Zongman: People in Conan, raising cats and mice

Even if he didn't know Matsumoto Akira's other identities, the strength that Matsumoto Akira himself possessed was enough for Conan to believe that Matsumoto Akira had the ability to take responsibility.

"I feel like if we keep talking like this, we might not be able to achieve our goal this time!"

Altria said with great importance that the reason why she came here without any objection this time was mainly because of this food competition.

Otherwise, since coming to this world, Altria, who has transformed into a homebody, actually does not want to leave her territory.

"It's okay, the game will definitely continue!" Looking at Altria's appearance, Matsumoto Akira said solemnly.

Altria immediately looked deeply at Matsumoto Akira, confirmed that the other party was not joking, and then nodded.

Just as everyone was talking, the cruise ship suddenly stopped, and then the lights on the cruise ship went out one by one.

The people present were not in a hurry. Such orderly progress was usually the ship's plan, and it was unlikely that a valve was suddenly cut off or something.

Sure enough, after all the lights went out, gorgeous fireworks whooshed from the boat into the sky.

With a "whoosh" sound, another firework took off into the sky like a rocket, and then exploded with a "bang".

In an instant, countless golden rays of light sprinkled out like drizzle, turning a small piece of night sky into bright daytime in the blink of an eye.

Before the light disappeared, another firework flew up with a "whoosh".

This flower is in the shape of a large ball. After rising to a high altitude, it seems to be gently torn apart layer by layer by an invisible big hand.

Like a dream, the gentle pink halo floats in the air like water ripples, making people feel warm and romantic.

Under the illumination of the fireworks, the faces of the people on the deck were dyed colorful. They looked up, their eyes full of surprise and intoxication, completely immersed in this beautiful fireworks feast.

Matsumoto Akira was also sitting in his seat, looking up at the fireworks feast. It must have cost a lot just to prepare such a fireworks display, right?

The fireworks show lasted for about half an hour, and the light shining on everyone's faces in the sky gradually dissipated.

However, there was no smell of gunpowder left behind. After all, this was on the sea. Moreover, although the cruise ship stopped when the fireworks were set off, it continued to move forward after the fireworks were over.

Suzuki Sonoko also lowered her head, calculated carefully, and then spoke to everyone.

"This food competition is quite interesting. It hasn't even started yet, but they've already spent hundreds of millions of yen to put on a show for us~"

Suzuki Sonoko was not quite sure about the exact range, but normally speaking, even if the fireworks were of average quality and lasted for more than half an hour, the cost would be at least tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of yen.

But judging from the fireworks display just now, looking at the colors and images blooming in the sky, they were definitely not ordinary fireworks.

If the price does not go down and the duration does not decrease, then the cost will naturally increase.

"That should be the case. I remember a report I read about fireworks shows and festivals. Each performance lasted about the same amount of time and cost a similar amount!"

Mao Lilan came back to her senses and nodded in agreement.

"I've seen fireworks displays before, but they weren't as beautiful as they are now~"

Takasaka Enoka didn't care about the cost at all, but just appreciated the effect presented.

"It's incredible, I can actually watch this kind of performance for free?"

"If that counts, then it's fine!"

Busujima Yazi nodded and said with a faint smile on her face, "After all, our tickets are all free~"

Not to mention Matsumoto Akira, he just gave away a lot of tickets directly. Suzuki Sonoko and others like them will definitely be able to ask for tickets as soon as they ask. This is the composition of their tickets.

Takasaka Enoka is said to be acting together with Suzuki Sonoko. After all, it is impossible for her to stay at Matsumoto Akira's house. She should come with Matsumoto Akira, right?

No matter how much Hinoka Takasaka's parents trust her, they can't be so confident to this extent.

At this moment, Conan turned on his flashlight, illuminating the area, and spoke in a somewhat puzzled tone.

"But haven't the ships moved on? Hasn't the fireworks show ended? Why haven't the lights come on yet?"

"Maybe it's because the troublemaker is about to show up?" Matsumoto Akira tilted his head and looked towards the deck at the rear of the cruise ship.

