Watanabe's body went limp, and the assistant who was following him quickly supported him. He shook his head in disbelief, and murmured desperately: "Impossible, impossible."
After a few minutes, he suddenly raised his head and asked the judges: "I don't believe you, I want to see all the data of both teams!" Finally, he shook his head crazily, "No, you can also falsify the data! I can't believe it, I can't
Believe it! The championship is neon, it is neon——"
Just like a madman.
The Beer Country judge frowned and said coldly: "All the data of the competition will be fully announced at tomorrow's media conference. We have filmed and recorded all your sessions, so there can be no fraud."
After a pause, he said: "Speaking of fraud, I would also like to ask Master Watanabe, why are more than 90% of Neon's diners from your country? With a population of millions in the Flower City, are all Neon people the same?
Concentrated here?"
Watanabe was startled and looked at the Beer Nation judge in disbelief. He turned his head and looked at him, his eyes... filled with deep sneers.
Watanabe's face gradually turned pale, and he refused to admit it: "I don't know what you are talking about. This may be a coincidence. Or it may be because we Neon people are patriotic, so come and support us."
"This is the reason——" The Beer Nation judge rolled his eyes hugely and chuckled.
The Maple Leaf Country judge poked him and seemed to be chatting unintentionally: "Huh? After hearing what Brother Watanabe said, I remembered that a group of neon tourists seemed to have entered the hospital collectively a few days ago. Could they also be here?
Have you had a meal here?"
A slight chill quickly ran up his back along his heels, instantly causing Watanabe to break out in cold sweat, and his face became paler. He walked slowly, reluctantly sat down on the nearest chair, and replied feebly: "How... is it possible?
?!We haven’t received any tourists..."
"No?" The Maple Leaf Country judge also chuckled, "It would be best if it wasn't."
"Okay, it's very late, thank you for your hard work. The results of the competition will be announced on time at nine o'clock tomorrow, so we'll leave first." After the two judges finished speaking in a specious way, they waved their sleeves and left.
A group of neon people were left looking at each other in shock, not daring to make a sound.
Watanabe Murichi gritted his teeth and his eyes were filled with blood: "Wu Tian Da Da Lang!"
…
"Hahaha! So cool!" Chef Lai shouted and poured a bottle of beer into his stomach in one breath.
Fang Zilu bit the end of his chopsticks, and the fog was swirling around him in front of his eyes. He still didn't understand, what was the mystery? Several masters didn't explain it, so they asked him to figure it out. If he could know, how could he use it as a clue?
Their little follower!
At this time, Fang Zilu began to miss Yu Jian very much. The little boss was not like these little old men who swallowed back his words halfway.
So depressing——
He almost scratched the top of his head and couldn't figure it out——
"This is a toast to the little boss!" Master Ah Si picked up the wine glass and stretched it out to the middle of the table. Although the competition was over, they did not dare to take it lightly. The dinner was only in the hotel room. They looked at the first glass that was stretched out.
, the lively atmosphere suddenly cooled down a bit. Everyone raised their cups, bumped them into each other vigorously, and shouted at the same time, "Here's to the little boss! We won!"
Chef Lai drank another glass of wine, his eyes became wet, he turned away and started wiping away tears. Ah Si patted his shoulder and said nothing. After a while, he heard the sound of sobbing.
Fang Zilu walked around to him, knelt down and looked at him seriously for a long time, "Master Lai, the little boss must be fine!" His tone was extremely firm.
"I...I just can't control it! The little boss has been missing for three days. It is said on TV that three days is the golden period for rescue...I'm afraid...I'm afraid..." Chef Lai, a rough man, cried
He couldn't help himself. Although he had a hot temper and was like a firecracker at times, he treated his own people very well. In his heart, Yu Jian was not only his cooking teacher, but also his spiritual teacher.
Although...Yu Jian is still very young. But it is said on the Internet that the Grand Master does not decide the winner based on his age!
Thinking of this, he cried even louder: "That Tang or something... can it be done? How come it has been so many days and there is no news from the little boss!"
Outside the door, Tang Yuan paused in the air as he wanted to knock on the door.
The assistant who was following behind covered his eyes and was worried. What happened to Chef Lai? How could he question whether their boss could do it?
Putting his hands back into his pockets, Tang Yuan turned on his toes and walked towards the elevator. The assistant raised his hand, "Boss?" Didn't he say he wanted to go in and congratulate Hua Xia?
"Let's go." Tang Yuan said coldly.
Okay, you are the boss and you have the final say! The assistant lowered his hand and strode with him to the elevator. The elevator went vertically upwards, but the air pressure in the car was getting lower and lower.
"Ding——" The elevator door opened, and someone was already waiting at the door. When he saw the two approaching, he quickly stepped forward to greet the assistant and whispered a few words.
The assistant opened his eyes wider and wider, patted him on the shoulder and praised: "Well done! Extra bonus!"
Tang Yuan turned his head to look at him, and his assistant happily told him: "Boss! There is news——"
…
In the Neon Hotel, Gillian prepared a celebration banquet. She filled the bathtub with bath water, sprinkled rose petals, opened a bottle of high-end wine, and poured it into the decanter. After looking at the time, it should be a candlelight dinner from the hotel.
It's time.
Sure enough, in less than a second, the doorbell rang.
Gillian closed her body with the same shawl she was wearing, covering her majestic chest, and shouted in a sweet voice: "Here it comes -"
As soon as the door was opened, a thin stream of water vapor rushed into the tip of her nose. Before she could see clearly who was outside, she felt dizzy in front of her eyes. Her head tilted, and her whole body collapsed in a strong arm.
.
Gillian was woken up by a bucket of cold water.
She spit out the cold water droplets in her mouth, shook her hair and gasped desperately. She finally opened her eyes, looked around in fear, and shouted: "Where is this!!" and kept twisting.
Body.
She was tied up and could not move any other part of her body except her head.
Tang Yuan hid in the darkness and stared at this woman, his fists about to burst. It was she who delivered Yu Jian's safe suitcase to the gangster.
"Are you Chinese?" he asked in a low, hoarse voice.
Gillian's tightly bound hands kept twisting, trying to break away from the feeling of restraint. Suddenly she heard the familiar Chinese language, and as if she were seeing a relative, she quickly replied: "Yes, I am Chinese!"
Are you also from China? Can you let me go first—"
"Heh." A chuckle.
Accompanied by two light coughs.
It was as if he had heard some big joke.
Gillian was not a fool. She suddenly faced the place where the sound came from and said in a sharp voice: "You tied me here?! Who are you!"
A beam of yellow light accurately hit Gillian's face. The sudden light made her close her eyes instantly. At this moment, Tang Yuan spoke again: "Should I call you Wu Jiaojiao, or...
Han Lu’s ex-girlfriend?”
Gillian was stunned and her eyes widened in horror——