Food: Set Up Stalls Randomly, Customers Chase Me Ten Streets

"No, I'm just very hungry. I just need to eat something."

As soon as these words came out, the purpose was so obvious, what else did the onlookers not understand.

They all lamented.

The eldest brother who wanted to be a porcelain saw everyone's completely different reactions from when Jia Lan fainted before. He also knew that his acting skills were poor, and he knew clearly that Baozi might not be able to deceive him.

Being criticized by a group of people, he couldn't bear it no matter how thick-skinned he was.

"Well...I feel better now and can get up."

After saying that, he patted his butt and stood up.

"Brother, you are so strong, you should eat more next time, otherwise others will think you are cheating."

"Hey, don't you understand this? If I can eat the steamed buns made by the boss, I will also eat the steamed buns made by the boss. Most people will not casually eat the steamed buns made by the boss!"

After hearing this, Brother Pengci nodded in agreement.

If he hadn't come late today, how would he have come up with this crooked idea.

It's a pity that he just pretended not to be the same and didn't touch the porcelain or the bun.

"Boss, I said I really had hypoglycemia. Do you believe me?"

Brother Pengci saw Lin Zhou and continued to ask eagerly.

Apparently he hasn't given up yet.

Seeing that he was so shameless and still refused to give up after being exposed, all the diners in line behind him were unwilling to do so.

If the boss was kind enough to give him steamed buns, wouldn't it mean that they would be able to buy less steamed buns?

This kind of thing is absolutely not allowed to happen.

So everyone united the front and determined not to let him cheat the boss!

"Boss, don't believe him. Judging from the angry way he speaks, it's impossible for him to have hypoglycemia."

"My boss is in business. Why do you have the nerve to ask for steamed buns? Isn't this hypoglycemia? I have bananas here. I just bought them and I'll give them to you."

"Yes, yes, I have some drinks for you, so you won't starve to death."

"That's right, brother, this idea of ​​yours is outrageous!"

"..."

Seeing that all the diners in line were attacking him, Brother Pengci was directly pushed out of the queue by a group of people.

Brother Pengci also knew that there was no chance, so he stood pitifully at the end of the line.

The people in front saw him continuing to queue and kindly advised him to stop queuing.

It definitely won't be his turn, there aren't many buns left.

Brother Pengci became even more sad when he heard this, hid his face and ran away.

Everyone was entertained.

Lin Zhou watched the onlookers gradually disperse, and then he greeted the diners in line to continue doing business.

Unexpectedly, the farce was resolved without him opening his mouth.

It seems that there are benefits to setting up a character. Everyone must have thought that he was not good at talking, so they took the initiative to help.

...

The diners in line were so happy to see that they had saved the remaining buns.

"Hey, I still have sharp eyes. I can tell at a glance that the person is faking."

"That's right, you still want to deceive the boss's buns, how is that possible!"

"People nowadays are very thoughtful."

"It's also because he didn't believe in his acting skills. If I didn't, I'm sure no one would have found out it was fake. I pretended to be sick when I was in school, and no one in my parents or teachers noticed it. My acting skills are superb!"

"What? You want to have porcelain too?"

"I am a face-saving person, so there is no way I would do this!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, who knows."

"What a pity. If I had thought of it first, I would definitely have deceived Baozi. I really don't believe in that guy's acting skills."

"No, I'm not robbing, I just want to cheat for a bun. The buns made by the boss are so delicious, yum yum yum, I can't get enough of them."

Lin Zhou's mouth twitched as he listened to everyone's discussion.

Could it be that the last time he fed the girl buns, it made these people think that someone fainted in front of his stall, so he gave them buns, right?

What he fed last time was his own ration!

He said that the two hundred steamed buns on the mission would not be moved. If someone fainted, he might feed them something else. It was possible to feed the steamed buns for sale.

But Lin Zhou didn't bother to explain this to everyone.

Anyway, today is the last day of the mission.

The tasks will be refreshed tomorrow.

...

The task was completed and Lin Zhou submitted it immediately.

The next second, the task reward will arrive.

[Ding—Congratulations to the host for winning the mission reward of one million yuan! 】

"Fuck!"

Lin Zhou just arrived home and when he heard the sound of the reward arriving, he jumped up with joy.

One million!

He has never seen so much money in his life.

Lin Zhou couldn't wait to open his bank card. When he saw the extra one million in the balance, he burst into laughter.

To be honest, he loves money more than the reward of a villa.

No one can help but love money, especially the rewards for completing tasks through hard work.

It feels very safe to hold.

Absolutely beautiful!

Just say it's okay to die. If you don't die, how can you cross the binding system and live a good life!

Not having to worry about money for the moment, Lin Zhou went on a revenge spree and bought everything he needed for the villa online.

Are you not allowed to arrange for the shoes that cost tens of thousands of dollars that you were reluctant to buy before?

There are also game controllers, the latest computers and mobile phones, etc.

In less than an hour, Lin Zhou spent hundreds of thousands.

In the end, I held my heart in distress and smiled from ear to ear.

What do you make money for, don’t you just spend it?

He already has a system, but he is still worried that he will have no money in the future?

Lin Zhou took a shower and fell asleep contentedly, waiting for the system to refresh the tasks next week.

In order to prevent the task from being refreshed in the early morning, he went to bed early on purpose.

As a result, I was woken up again by the system's beep at three o'clock in the morning.

Lin Zhou had thought about this possibility in advance.

With a certain amount of mental preparation, I numbly opened my eyes and clicked on the system.

[This week’s task: Arrive at the top of Qinhuang Mountain at six o’clock every morning to sell a bowl of porridge for 100 yuan. (There is no limit to the variety of porridge)】

[Recipe: "One Hundred Ways to Make Porridge" has been distributed! 】

[Accept task/Reject task]

Lin Zhou:? ? ?

What time is it?

Where?

The top of the mountain?

Damn it!

One hundred yuan for a bowl of porridge?

Why is this mission getting more and more outrageous?

Who is a good person who goes to the top of the mountain to buy porridge at six o'clock in the morning?

Who can afford a hundred bowls?

Isn’t this making things difficult for me, Fat Tiger?

Not to mention anything else, with his small body, can he carry porridge and go hiking?

Thinking of the old men carrying mineral water instant noodles up the mountain to sell them, Lin Zhou really felt that he didn't have the strength.

Could it be that the system recently saw him climbing a mountain and sent out this mission?

Lin Zhou couldn't figure it out, but he also knew that there was no need to sleep.

It's now three o'clock, and he has to go to the vegetable market or wholesale market that opens in the early morning to buy ingredients.

It was impossible not to accept the task. Lin Zhou accepted the task and got up from the bed with a yawn.

Without further ado, I took a cold shower to wake up, then put on my clothes and went out.

Driving a tricycle that had been turned into a porridge shop, Lin Zhou drove out of the villa in the dark night.

The security guard recognized Lin Zhou at a glance because he was the only one riding a tricycle in and out of the entire villa.

It's just strange that he went out at this time.

Stay up late at night to set up a stall?

I don’t understand what rich people think.

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