In a dark secret room on the top floor, everything is pitch black. The oval conference table is surrounded by blurry figures one after another. Everyone is shrouded in shadows. Only the projection equipment operating on the conference table in the middle is flashing the only light.
light.
Everyone was watching the video being played on the screen. In the video, two chefs were having a heated meal. Suddenly, one of the dishes emitted a dazzling light, instantly attracting everyone's attention. As expected, in the end
Naturally, the chef on the "Luminous Cuisine" team won, while the chef on the other team suffered a crushing defeat. Some of them's breathing was obviously slightly stagnant, and it was obviously difficult to accept this result.
Finally, the scene stopped on the winner's arm, and a black unicorn tattoo appeared in front of everyone. Looking at the lifelike black unicorn, everyone couldn't help but ponder.
When the video ended and the lights suddenly turned on, the environment in the room could be seen clearly. It was magnificent, spacious and gorgeous. The paintings and artworks on the walls were of great value and were all made by famous artists.
The luxurious crystal chandelier illuminates the true faces of these figures. Each of them frowns and looks thoughtful. They don't know what they are thinking. If anyone sees the appearance of these people, they will definitely be shocked, because the people in this room are
They are all the heads of well-known food companies in Neon Cuisine, major food suppliers, hotel resort owners, etc., all of them are leading figures in the Neon Cuisine industry.
It is very difficult for ordinary people to meet these people, but what happened today is that a group of big guys gathered here. More importantly, although these people are distributed in all walks of life, they have one thing in common, that is, they
They are all corporate restaurants that directly or indirectly cooperate with Yuanyue. Yuanyue supplies ingredients and kitchen utensils. Every year, Yuanyue students exchange and learn in their restaurants and resort companies.
"Papa~"
A burst of slow applause sounded, and everyone couldn't help but look at the corner of the table with complicated expressions. There was a man with a smile on his lips and a cold aura all over his body.
"Nakiri Thistle, no, you have been deprived of the surname "Nakiri", what on earth do you want to do?"
Yes, this man with a cold aura all over his body was none other than Nakiri Hisashi. Faced with other people's questions, Nakiri Hisashi just smiled slightly, then spread his hands and said naturally:
"Don't Master Miyamoto understand what I want to do? Is it because what I just said was unclear, or is our Master Miyamoto so old that he can no longer hear."
Nakiri Thistle would not be polite to these people. He knew the temperament of these people and knew that giving in would only make them push forward.
Sure enough, the old man known as Miyamoto's head was retorted by Nakiri Itachi's words, and his old face suddenly turned red, and his hands trembled and wanted to have a seizure. These people are the same generation as Nakiri Senzaemon.
, in terms of seniority, he is still the elder of Nakiri Thistle, but now he is being said unceremoniously by a junior, how can he be allowed to give up in front of so many people.
But in the end, he endured it, not only because of the persuasion of the people around him, but more importantly because of the purpose of this trip, which was related to the rise and fall of the family business, and he was not allowed to mess around. In the end, he could only snort and gasp.
Turn your head.
When Nakiri Kiku saw this scene, the smile on his face became even brighter, he glanced at everyone around him and said in a deep voice:
"I know that you are very doubtful about my identity and sincerity, but this time I do it for everyone's sake. This time, the mysterious organization "Dark Cuisine World" swept through the entire Neon overnight, everywhere it went.
Although I don’t know why there has been no news recently about the defeat of local chefs, everyone should understand that this will never be the last time. They will definitely come back, so..."
Nakiri Thistle's eyes suddenly became extremely deep, and he stared at everyone and said:
"...Next time, Totsuki will definitely bear the brunt. As the leader in the neon cuisine world, he must face it. Do you have the confidence to stop him then..."
"We have a commander-in-chief..."
Someone said hesitantly. Indeed, Nakiri Senzaemon's great reputation is not in vain.
After hearing this, Nagiri Thistle couldn't help but chuckle, and said with some disdain:
"Commander, my father-in-law, yes! But don't forget, he is so old that he turned the entire Totsuki Academy into a place for children to play. This is the same man who has always cultivated elite cooks.
Yuanyue, and I don’t think so many mediocre people are worthy of our training. It is definitely the biggest waste, besides..."
Nagiri Thistle smiled evilly and played with the taste:
"...Besides, our Commander-in-Chief Totsuki is not only paying attention to Totsuki during this period, I heard that he is also paying attention to Tokyo..."
Nakiri Hisagi deliberately did not finish his words, but everyone was silent. Indeed, this matter was their biggest disagreement with Nakiri Senzaemon. As a collaborator of Totsuki and even a director of Totsuki Group,
They are all vested interests of the Yuanyue side, but their leader ignored their obstruction and formed a "gourmet tribunal" with others, seriously damaging their interests. This is their biggest dissatisfaction, and Dark Cuisine
The advent of the world has amplified their dissatisfaction, especially when some decisions they considered completely unnecessary were made...
Nakiri Kiku looked at the people in front of him and smiled without saying a word. He had already finished what he wanted to say. If they hadn't moved his mind, no matter how much he said, it would be nonsense.
Finally, after a while, a voice rang out and said:
"Then what do you think? Totsuki, in the final analysis, your Nakiri family has the final say. If you want to become the commander-in-chief of the academy, you and I have no chance in front of Nakiri Senzaemon."
"No, you have to earn the opportunity by yourself."
Nakiri Thistle said confidently.
"This is invisible!"
Someone couldn't help but snorted coldly, and Nakiri Hisagi's face suddenly hardened, and he secretly cursed these guys for being so indifferent, and then said with a relaxed expression:
"Sometimes I feel that the "Top Ten Council" has too much power. They can even decide on the replacement of the commander-in-chief, right?"
Hearing Nakiri Thistle's words, everyone's eyes lit up. They looked at Nakiri Thistle in surprise. They never dreamed that Nakiri Thistle would get the support of the "Ten Elite Council". You know, the Totsuki Ten Elites are basically Nakiri.
I am a die-hard supporter of Senzaemon, but now... maybe I really have a chance!
"Mr. Nakiri is really very capable. In this case, we will obey your orders."
This is the reality of people. When they heard that Nakiri Thistle had received the support of the "Ten Elite Council", after just discussing for a while, this group of people immediately changed their attitude, and even their names could not help but change.
When Nakiri Kiku saw the respectful people below, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief at this moment and showed a cheerful smile. Finally, he was one step closer to his dream.
…
The meeting dispersed, and everyone else left the room, leaving only Nakiri Kiku alone looking out the French window and wondering what he was thinking. Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and Nakiri Kiku frowned.
Wrinkled, but still said in a deep voice:
"Come in!"
After the words fell, a man in a suit walked in, bowed to Nakiri Thistle, then walked up and whispered a few words to Nakiri Thistle, who suddenly showed an inexplicable smile.
"It's interesting that such a thing exists!"
Nakiri Thistle stroked his smooth chin, his heart moved, and a strange look suddenly appeared in his eyes...