Although it's still far from what we had at the Kyoto Food Festival, this achievement is a bonus since Lu Rong hasn't been here for the past few days.
So from this perspective, taking Li Jinze in was actually a very worthwhile deal.
Seeing that there was nothing to worry about in the Chuxin Kitchen, Lu Rong went to the school gate to gather.
To everyone's surprise,
Today, Zhang Weiguo not only wore a brand new suit, but even his leather shoes were polished to a gleaming shine.
He walks with a brisk, breezy gait.
At the same time, he whistled to show his good mood.
He acted like a wealthy person who could easily pull out hundreds of thousands of dollars.
He no longer looked like he usually couldn't even pull out 20 yuan from his pocket.
Once at the food festival venue, everyone got back to work.
Fortunately, the weather was cool today, and the sun stayed hidden behind the clouds.
It's much better than the bright sunshine of the past few days.
This kind of weather is perfect for large-scale events like food festivals.
There seemed to be a lot more customers than before.
At stall number 19.
Having learned his lesson yesterday, Gan Yimu is paying close attention to Zhang Weiguo's every move today.
As soon as they arrived at the venue, the dark-skinned, thin man sent a text message to Zhang Weiguo.
The message was to urge him to act sooner rather than later, so that if Lu Rong and his team's sales increased, they wouldn't be able to catch up.
But to their surprise, things were the same as usual today.
Zhang Weiguo still did not reply to them.
Helpless, Gan Yimu could only call the dark-skinned, thin man to the vicinity of stall number 88 to observe Zhang Weiguo's every move and see what he was doing.
As it turned out, he was still washing chicken feet, just like before.
Or occasionally do some other work.
I didn't look at my phone at all, and I wasn't slacking off either.
It was as if nothing had happened.
The dark-skinned, thin man had absolutely no chance to communicate with him.
Even making a phone call didn't work.
It seemed that Zhang Weiguo's phone was on silent.
No matter how loud he called, no one answered.
"Damn it, is this guy reliable or not?" The dark-skinned, thin man didn't know what to do.
I spent 500,000 yuan, and got nothing in return.
Just like yesterday, the whole day passed by.
They still didn't see any response from Zhang Weiguo.
Night gradually fell.
The once bustling food festival was now ablaze with lights.
The only constants are the shouts from the various stalls and the exclamations of praise from customers after enjoying the delicious food.
After the fourth day of competition.
Lu Rong's booth, number 88, once again won first place, with total sales reaching [amount missing].
Gan Yimu's stall number 19 remained in second place, and its sales volume was falling further and further behind Lu Rong's and the others.
There are a full two million.
Seeing that the situation was not only not improving but was becoming increasingly tense, Gan Yimu's chest heaved with anger.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!" he cursed.
His eyes were bloodshot, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched as if he wanted to devour someone.
He roared at the thin, dark-skinned man:
"Damn it, what exactly is Wei Guo up to?"
"Come with me to find Zhang Weiguo right now. If he doesn't give me an explanation today, I will never let him off the hook."
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