Merchant of the Underworld

"Oh, not a human?" I couldn't help but frown.

"Yes!" Zhong Xiaopang said with certainty: "I thought this matter was very strange at the time, so I secretly checked his details."

"The shop owner's name is Zhao Wangcai. He is a farmer from out of town. His ancestors have been farming for generations. He has never been the cook of the Empress Dowager Cixi. Any secret recipes passed down from ancestors are all nonsense."

"Also, after I secretly followed him, I discovered that Zhao Wangcai would go out every seven days, always in the middle of the night, riding a broken bicycle. I followed him secretly in my car, but he suddenly turned around. Gone. It was a dead end, and the people and the car just disappeared. I was very scared, but I couldn’t give it in, so I kept waiting there. Before dawn, he looked like... like a ghost again... From then on It popped up in the alley.”

"It happened like this three times in a row. I finally felt that this thing was too scary, but there was really nothing I could do about it, so I was introduced to Master Zhang by a friend." Zhong Xiaopang said very sincerely.

After pondering for a moment, I nodded and said, "Please leave your phone number and address first, and I'll go over and have a look tomorrow."

This thing does have a strange atmosphere inside and out. It seems incredible to outsiders, but in my opinion, it is not difficult to explain. That Zhao Wangcai must have added something strange to the fried rice, which aroused the customer's appetite.

If he was just using this trick to make a little money, I wouldn't care about it.

But when I heard Fatty Zhong say that after eating that fried rice, his body would lose weight rapidly and there would be weird things growing in his stomach. This was obviously harmful to people! As a femininity dealer, I can't ignore it.

Stealing does not cross the line, robbery does not cross the mountain, these are the rules of the ghost goods merchants.

"Master Zhang, thank you so much." Seeing that I agreed, Zhong Xiaopang was so excited that he couldn't help himself, and said with a beaming face: "Master Zhang, as long as you can help me get rid of that restaurant, I am willing to pay I’ll give you half of my savings as a reward, no questions asked.”

"If he uses evil things to harm others, I will naturally take care of it, but business matters have nothing to do with me." I said coldly.

"That's right, that's right." Zhong Xiaopang nodded repeatedly, and then walked away with small steps.

Early the next morning, after eating some soy milk and fried dough sticks, I took a taxi and headed straight to the east of the city.

In the early years, this area in the east of the city was just a field of crops. Later, under the planning of the Wuhan Municipal Government, a large number of building materials merchants moved here, which gradually made it the largest building materials wholesale center within a radius of hundreds of miles.

At this moment, the sky was getting slightly brighter, and many large trucks coming to pull goods had gathered around, showing a prosperous scene.

Although there are many trucks, there are very few people. There is only a long queue that can be seen from a distance.

It was an abandoned garage. Most of the walls had fallen off and it looked shabby. There is a sign hanging in front of the door, with four big yellow characters written on it: "Palace Fried Rice."

This is it.

I glanced at it from a distance and walked forward slowly.

"Hey, follow the rules and line up at the back." I had just taken two steps when I was suddenly blocked by a fat girl.

When she shouted, several people nearby also echoed loudly.

"Just tell me some rules, okay?"

"Who doesn't know that the fried rice here is delicious? I'll be here at five o'clock. Why are you in a hurry?"

When I saw that everyone had misunderstood what I meant, the crowd became furious and I couldn't go any further, so I had to wait in line silently.

"I heard that I came here at three o'clock. It's no wonder that people's business is so good. Not only is this fried rice fragrant, it makes people want to have another meal after eating it, but it also has the effect of curing diseases. My old man has anorexia, regardless of He can't eat anything delicious, but since I bought him this fried rice, tsk tsk! He can eat three bowls in one meal, and it's more effective than medicine."

"Not only can it cure anorexia, it can also help you lose weight." The fat girl who stopped me at the beginning also continued: "I am a good sister, but she is fatter than me. She has taken a few boxes of weight-loss tea and slimming pills, but it is of no use. , but since I ate their fried rice, I lost more than 40 kilograms in less than a month! I ate it for three days straight after hearing about it, and now I have lost four or five kilograms."

"Yeah! This fried rice is really good, but the price keeps going up."

"What are you afraid of when the price increases? It's a secret recipe passed down by the imperial chef. Is it no better than sea cucumber and shark's fin?"

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The crowd was chattering one after another, and everyone was full of praise for this fried rice.

As the queue moved forward slowly, I was slightly looking forward to it.

What Fatty Zhong said was absolutely right. This restaurant was extremely filthy. The walls were covered with black dirt, the floor was pitted, and there were many small and large benches scattered around.

But all the seats were full of people, devouring their food.

There was a young man in his twenties in front of the door who was responsible for collecting money. Next to him was a middle-aged woman in her forties, wearing a dirty black apron and holding a disposable lunch box with a smile on her face. Serve rice from a gigantic stainless steel pot.

There is cooked egg fried rice in the pot, only half of it is left.

The rice looked dark, and it was obvious that there was too much soy sauce. At first glance, there were dead flies in it, and it didn't make me appetite at all.

But the people in front of me and behind me stretched their necks and stared at the big pot. The sound of swallowing saliva continued one after another, and everyone was salivating.

The number of people in front of me was getting fewer and fewer, but new people kept joining, and the entire queue was still as long as one could see.

In this team, there are not only non-mainstream people in their twenties with colorfully dyed hair, but also elderly people in their 60s and 70s with gray hair on their temples. Migrant workers with oily and rough palms.

This may be the strangest team in Wuhan, but everyone lines up in perfect harmony.

Their eyes were all fixed on the pot of dirty-looking egg fried rice, as if this was the best delicacy in the world, enough to make them give up everything.

No wonder Zhong Xiaopang was full of suspicion, this fried rice restaurant was indeed abnormal! How abnormal!

But what exactly did he add to this fried rice?