"As if anyone is desperate for that 500,000. Get out of the way, don't interrupt my competition."
With those angry words, Zhang Xiaowei immediately stopped the three judges who were about to leave.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I'll return the money to you, and consider the tomatoes a gift from me."
At these words, gratitude from the three judges was unmistakable.
"Young man, we really thank you for this."
At the judges' table, the other seven judges watched as the three of them returned with half a tomato each, none with a pleasant expression on their faces.
"I say, you three, that's a bit much, isn't it? In front of all these media, you actually went to pick up food from the floor to eat, isn't this embarrassing for our competition?"
Upon hearing the reproach, Old Wang instantly scowled and retorted angrily, "That's because you don't know how delicious this tomato is, otherwise you would be dying to lick the juice off the carpet!"
