In the judges' room of the food conference, Andy looked at the rising numbers in Huaxia, and his eyes softened.

"Hey, come and see, there's something funny—" The Kimchi National Juror, who was sitting next to him, leaned back and smiled and handed him the tablet in his hand.

The video of the porcelain man who was tortured by the police is playing on it, and there is a lively tone from netizens who are not too big to deal with: "It turns out that the Chinese food is so delicious that some people are red-eyed......

&y suddenly wanted to laugh, this tone, coupled with those yin and yang weird tones, who else are not fans of Huaxia?

At this time, the Neon Nation Data, which had been stagnant, slowly moved.

Fang Zilu looked quietly at the door, and in front of the neon country, which was originally full of birds, there were many diners, all of whom were old people, and it was estimated that they were the neon country's own tour group.

He rubbed over to Yu Jian and jokingly said to her, "Shouldn't we also find some help? At least a little more turnover, isn't it?"

Yu Jian glanced at him: "Older people have a bad stomach, and eating too much raw food can cause gastrointestinal diseases. The Neon Nation is again using the frozen nine-painted fish, which tastes best within twenty hours of death, after which it becomes even colder." He also struck him, "To run a restaurant, you should not only look at the amount of turnover, but also consider the diners themselves."

Ill-gotten gains, not to be taken. She once hibernated in the Jingui Restaurant in Chang'an, which was the most critical point she learned.

"Hmm...... Makes sense." Fang Zilu touched his chin and felt that the figure of the little boss was a few points taller in his heart. This time to participate in the world competition, he came with a learning attitude, and now it seems that the uncle is right.

The little boss will definitely be the top of their younger generation, a master who is beyond the temptation of worldly money.

Does Jane Yu like money?

Of course I like that. After all, no one can have too much money for such a thing.

But there is something to gain, and there is something to not. The diner feels satisfied and gives more rewards, which is an affirmation of her, but there is no need to make money without conscience. Even if she and her master can't afford to eat and live in a broken temple all day long, they have never had crooked thoughts. But in the final analysis, the master has his righteousness, Yu Jian, and his own way to go.

also wants to follow his own path, as well as the angry Tang Yuan.

"Pss

Tang Yuan's face flushed, and he turned his head and didn't speak.

Huang Mao accosted on the side: "That's it, that's it."

He swept over with a look, instantly silencing Huang Mao.

"Ahem." Clearing his throat, he kicked Su Ji, who was still looking up, and asked, "Pierre's money has arrived?"

Su Ji nodded and wiped away the tears from laughter: "Three hundred million, hey, what a big deal."

According to the contract, the first payment only needs 10%, but Pierre seems to trust Su Ji very much and directly transfers 50%. This money, in accordance with international practice, flowed into the account of a bridge company, and now it has become a huge amount of money to support the construction of western China.

&rre has made ill-gotten gains from all over the world for so many years, and finally has a good home.

Very good.

Su Ji instantly felt that he was so great and could contribute to the construction of China!

"But I've heard that the voices in the family against you have increased." Glancing at his friend with fluttering eyes, Su Ji said that when he came into contact with Pierre recently, he obviously felt that he was energetic and had a state that I was about to take power.

Tang Yuan sneered, not caring very much: "As many people hate me for the idea of a food contest. If I quit the competition like this, it will naturally cause them to be dissatisfied."

"Harm-" Huang Mao clapped his hands, "I thought you were really for the little boss, it turns out that ......" Since he stayed in Huaxia for a while, he unconsciously followed Lan

The people in Tingxuan are called small bosses. Little boss, little boss, hehe, it's quite catchy.

Tang Yuan glanced at him coldly again, if he didn't speak, he would die?

"Where's Han Yubai?" Tang Yuan continued to ask. This person has always been a big trouble for him, and he always feels that Han Yubai must have his own plans to follow Pierre so desperately.

Su Ji sat up straight: "A-Yuan, when you mentioned this, I remembered it. He's met with the people of Neon Nation recently."

Muraichi Watanabe? Or Dairo Takeda?

Tang Yuan gradually calmed down, it seemed that he had to remind the fried girl again.

……

On the first day of operation, the restaurant closed at 9 p.m., and within 12 hours, Huaxia achieved a total turnover of 69,087.

And the neon country is only ten dollars lower.

&y looked at the number with such a small difference, and was attentive. If he is not wrong, according to the increase in the time when the flow of people is the largest, Neon Country will not be able to achieve such a turnover at all. He called for his assistant: "You go and check."

On this night, some people are happy and some are sad.

Chef Lai felt that he was proud at the moment, he couldn't dream of it, in just one day, he could harvest so much turnover, and won unanimous praise from the diners.

The sad thing is that it is naturally the neon country. Takeda Dairo was very satisfied with today's result, and even his attitude towards Watanabe recovered a lot, as if that slap in the afternoon had never happened, he held up a glass of sake: "Watanabe, cheers!"

Watanabe Murakazu showed a hypocritical smile while scarleting his belly and clinking glasses with him.

Secretly, but secretly poured the wine on the ground.

At this moment, his shallow friendship with Takeda Dairo disappeared with the poured tea.

At this moment, the assistant anxiously interrupted the harmonious atmosphere between the two, and Watanabe's eyes widened, "What's the matter?"

The assistant said in a panic, "Teacher, it's not good - today we arranged a tour group to go to the restaurant to use sashimi and enter the hospital en masse!"

"What?" Watanabe Muraichi stood up abruptly and kicked his assistant away, "What nonsense are you talking about! The ingredients in the restaurant are all flown in from Neon Country, so there can be no problem! It must have been something unclean that they themselves had eaten. Go ahead and investigate!"

The assistant shook his head: "It has been investigated, and the doctor said that it was because of the large consumption of raw and cold food in a short period of time. Most of the tour groups are elderly people, and they can't stand such a big stimulus, and now the police have intervened to investigate......

Watanabe Village was a little flustered for a moment, and he couldn't take care of Takeda Dairo, so he walked out with his assistant. What he had to do now was how to get himself out of it.

You must know that it is the Neon people who are hurt, even if he doesn't care, but once some people know, they will definitely not be able to spare him!