Seeing this result, Gan Yimu was furious. He stomped his foot and yelled, "Damn it! Didn't I tell him to put something in? Why is it still the same? Did he even do it?"
The thin, dark-skinned man stood to the side looking helpless, his expression almost on the verge of tears: "Brother Mu, I don't know either. I've contacted him, but I haven't heard back yet. How about we ask him to come out again tonight to find out what's going on?"
Since Zhang Weiguo was working inside the stall, Gan Yimu and the others didn't know whether he was actually doing anything or not. After all, even if they were keeping watch, they could only watch from a distance and dared not get close.
Now, 300,000 yuan has already been spent, but there is still no improvement.
Seeing that there were no other good options, Gan Yimu reluctantly agreed to the dark-skinned, thin man's suggestion.
"Alright, just like yesterday, arrange to meet him and see what's going on."
That evening.
After the food festival ended.
As usual, Lu Rong and the others took a bus back to Kyoto University, and then went home separately.
After getting out of the car, Zhang Weiguo walked to the parking lot near the school gate, where his black sedan was parked.
Gan Yimu and his group were already waiting there.
Upon seeing Zhang Weiguo, Gan Yimu immediately stepped forward and asked, "What about the things I asked you to do yesterday? Why hasn't anything happened yet?"
His voice was somewhat urgent, but he dared not speak too harshly, for fear that Zhang Weiguo would get angry and cause a rift.
Zhang Weiguo, as the president of Kyoto University, may appear to be an old man with almost no hair, but his status and connections are not to be underestimated.
Those who can sit in this position must have some real skills.
Even more.
Therefore, although Gan Yimu was already furious inside, he still did not dare to speak to Zhang Weiguo in a threatening manner.
When Gan Yimu and the others came to ask, Zhang Weiguo didn't panic at all, acting as if nothing had happened.
He shook his head and sighed, "Sigh... Do you think I don't want to? I've been thinking about this all day. After all, I've taken so much money from you, and I feel bad about it."
"I'm a person of principle, and I understand the principle of doing things for money, so you don't need to worry about that..."
Zhang Weiguo began to explain himself.
"Then why didn't you do what we told you yesterday?" Gan Yimu interrupted him before he could finish speaking.
Zhang Weiguo sighed again, looking troubled: "After spending these days together, you have no idea how good my relationship with them is now."
"You've already taken the money, why are you still concerned about these things?" Gan Yimu asked.
Zhang Weiguo ignored him and continued, "You've misunderstood. The main thing is that these people are my good partners, as well as my colleagues or students. I feel guilty towards them."
"Just tell me if you're going to do it or not." Gan Yimu didn't want to continue talking to Zhang Weiguo at this point, and his speech became noticeably faster.
“I’ve already received the money, so of course I’ll do it, but… I’ll have to pay extra,” Zhang Weiguo said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Gan Yimu and the others turned green with shock.
After all that, it turns out they felt they didn't have enough money.
But thinking about it, it makes sense. As the president of Kyoto University, Zhang Weiguo might be more concerned about morality than others.
It's understandable that he felt guilty for making him harm his own people.
Since that's the case, the only option is to use even more money to completely destroy his conscience.
At this moment, Gan Yimu didn't know what to say.
We had no choice but to give it a try, even if it seemed hopeless.
He turned his head and called out to the thin, dark-skinned man beside him:
"Alright, give him another 200,000."
"No way, Brother Mu, isn't 300,000 from last night enough?" The dark-skinned, thin man felt it was a bit too much.
But Gan Yimu didn't care anymore. He just wanted to defeat Lu Rong as soon as possible so that he could win first place.
Since Zhang Weiguo has already agreed, he won't go back on his word, right?
He's the principal, after all; he still has credibility.
Thinking of this, Gan Yimu became somewhat anxious and scolded his underling, "Just take it when I tell you to, why are you asking so many questions?"
Seeing this, the dark-skinned, thin man didn't say anything more and could only take out two bundles of bright red cash from his bag.
It's clearly 200,000.
Gan Yimu took 200,000 yuan in cash, walked up to Zhang Weiguo, and handed it to him.
"This is 200,000. Adding it to yesterday's 300,000, that makes 500,000. Make sure you do what I asked you to do well tomorrow," he warned.
Upon seeing the bright red banknotes in front of him, Zhang Weiguo's eyes lit up once again—this was all money!
With these, I'll never have to put up with my wife's temper again.
Before Gan Yimu could finish speaking, Zhang Weiguo snatched the 200,000 yuan in cash and held it in his hands as if it were a great treasure.
He confidently promised, "Since you are so sincere, I can't afford to be discouraged any longer. Don't worry, you will definitely see the results you want tomorrow."
With Zhang Weiguo's promise, Gan Yimu finally breathed a sigh of relief...
the next day.
The food festival competition has reached its fourth day.
Early in the morning, Lu Rong got up and went to the Chuxin Kitchen to check on the situation.
Fortunately, with Li Jinze joining them, they can participate in the competition outside without any worries these days, while Li Jinze sells boxed lunches at Chuxin Kitchen.
Because of one person's actions, the sales volume was naturally not that high.
However, after a few days, the sales revenue exceeded 100,000.
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