In the judging room of the food competition, Andy looked at Huaxia's rising numbers with soft eyes.
"Hey, come and see, there's something funny -" The pickle country judge sitting next to him was laughing so hard that he handed him the tablet in his hand.
A video of a porcelain-touching man being tortured by the police was playing on it, and a netizen said in a lively tone, not taking it too seriously: "It turns out that Chinese food is so delicious that some people are jealous..."
Andy suddenly wanted to laugh. With this kind of tone, coupled with those yin and yang weird and angry tones, who else is it if they are not fans of China?
At this time, Neon Country Data, which had been stagnant, slowly started to move.
Fang Zilu leaned on the door and looked over quietly. In front of the originally deserted Neon Country, many diners came. They all looked like elderly people. They were probably Neon Country's own tour group.
He walked over to Yu Jian and jokingly said to her: "Should we also find some support? At least we can increase our sales, right?"
Yu Jian glanced at him: "Older people have poor gastrointestinal problems. Eating too much raw food will cause gastrointestinal diseases. Neon Country also uses frozen nine-painted fish. This kind of fish will die within twenty hours.
It tastes the best, but after that, it becomes even colder." He hit him again, "When running a restaurant, you can't just look at the turnover, but also consider the diners themselves."
Ill-gotten gains are not acceptable. She once studied dormantly at the Jingui Restaurant in Chang'an, and this was the most crucial point she learned.
"Hmm... That makes sense." Fang Zilu touched his chin and felt that the little boss' figure was a bit taller in his mind. This time he participated in the world competition with a learning attitude. Now it seems
, the uncle is indeed right.
The little boss will definitely be the top one among their younger generation, a master who transcends the worldly temptations of money.
Does Yu Jian like money?
Of course I like it too. After all, no one can have too much money.
But what you get is what you don't get. The diners feel satisfied and pay more, which is recognition of her, but there is no need to make unconscionable money. Even if she and the master can't afford to eat, they live in the house all day
In the ruined temple, he never had any evil thoughts. But in the final analysis, the master had his own righteousness, and Yu Jian also had his own way to go.
Also wanting to follow his own path is Tang Yuan, the man who turned his anger into beauty.
"Pfft hahahahaha -" Su Ji laughed so much that tears came out, and he fell down on the sofa, beating the pillow desperately, "Oh, I have known you for so many years, but I didn't know that you are such a pretentious infatuated person."
Tang Yuan's face flashed and he turned his head without saying anything.
Huang Mao said to the side: "That's right, that's right."
He glanced over, instantly silencing Huang Mao.
"Ahem." He cleared his throat, kicked Su Ji, who was still in a state of confusion, and asked, "Has Pierre's money arrived?"
Su Ji nodded and wiped away the tears from laughter: "Three hundred million, oh, what a big gesture."
According to the contract, the first payment only required 10%, but Pierre seemed to trust Su Ji very much and directly transferred 50% of the payment. And this amount, in accordance with international practice, flowed into the account of a bridge company, and now it has passed through
After several times, it became a huge sum of money to support the construction of western China.
Pierre has made ill-gotten gains from all over the world over the years and finally has a good ending.
Good.
Su Ji instantly felt that he was so great and could contribute to China's construction!
"But I heard that the opposition to you in the family has increased." Looking at his friend with wandering eyes, Su Ji said, "I have been in contact with Pierre recently, and I obviously feel that he is very energetic and has a "I am about to take power" status.
Tang Yuan sneered and didn't care much: "How many people have the idea of a food contest, how many people hate me. If I just withdraw from the competition, it will naturally arouse their dissatisfaction."
"Harmful--" Huang Mao clapped his hands, "I thought you were really doing it for the little boss, but it turns out..." Since he stayed in China for a while, he unconsciously followed the people in Lantingxuan and called him the little boss.
Little boss, little boss, hehe, it’s quite catchy.
Tang Yuan glanced at him coldly again. Will he die if he doesn't speak?
"Where is Han Yubai?" Tang Yuan continued to ask. This person has always been a big worry for him, and he always felt that Han Yubai must have his own plans if he followed Pierre so wholeheartedly.
Su Ji sat up straight: "Ayuan, when you mentioned it, I remembered it. He recently met people from the Neon Kingdom."
Watanabe Murichi? Or Takeda Dairo?
Tang Yuan gradually calmed down, and it seemed that he had to remind the hairy little girl again.
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On the first day of the PK competition, the restaurant closed on time at nine o'clock in the evening. Within twelve hours, Huaxia achieved a total turnover of 69,087.
As for Neon Country, it’s only ten yuan lower.
Andy looked at the figures with such a small difference and kept a close eye. If his calculations were correct, based on the increase in the two during the peak flow of people, Neon Country would never be able to achieve such a turnover. He found someone
Assistant: "Go and check."
On this night, some people are happy and some are sad.
The one who is naturally happy is the Huaxia team. Chef Lai feels proud and proud at this moment. He never dreamed that he could achieve so much turnover in just one day and win unanimous praise from the diners.
The sad thing is naturally Neon Country. Takeda Dairo was very satisfied with today's results, and his attitude towards Watanabe has also recovered a lot, as if the slap in the afternoon had never happened. He raised a glass of sake:
"Watanabe, have a drink!"
Watanabe Murasaki clinked glasses with him while blushing and showing a false smile.
Secretly, he secretly poured the wine on the ground.
At this moment, the superficial friendship between him and Takeda Dairo disappeared with the poured tea.
At this moment, the assistant anxiously interrupted the harmonious atmosphere between the two, and Watanabe stared: "What's going on?"
The assistant said in a panic: "Teacher, it's not good - today we arranged a tour group to go to the restaurant to eat sashimi, and they all went to the hospital!"
"What?" Watanabe stood up suddenly and kicked his assistant away, "What nonsense are you talking about! The ingredients in the restaurant are all flown in from Neon Country, there can be no problem! They must have eaten something themselves
Dirty things. Go and investigate!"
The assistant shook his head: "It has been investigated clearly. The doctor said it was due to eating a large amount of raw and cold food in a short period of time. Most of the tour groups are elderly and cannot stand such a big stimulus. Now the police have intervened in the investigation..."
Watanabe Village was a little panicked for a moment, and without taking care of Takeda Dairo, he walked out with his assistant. What he had to do now was how to get himself out of this incident.
You must know that the person who was hurt was a member of the Neon Nation. Even if he didn't care, once someone knew about it, they would definitely not be able to spare him!