Takeda Dairo's heart was in a trance, he was a decent person, but he was slapped by Watanabe one palm after another in front of everyone's eyes, two close people, one left the relationship, the other fell into the well, for a while shame and anger stimulated his nerves in both directions, and a nameless fire surged above his head-

He pushed Watanabe away, quickly swiped the phone on the table, and swooped into the bathroom and locked the door.

The old man in the mirror has long lost his former vigor, and now his face is blue and purple, the corners of his mouth are cracked and bleeding, and the corners of his eyes are even more black, so he is not miserable. He squeezed his lower forehead sadly, and there, a pack had already bulged.

He laughed bitterly twice, and resolutely dialed the phone: "Hey—I'm going to call the police."

The east is whitening, yesterday's drizzle has dissipated, faintly colored red light is rising, the morning glow is accompanied by colorful clouds climbing up the clouds, and the sunrise emerges an orange line.

Even the well-informed police uncles were shocked by the neon country's sassy operation. Watching the two protagonists of the incident hang their colors, the face of the man named Takeda was beaten so that he was almost unable to see the human form. The policeman's uncle kindly handed over a cup of hot water and said sympathetically, "Drink, poor man."

Takeda Dairo took it, and he knew what he was talking about without a translator, and his heart was filled with indignation.

So, when the organizers pulled up the ribbons at the venue, when all the media and TV stations were in place, and when the waiting teams were collectively seated, the neon position was still empty.

Everyone looked at each other, a little overwhelmed.

Some sensible friends have already made a note in the small notebook: Neon is absent collectively, is it dissatisfied with the result of the game or does it feel shameless?

"How? Are you connected?" The person in charge asked the staff, who shook his head. The person in charge looked at the ash in the hall and gritted his teeth, "Let's start!"

The festive music sounded, with the passionate and enthusiastic rooster national song, and the final awards kicked off. is still the familiar host, still the familiar formula, and as soon as it comes up, it is a big compliment to everyone......

Fang Zilu took a sip of water, almost not stimulated by the gorgeous but disgusting earthy adjective, sprayed on the back of Chef Zhang Hua's head in front of him, swallowed it hard, and coughed for a long time holding his neck.

"What are you doing again?" Chef Lai on the side glanced at him, why is this kid becoming more and more unreliable, and he doesn't know what he is thinking impetuously.

Fang Zilu pointed to the supporters in a wordless way, saying that it was all because of him.

Chef Lai glanced at the stage seriously: "Are you jealous of the handsomeness of people's parents?"

Fang Zilu: !! I have nothing to say to people who don't understand Rooster Chinese!!

Chef Lai was interested in the empty seat next to him, and while the prelude was still going on on on the stage, he knocked Fang Zilu's head and whispered, "Is this little neon ready to come?" I can't afford to lose......" The face was full of disdain, and it contained a smile of schadenfreude. It's better not to come! He didn't want to see them!

"I'm afraid that at the critical moment, they will suddenly appear and make a big fuss at the venue without admitting their accounts......" Fang Zilu casually mentioned.

Unexpectedly, this sentence was in one sentence.

The first half is the judges' comments on each participating team, and naturally the Sunshine Award is also given. You must know that the team that can participate in the world competition has absolute strength in itself, and even if it can't go to the end, it is still famous in its own country.

Then came the award of the third place, this honor was given to the Rooster Country, whose performance was not so outstanding, but there was not much slot, of course, it was not the team led by Tang Yuan.

Then came the most exciting moment, the championship and runner-up finally came. On the big screen, there was a video recording the busy process of the two teams in the three-day business competition. Morning fireworks, splendid knife skills, lively markets, and fairy-like human-shaped pastries......

The photographer's preference for China is vividly displayed in this short video clip, and every time it is put in a close-up of Chinese food, someone covers his stomach and wipes the corners of his mouth.

It's really eye-catching and greedy......

"I'm sure you're curious, which team will win in the end?" The host shouted exaggeratedly, looked at the cards in his hand, and grimaced, "Let's have some data first."

The two rectangular charts flashed on the screen, and the microphone was moved to the front of judge Andy, who cleared his throat and began to speak: "This is the data of the restaurants opened by the two teams for three days, and we track it from the source until the final inventory. I can assure you that there's nothing wrong with that. This final game is fair."

His eyes swept over all the teams below, paused in an empty spot, and quickly moved away, continuing, "The winner of this game is Huaxia."

The scene was instantly quiet, and everyone was a little puzzled, and the last turnover shown on the picture was obviously Neon Guoduo. Some media took the lead in asking sharply: "I want to ask, the business revenue of Neon Country is significantly higher than that of Huaxia, why is the winner the less?"

Andy, who was clearly prepared for this question, asked the staff to adjust the picture to the operating agreement, pointing to one of the explanations: "Running a restaurant is not simply about looking at turnover. The rules of the contest are clearly marked, and we are looking at the final profit. Although Huaxia is slightly inferior in terms of amount, both the cost of ingredients and labor costs are extremely well controlled......

With that said, everyone shifted their attention to the data in front of them again, and after a closer look, it was indeed the case. Many of Neon's ingredients are flown in from their home countries, which undoubtedly adds a lot of costs. In the end, the profit column turned out to be a negative deficit.

Anyone who has ever run a restaurant or restaurant can't help but be amused to see such a result. Among them, the chefs of Kimchi Country laughed the most wildly, almost holding their stomachs and laughing wildly, wiping the tears of laughter while slapping their thighs: "Neon...... It's funny, isn't it?"

"So...... The winner of this game is undoubtedly Huaxia!" Andy raised his hand and reached out to the group of people who were sitting dignifiedly. They all had a shallow smile on their faces, some were happy and some were relieved, but they were still so pampered.

With just one glance, the demeanor of a great country that emerges from all around you can be seen at a glance.

"Wait—" The door to the venue was suddenly pushed open, and an angry voice rang out high—

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see the leader with a face of blue, purple and green, wearing a messy costume, striding in.

Watanabe Muraichi finally asked for the entanglement of the police, and finally arrived at the venue at the last moment, at this moment he is no longer arrogant, but still with inexplicable arrogance.

"I don't recognize your data!"

He said unashamedly, not paying the slightest attention to the boos that sounded around him.