"Just keep watching. I don't think we'll be able to enjoy the delicious food prepared by the chefs tonight~"

A searchlight suddenly covered the rear deck, above the makeshift competition stage.

Many tourists and spectators who were originally admiring the fireworks and discussing why the lights had not been turned on looked over.

Several very famous chefs appeared on the competition stage, but their condition was not good at all, and they were all tied up.

But no one blocked their mouths. It was obvious that the people who tied them up didn't care about such a small detail.

Several people continued to struggle, and as they struggled, a figure slowly walked to the center of the stage. He had no mask on his face and was wearing a decent suit.

It is obvious that his identity can be determined. At least many people present have recognized him.

"It's you, such an arrogant fellow, how dare you show up here?"

"Nakiri Tsuchiya! Weren't you expelled from Totsuki? How dare you come back!?"

"Asshole! Don't make the mistake! Can you afford the cost of ruining this game?"

"Hahahahaha~ This is really funny. Everyone, I've already been expelled, should I still care about this?"

Nakiri Tsuji looked at this group of rude guys with a sneer. They said this as if he was a law-abiding person in the past?

If he really was such a guy, he wouldn't have thought of seizing power from Totsuki in the first place.

In other words, it was a failure, otherwise my ambition would have been realized long ago!

What's more, after failing, I had already let it go. How could I possibly defeat others by following their rules?

Even if the referees and the audience are all on the other side, it is still possible to win.

But if even the organizer of this competition and the person who sets the rules of the competition belong to the other side, then the possibility of winning is very low.

Therefore, you must break the limitations of your own thinking and transcend these layers of rules.

And it just so happens that I can do something similar right now. As long as I don't follow their rules, I don't have to follow their rules.

"Why did you come back? Didn't you learn enough from your previous lesson?"

Nakiri Senzaemon slowly walked onto the stage and looked at Nakiri Akihime in front of him.

"Very good, very good, another rare scene! We meet again, Mr. Nakiri Senzaemon!"

The two sides have already torn their faces apart, so there is naturally no need for Nakiri Tsuji to continue calling the other party father-in-law.

"Welcome, but this time please enjoy the game I created!"

Nakiri Tsuchiya opened her arms as if to embrace everything in front of her.

"I've said it before, cooking is for satisfying yourself, not for satisfying the desires of others!"

"If the reforms had been carried out according to my ideas, things would definitely not be like this now!"

"You really haven't changed at all. If you really changed according to your ideas, there would be no Totsuki now! Idiot!"

Nakiri Senzaemon didn't give the other party any face at all, especially the other party's current pretentious attitude, which made him recall the past.

"Cooking should not be for 'lower races' only, but should 'have a profound beauty like painting, sculpture and architecture'."

Is that what a chef should say? Not to mention that he clearly told others that since your cooking skills are so good, you shouldn't serve food to the lower class, and they don't deserve to eat what you cook.

What you said, don’t you know that in the eyes of those powerful people, you are not even qualified to cook for them?

You have a big head and a thick neck. You are either a rich man or a cook. You know whether you are a cook or not.

No matter what other people think, cooking was invented for eating.

It is to be able to eat better and to allow more things that were originally inedible to evolve into edible things.

The prices of different ingredients vary greatly due to their difficulty in obtaining and their rarity.

But even if this is the case, there is absolutely no such thing as someone taking out money but saying that the other party is not qualified to eat it.

No matter what others say, no matter how this person thinks this is art, in fact, this is a service industry.

The purpose of what you cook is for others to eat, otherwise how can a cook support himself?

Just relying on that art?

Among those painters who are famous for their art, how many of them became masters when they were young?

More artists' value is discovered only after their death, but most can become famous during their lifetime.

Their works more or less touch upon underlying ideas, and they do not stray from the core subject.

If a chef wants to survive in this industry, he can choose to focus on one of these areas.

But if you want to root this artistic concept in the entire industry, then the entire industry can be eliminated.

After all, guests spend money to have a good meal to reward themselves, not to listen to you talk about art. Or even to belittle themselves and say they don't deserve to eat?

How old are you?

If you don't do it, there are people who want to do it. If you put on airs, there are people who are willing to put down their airs.