Kapitel 252: Then I’ll Buy 2000 Ballots

"Food competition? Sorry, I'm not interested," Mag said, and closed the door.

Arvin and Rood exchanged a surprised glance. Normally, a freshly opened restaurant would never turn down a chance to get popular, no matter how slim it might be.

"Let's go, Rood. This guy is pretty smart. He knows he won't be able to make it into the top 100. We won't be able to make any money from him," Arvin said unhappily.

"Look at the size of this crystal glass!" Rood said, pointing. "This guy must be very wealthy."

Mag was indeed not interested in the food competition, because more often than not, not the best foods won the competition; some of the nicest restaurants might be lying in corners, waiting for keen-eyed customers.

Besides, his restaurant was already busy enough for him to work his a*s off every day, so there was no point for him to compete in the competition.