On a building in a busy street in the center of Tokyo, the leader stood in front of the window admiring the beautiful night view below. The red wine in his hand was rippling in the glass, and it shone with charming colors under the light.
Taking a sip of red wine, the leader couldn't help but reveal a proud smile. He was the concubine of the Murakami family, a famous catering giant in neon. But even though he was the concubine, he was the one who inherited the entire family in the end. It was enough to show that he was not a
Simple characters.
The alliance against Nakiri Senzaemon this time was organized by him. Now he is forty years old and in his prime period as a man. However, he is facing a group of heads who are at least gray-haired.
In the middle, he was still just a junior, which is why he was still looked down upon even though he became the leader.
But now he no longer cares about this, not only for the magical glowing dishes in the future, but also for the final victory of this competition, which he also plans to take into his arms.
His plan was very simple. Although Xia Tian won the final victory in this group competition, the other three groups had arranged for the chefs they recruited. As long as the chefs they recruited successfully qualified, then Xia Tian would face three
In a one-on-one wheel battle, those few people are not simple chefs.
As long as they have consumed a lot of energy in the summer, it is still unclear who will win. In another group match this morning, the French pastry champion they invited has already won. In addition, in yesterday's game, their people also won.
Winner, everything goes well with their plan. If there are no accidents, their plan will be launched smoothly after the game ends this afternoon.
Thinking of this, Murakami couldn't help laughing proudly. As long as he could win the final competition, he would be able to have a showdown with those old guys. When he thought of those "allies" who disrespected him and looked down upon him,
Everyone, a hint of anger flashed across Murakami's face.
To be honest, although Murakami is an opponent of Nakiri Senzaemon, he himself is an admirer of Nakiri Senzaemon. Only he knows this. He envies Nakiri Senzaemon's lofty status in the culinary world.
I envy Nakiri Senzaemon's status when mentioning the neon cuisine world. The first name that comes to mind is Nakiri Senzaemon. I even envy Nakiri Senzaemon for making Totsuki's brand name almost representative of the entire neon cuisine world.
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In Neon, everyone is proud to have entered Yueyue. Previous Yueyue graduates are the stars that major cooking companies are competing for. Even those undergraduates who have not graduated are also very popular. Even Yuanyue's reputation
It was spread abroad, but because of this, Totsuki suffered dissatisfaction from the famous families in the neon cuisine world. After all, the meat was eaten by you, and you didn't even give me a bowl of soup. That was really too much.
And Murakami also wants to become a figure like Nakiri Senzaemon. He wants to use his victory to force the major culinary giants to surrender to him and confirm his status as "alliance leader".
However, although his idea was good, he forgot that there is a thing in this world called accident, and just when he was imagining a bright future, the accident happened.
"Sir, the results of this afternoon's game have been announced."
The assistant walked into the room and bowed to Murakami and reported.
"Well, I understand, it's Inoue, right? He is indeed the most outstanding young master of the "Tama House" in the past century."
Murakami nodded, as if it was the right thing to do.
However, there was hesitation on the assistant's face, and he wanted to open his mouth to say something. When Murakami looked at the assistant's expression, his heart suddenly suddenly jumped, and he said in a deep voice:
"What's going on? Is something wrong?"
"Sir, the winner of this group competition is not Master Inoue!"
The assistant said in a low voice, not daring to look at Murakami whose face changed drastically.
"What, how is it possible? Who can defeat the famous Inoue family in Hokkaido's pastry cuisine!"
Murakami's face was full of disbelief, and his whole face was distorted with excitement. The assistant was so frightened by Murakami's terrifying expression that he trembled all over and could only hand over the document in his hand.
Murakami grabbed the document from his assistant's hand. After a rapid sound of pages turning, Murakami looked at the winners of this competition and exclaimed:
"This is……"
"It's a bit difficult now!"
White papers were scattered on the luxurious wool carpet. Murakami covered half of his face and said in a low voice:
"Go and send a message to Reinhardt. As long as he can win this competition, I will agree to all his requests."
"What, sir, but those people are very dangerous, and other directors will not agree..."
The assistant seemed to have thought of something and wanted to stop Murakami in panic, but now Murakami could no longer care about so much and directly ordered:
"You don't need to say more, just do as I say!"
"But……"
The assistant wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Murakami, who said with a livid face:
"Stop talking, Takao, I know better than you what kind of people they are. After all, late-night cooks from the edge of hell are no strangers to people like us. I am naturally aware of their dangers, but I can only do this now.
Already."
The assistant looked at Murakami's stubborn look, and finally had no choice but to sigh, bow and retreat.
Murakami was left alone looking out the window with a gloomy face, wondering what he was thinking.
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Not long after, Reinhardt, who was resting in the hotel, received a call from Murakami's assistant, and a sneer appeared on his lips.
After hanging up the phone, Reinhardt said to the man in front of him with short and long blond hair and an unruly look on his face:
"Our guess was right, this guy Murakami is already in a hurry."
"Hey, this is a good opportunity. Those world-class chefs don't want to recognize us. Now is our best chance to break into this country."
"Of course I know, don't worry, this time I will definitely let the world see that only we are the masters of the entire culinary world, and those old antiques who stick to the rules should be swept into the garbage heap of history."
Reinhard's eyes shot out with crazy flames, and his whole person exuded an inexplicable aura.
"But, are you really okay? I still haven't figured out that luminous dish called summer. Don't let the gutter capsize by then."
The blond man said he was worried, but there was a look of gloating on his face.
"Hmph, you don't need to worry about it. I haven't even used half of my strength so far in the competition. My cooking is not something that can be defeated by those sensational things."
Reinhard said disdainfully.
But the blond man couldn't help but be surprised. He didn't know whether what Reinhardt said was true or not. After all, the reputation of "Two-Face Man" Reinhardt was not very good in the organization, although their entire group was not good at all.
reputation.
"Sure enough, only a leader can suppress this guy."
The blond man couldn't help but have a headache when he thought about the order of the organization.
And Reinhardt, who is full of confidence, really thinks that except for Xia Tian, everyone else is dismissive, but will things really develop as he thinks...