgers served in his shop.

The taste was absolutely unrivaled!

"Hold steady! We will not open the doors until the match outside is finished!" Situ Meitang gave the strict order with a serious expression.

This was the multi-step plan that the Young Master had repeatedly emphasized.

There could not be a single slip-up at this moment.

If he really messed up the Young Master's business, he would never have the face to see anyone again in this life.

Time ticked by, and more and more people squeezed into the square.

New York in early September was muggy and hot.

With tens of thousands of people squeezed together, the square felt like a giant steamer.

Everyone was sweating profusely, but few were willing to leave; they all stretched their necks, waiting to watch the big show.

At this moment.

Rockefeller, along with his wife Laura, his youngest son, and Elizabeth, had arrived early and were seated in the VIP box on the third floor of the CFC Fast Food Restaurant.

The table was filled with iced Coca-Cola, fried chicken, burgers, and golden French fries.

"Daddy, this black water called Coca-Cola has bubbles, and it's so satisfying to drink!"

Little Rockefeller, wearing overalls and a red bowtie, hugged his cup and took a huge gulp, his face full of delight.

"Bruce is the best! He can always come up with good things!" Elizabeth picked up a French fry, dipped it in ketchup, and ate it with a look of pure happiness.

Rockefeller took a bite of the thick beef burger and shook his head with a wry smile:

"Kaiser Wilhelm I, who unified Germany, eats this stuff every day? This kid Bruce is definitely the most cunning businessman I've ever met! Isn't he afraid that he's bragging too much and the German Emperor will come looking for trouble?"

"This fried chicken is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside; the taste is amazing. Darling, when we leave, could you ask Bruce to let the head chef in the kitchen teach me how to make it?"

Mrs. Laura was eating with grease on her lips, very satisfied.

In the second-floor box.

Anna, her mother Mrs. Mary, and the cold-faced Edison were also tasting a table full of fast food.

"Hmph! They dare to hype up this sweet water full of saccharin to the heavens? The taste is nothing special!"

Edison had been dragged here by his wife to show support, and he was extremely unhappy, feeling that it was a complete waste of time.

From the bottom of his heart, he looked down on Lin Tian, thinking that this Chinese kid only knew how to use petty tricks and unorthodox methods, and didn't understand true scientific invention at all.

Even if he had saved his wife and child last time, it was just a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse; it was pure luck.

Because of this, he had even had to shell out fifty thousand dollars, and every time he thought about it, he was filled with anger.

"I really hope that big guy from the Polar Bear country beats him to a pulp with one punch! Let's see if this kid still dares to show his face everywhere after that!"

Edison cursed inwardly, then shouted impatiently at the waiter nearby: "Don't pour me that black water; I want hot coffee!"

The waiter was speechless.

He really wanted to retort: This is a fast-food restaurant, not a coffee shop; if you want hot coffee, turn left and go half a kilometer.

But remembering that this was a VIP the Young Master had ordered them to serve well, he had to hold his nose and run downstairs to find a way.

Ten more minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

A huge commotion suddenly erupted at the end of the square.

A burly boxer from the Polar Bear country, over two meters tall, finally appeared.

It was said that this guy could deliver a terrifying punch of eight hundred pounds.

The crowded square was forced to clear a wide path for him.

The white people on both sides cheered frantically:

"Pierre, beat that Chinese monkey into a pulp for me! I bet ten dollars on you to win!"

"Giant Bear, crush him directly! Don't give him a chance to breathe!"

"Step Chinese Kung Fu into the mud! Let everyone see that the Chinese are all softies who only know how to run!"

Pierre, looking arrogant, walked to the platform in a few steps and leaped onto the ring.

He tore off the coat draped over his shoulders, revealing muscles as hard as stone and a chest full of yellow hair.

In the third-floor box, Elizabeth looked through her binoculars and saw the opponent's physique, her little face turning pale with fear: "God bless, can Bruce beat such a barbarian who looks like a Spartan?"

Anna on the second floor also clenched her fists, her face full of worry.

Several old martial arts masters from the Zhigong Hall, mixed in the crowd, were even more worried.

They had all suffered losses at the hands of Pierre.

To be fair, when it came to moves and techniques, these old masters were ten streets ahead of the Polar Bear.

But he relied on his thick skin and flesh and didn't defend at all.

The old masters could hit him ten times, and he wouldn't even have his skin broken.

He would backhand a flurry of wild punches, and the old masters would be left lying on the ground, unable to get up.

In this kind of life-or-death brawl, unless you used knives to decide life and death, traditional martial arts, which emphasized stopping at the point of contact, simply couldn't fight it.

It was precisely because of this that Pierre dared to walk sideways in Chinatown and had challenged several martial arts schools in a row.

"Roar—!"

Pierre on the ring roared at the sky like a real bear, slapping his solid chest hard to warm up.

Below the stage, his white manager shouted greedily: "Pierre, remember what I said! You must cripple this kid for me! As long as we win the match, we can become rich people making a fortune immediately!"

Pierre nodded heavily, his dead-fish eyes staring fixedly at the empty corner of the ring opposite him.

Seeing that the agreed-upon time was almost up, Lin Tian was still nowhere to be seen.

The white referee hired by the organizers looked at his pocket watch and announced loudly: "One-minute countdown! If Mr. Bruce has not taken the stage, Mr. Pierre will be declared the winner immediately!"

"This kid must have wet his pants and is too scared to come!"

"Nonsense! If it were you, facing a monster that can kill a cow with one punch, wouldn't you run?"

"What a letdown, I still wanted to see Chinese Kung Fu!"

"Don't be stupid, the newspapers exposed it long ago; it's all a scam!"

Time ticked away second by second. The white referee raised his hand and counted down loudly:

"Ten! Nine! Eight..."

Just when everyone was deeply disappointed, someone in the crowd suddenly pointed upward and shouted: "Look! Bruce is over there!"

Everyone followed the direction of the finger and looked up in unison.

They saw Lin Tian, dressed in a sharp, black martial arts outfit, standing steadily on the roof of a three-story red brick building nearby.

As soon as the entire crowd's attention was focused on him, Lin Tian leaped and jumped directly down from the third-story roof!