Takeda Dairo's heart was in a trance. He was a decent man, but he was slapped one after another by Watanabe in full view of the public. Two people who were close to him, one of them distanced themselves from each other, and the other made trouble. For a moment, he was filled with shame and anger.
Anger stimulated his nerves in both directions, and an unknown fire surged to the top of his head——
He pushed Watanabe away with great force, quickly glanced at the mobile phone on the table, rushed into the bathroom, and locked the door.
The old man in the mirror has long lost the energy and enthusiasm of the past. Now his face is bruised and purple, the corners of his mouth are broken and bleeding, and the corners of his eyes are even blacker, which is really miserable. He pressed his forehead sadly, and there was already
A package was drummed up.
He laughed miserably twice and dialed the phone resolutely: "Hello - I want to call the police."
The east is getting whiter, yesterday's drizzle has dispersed, a faint colorful red light rises, the morning glow climbs into the clouds with colorful clouds, and an orange line emerges from the sunrise.
Even the well-informed police officers were shocked by Neon Country's dirty tricks. Seeing that the two protagonists of the incident were both in trouble, the one named Takeda was so beaten that he almost lost his human shape.
The policeman kindly handed over a cup of hot water and said sympathetically: "Drink, poor man."
Takeda Dairo took it and knew what he was saying without the need for a translator, and he felt indignant again.
So, when the organizers pulled up the ribbons at the venue, when all the media and television stations were in place, and when the waiting teams took their seats, the neon seats were still empty.
Everyone looked at each other, a little at a loss.
Those who are sensible will remember that my friends have already made a note in their notebooks: Neon’s collective absence is due to dissatisfaction with the result of the game or because they feel shameless to face it?
"How's it going? Have you been contacted?" the person in charge asked the staff, who shook his head. The person in charge looked at the dusty place and gritted his teeth, "Let's get started!"
Festive music sounded, with the passionate and enthusiastic rooster national anthem, and the final awards ceremony kicked off. It was still the familiar host, still the familiar formula, and he praised everyone from the beginning...
Fang Zilu took a sip of water, and was almost stimulated by the gorgeous but disgusting earthy adjective that caused him to spray it on the back of the head of Chef Zhang Hua in front of him. He swallowed it forcefully, holding his neck and coughing for a long time.
"What did you do again?" Chef Lai glanced at him. Why was this guy becoming more and more unreliable? He was so impetuous that he didn't know what he was thinking.
Fang Zilu pointed to his supporter without saying anything, saying it was all because of him.
Chef Lai took a serious look at the stage: "Are you jealous of my handsome appearance?"
Fang Zilu:!! I have nothing to say to people who can’t understand Rooster Mandarin!!
Chef Lai became interested in the empty seats next to him. While the prelude was still going on on the stage, he knocked Fang Zilu on the head and whispered: "Isn't this little neon not going to come? It's too bad to lose."
Let's get up..." The look on his face was full of disdain, but also contained a smile of gloating. It would be better not to come! He didn't even want to see them!
"I'm afraid they will suddenly show up at the critical moment and make a big fuss at the venue without admitting their guilt..." Fang Zilu mentioned casually.
Unexpectedly, this sentence hit the spot.
The first half is the judges' comments on each participating team, and naturally they also gave the Sunshine Award. You must know that teams that can participate in global competitions have absolute strength. Even if they cannot make it to the end, they are still famous in their own country.
Full.
Then came the awarding of third place. This honor was given to Rooster Country, whose performance was not that outstanding but did not have many shortcomings. Of course, it was not the team led by Tang Yuan.
Then came the most exciting moment, the championship and runner-up finally arrived. On the big screen, first there was a video recording the busy process of the two teams in the three-day business competition. The fireworks in the morning, the gorgeous knife skills, the lively
In the market, there are also fairy-like human-shaped pastries...
The photographer's preference for China is clearly demonstrated in this short video clip. Every time a close-up of Chinese food is shown, some people cover their stomachs and wipe the corners of their mouths.
It really makes people greedy and greedy...
"I believe everyone is also curious, which team can win the final victory?" the host shouted exaggeratedly, looked at the cards in his hand, and made a face, "Let us get some data first."
Two rectangular graphs flashed up and down the screen, and the microphone was moved to the judge Andy. He cleared his throat and began to speak: "This is three days of data from the restaurants opened by the two teams. We started tracking from the source until
The final count. I can guarantee that there is nothing fishy in the process. This final game is fair."
His eyes scanned all the teams below, stopped at an empty place, then quickly moved away, and continued: "The winner of this game is-Huaxia."
The scene was quiet for a moment, and everyone was a little confused. The last sales volume shown in the picture was clearly that of Neon Country. Some media took the lead in asking a sharp question: "I would like to ask, the turnover of Neon Country is obviously higher than that of China, why is the winner?
Is it the smaller one?"
Andy was obviously prepared for this problem. He asked the staff to adjust the picture to the operating agreement, and pointed to one of the articles to explain: "Running a restaurant is not simply about turnover. The rules of the competition are clearly stated
It indicates that what we are looking at is the final profit. Although Huaxia is slightly inferior in terms of amount, both the cost of ingredients and labor costs are extremely well controlled..."
Having said that, everyone turned their attention to the previous data again. After a closer look, it was indeed the case. Many of Neon's ingredients were flown from the country, which undoubtedly increased a lot of costs. In the final profit column, it turned out that
is a negative deficit.
Anyone who has run a restaurant can’t help but feel amused when seeing such a result. Among them, the chefs from Kimchi Country laughed the most wildly. They almost covered their stomachs and laughed wildly. They wiped the tears from laughter and laughed loudly.
Patting the thigh: "Neon...it's too funny!"
"So... the winner of this game is undoubtedly - Huaxia!" Andy raised his hand and reached out to the group of people sitting dignifiedly. They all had shallow smiles on their faces, some were happy, some were happy.
Happy, but still so unfazed.
With just one glance, the aura of a great nation emerging from his whole body can be clearly seen.
"Wait a minute -" The door to the venue was suddenly pushed open, and an angry voice sounded loudly -
Everyone turned to look and saw the leader striding in with a red and purple face and messy clothes.
Watanabe Muraichi finally got rid of the police's entanglement and finally arrived at the venue at the last moment. At this moment, he no longer had the arrogance, but he still had an inexplicable arrogance.
"I don't recognize this data of yours!"
He said confidently, not caring at all about the boos that sounded around him.