Thinking Dirty Makes It Dirty, Qin Fen Was Very Innocent

Scholar could not understand when he had been set up. He found it hard to accept. Everything had been fine, but then the wind had suddenly shifted against him. Heaven's joke was a bit too much.

Yet reality was that cruel. Scholar plopped down on a stool by the table. Hadn't they agreed that using commercial competition to suppress the opponent would at least leave them some hope? He lowered his head and stared blankly at the tea, feeling like an idiot. He could not figure it out. He had clearly held the upper hand, hadn't he? And he had followed Chef Qin's previous model every step of the way.

Whether it was gimmicks, promotion, or diversified business, he had handled them all smoothly. He felt he had learned it all. His capital was abundant, his connections extensive, and the resources under his command plentiful. Just in terms of chefs, he had no idea how many more he had than the other side. It had clearly been a glorious situation. He thought he had figured out his opponent's methods and could even do better. But why the hell had it turned out like this? Nothing was more painful than spending money and failing to get the job done.

Old Demon stood behind him, not daring to step forward. Damn it, he had just said there was still a chance, and now he had tossed them into a pit. The promotional offensive, the song-and-dance gimmicks—in the end, they had spent an entire day helping the other side. That sour feeling in their hearts was beyond words.

Old Demon stepped forward two paces and looked at Scholar. Scholar raised his head and looked at Old Demon. A wave of sorrow rose in both their hearts at once. They had been full of