Chapter 689: Chapter 689

The profound meaning of these words truly required people to slowly ponder from the depths of their hearts to understand what was so special about them.

Human abilities are inevitably limited, and some coffee beans, no matter what, might never make the flavor of top-quality coffee, but indeed, as Gu Nuan said, they should not be discriminated against. Soft packaging provided them with an opportunity for vindication, a home of their own.

At the same time, such soft packaging was not something an ordinary person could design, what it required was a certain—innate talent.

As thunderous applause erupted from the audience, it seemed that all the competing manor owners were starting to consider the distinctive paper coffee cups presented by Gu Nuan on stage.

In the end, the competition concluded and the champion, naturally, still belonged to Zhuang Haoran and Luca.

Zhuang Haoran and Luca, holding the champion’s certificate, clearly could not muster any joy. They were very aware of to whom the night’s championship truly belonged, and they had not merely lost by a small margin, but were akin to losing their entire fortune. The source of this content ɪs 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩

Normally, the champion should have been the center of attention after the competition, showered with adulation from the audience and the media. But now, the situation on-site had changed; as soon as the competition concluded, all spectators and media rushed over to Gu Nuan’s booth instead.

Luca was a bit worried about his companion and said, "Haoran, your coffee was genuinely deserving of its reputation."

Zhuang Haoran shook his head, half-smiling, half-frowning, and gazing at Gu Nuan’s face swamped by the crowd, he said in a low voice, "What do you think we should do? Don’t bother with flattery. We are businessmen, partners, and what matters most is the commercial profit."

Luca understood what he meant; they wouldn’t have joined the coffee competition if it weren’t for business profits. But now, that limelight, the business limelight, had been snatched away by that woman. What could they do?

Smiling and handsomely flashing his straight teeth, Luca clapped a hand onto Zhuang Haoran’s shoulder and said, "Don’t you know her? Such a good business opportunity, we can’t let someone else get there first."

"Aren’t you afraid that she might have other backers?"

"Not afraid. As smart as she is, as you’ve said, as long as she doesn’t play dirty, I don’t think there’s any harm in working with her, or with her master behind the scenes. Plus, it looks like her master might only act according to her wishes."

Luca’s last sentence was indeed the finishing touch.

Zhuang Haoran couldn’t help but laugh along.

Indeed, she was not a puppet who just followed orders; on the contrary, she was someone who could make the boss bow.

As everyone swarmed Gu Nuan and her team like stars, the mother and daughter of the Yang Family wouldn’t feel good inside.

They promptly got into their car, ready to leave this place that seemed extremely vexing to them.

They couldn’t understand, what had gotten into these locals, how just a few coffee cups and some words from Gu Nuan could move them so.

This goes to show that despite Mrs. Yang being invited as a judge, she, in reality, was not truly as passionate about coffee as Gu Nuan was. Or perhaps it’s to say, how could someone like Mrs. Yang, who had been pampered from a young age, understand the essence of the farmers’ painstaking efforts?

The common folk, regardless of the country, largely comprised laborers, not ladies of high society.

The public’s favor was the heart of business marketing, a core strength as unstoppable as a nuclear force.

Mrs. Yang mulled over this in the car and finally reached a conclusion, asking her daughter, "Do you know who she’s working with now?"

"I don’t know," Yang Zhilin shook her head.

Mrs. Yang incredulously said, "Then how did you know that she was participating in the coffee competition?"

"The chairman told me this news, so I hastily arranged for Mom to be a judge, right? I wanted her to be utterly defeated in the competition," Yang Zhilin nearly gritted her teeth, not understanding why she didn’t feel a bit of relief even though Gu Nuan had lost in the competition.

Mrs. Yang, being older and more cunning, huffed, "I see."

"The competition has just begun."