“However, before announcing the 1st place, we have to first name the disqualifying team. It’s an inconvenient time, but a time we must have. I won’t talk long. The losers today have acquired a total of $5,643 of profit. Right. Hugo! It’s your team.”
Hugo was shaking with his face having turned pale. Alan didn’t want to say consoling words. He said with a blunt voice.
“Even the idea of doing a cafe truck was a miss. First, your skills of making coffee is not that good. I don’t understand why you have chosen to go that way. Second, you had to think about the size of this truck. Was making bread and coffee all you could think about after knowing that this huge truck could handle 15 people? Perhaps making a moving bakery would have been better than cake. In my opinion, you were so charmed by the idea of doing a ‘cafe truck’ that your horizons became small. Hugo, what do you think about that?”
“…….It’s my mistake. I have nothing to say.”
Marco slowly patted Hugo’s shoulder. Joseph just looked at them and opened his mouth.
“If you want to open a restaurant, you have to take into account many things. It’s not only the item or the cooking that should be good. You can’t go with just that. That’s only the basics. With that said, the other teams did really well. They figured out the location and peculiarity, and I could see from the menu that a versatile strategy was used.”
Joseph took a breath for a moment. And then said.
“The first place got $6,771 of profit. Yes, that’s right.”
Silence roamed for a moment. The moment Jo Minjoon heard $6,771 he immediately knew the result. He could see the Michelin 3 star right in front of his eyes.
“Congratulations, Minjoon. Your team won.”