The Strongest Man On Earth: Starting From Setting Up A Street Stall

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"Turn on!"

As soon as he finished paying, Zhao Yan heard the system's prompt tone.

[Congratulations to the host for gaining mastery of Bajiquan]

Zhao Yan felt his body heat up slightly, and then a stream of information appeared in his mind out of thin air.

"No, isn't it true that martial arts are all about deceiving people?"

After flipping through the information in his mind, Zhao Yan's expression changed a little.

The rewards from the system seemed to be different from the national martial arts he imagined, which could easily kill someone.

It's completely two dimensions to practice fancy skills and tricks with those old men.

Clenching his palms tightly, Zhao Yan felt a lot stronger than before, and Zhao Yan was a little eager to try.

So he walked into the kitchen and took out a pair of solid wood chopsticks.

"With my current strength, I wonder if I can perform punching and breaking chopsticks!"

Zhao Yan muttered to himself, clenched one end of the chopsticks with his right hand, and took a deep breath.

Then he quickly punched forward.

Snapped!

The chopsticks made of solid wood broke with a sound, leaving only a small section in Zhao Yan's palm.

"Awesome! I just don't know how effective it will be in actual combat."

Zhao Yan looked excited. He didn't expect to succeed so easily. He thought it would take several repetitions.

Although I wanted to see the actual combat effects of Bajiquan mastery, I couldn't find a suitable partner, so I had to give up temporarily.

night.

After having dinner with Cheng Zilan.

With nothing to do, Zhao Yan decided to go to the night market to say goodbye to his old customers.

Not surprisingly, he will not set up a stall there in the future.

I told Cheng Zilan this idea and she agreed.

"No problem, just prepare more this time."

Speaking of which, the reason why they met was because of a portion of egg fried rice.

So the two went out together and purchased some ingredients. This time they prepared 400 portions of egg fried rice in one go.

At around 5 pm, the two of them came to the night market stall with the prepared ingredients.

at the same time.

Wang Cong is playing with his friends.

He held the two girls on the left and right, raised and lowered his hands, and blew out a smoke ring comfortably.

He's been having some bad luck lately, so he went to relax with his friends today to get rid of the bad luck.

For him, food and beautiful women are the only things he cannot live up to.

At this moment, Wang Cong's cell phone suddenly rang.

"Young Master Wang, a WeChat group message."

One of the beauties panted and took the phone over.

Wang Cong clicked on the group chat and saw that it was a group he had just joined before. Several messages had been refreshed in just a few seconds.

"Brothers, the little boss is out, and there are 400 copies this time. I won't talk about it anymore, I'll queue up first."

"400 copies? I'll go. I hope there won't be a purchase limit this time."

"Wait, I'll be right back."

"..."

Most of this group is foodies who like delicious food, and they were all impressed by Zhao Yan's egg fried rice, so they just started a group chat together.

As long as someone encounters Zhao Yan acting out, he will be notified in the group immediately.

"Holy shit, I'm finally out!"

Wang Cong screamed in surprise, and the cigarette butts fell to the ground.

Then he quickly pushed away the two beauties, said hello to his friends, and slipped away.

Two sexy and plump beauties fell on the sofa nearby with confused expressions.

what's the situation? Mr. Wang, why do you suddenly dislike them so much?

Could it be that their screams are not sexy enough?

The two women looked at each other and secretly made a decision in their hearts.

Be sure to be more sultry next time!

Wang Cong drove his nearly 10 million limited edition sports car and rushed towards Qihang Night Market.

He got into that group two days ago.

He was not sure whether the others in the group had eaten egg fried rice.

The only thing he was sure of was that he hadn't eaten it.

"Finally caught up, I want to see if this egg fried rice is so amazing!"

Wang Cong stood behind the team, looking expectant.

As the saying goes, what you can't get is always in turmoil.

He has wanted to eat it for a long time.

There were more than a dozen people in front of us, and if nothing else happened, we could finally eat the legendary egg fried rice this time.

"Why did the little boss leave the stall so early today?"

A customer asked after taking the egg fried rice.

"Yes, not only is it early, but the portion is so large." Another customer answered.

"Actually, today I mainly want to say goodbye to everyone. I may not come here to set up a stall in the future."

Zhao Yan had a little sweat on his head and looked at Cheng Zilan.

Cheng Zilan quickly took out a clean towel and wiped his sweat.

"Ah, isn't it? Why don't you stop doing it?"

"That's right, boss. What will we do if you leave?"

The surrounding customers were instantly shocked.

I am used to eating such delicious egg fried rice, but when I tried to eat other delicacies, it was a bit tasteless.

Seeing Cheng Zilan wiping Zhao Yan's sweat at the side, some customers got their imaginations flowing.

"Boss, are you no longer setting up a stall because you want to marry this beauty?"

"No, you misunderstood! This is my master."

Cheng Zilan on the side heard this and quickly explained with her little hands, her face turned red.

Zhao Yan smiled slightly and was noncommittal.

Soon, Wang Cong bought the egg fried rice he had dreamed of.

He stared straight at the golden fried rice in the bowl.

I carefully took a spoonful and savored it carefully.

After a long time, he sighed.

"My life has been in vain, all I ate was pig food!"

The customer next to him who was also holding a bowl nodded in agreement after hearing this.

"Yeah, it's a pity that such delicious egg fried rice will no longer be available."

"No more? What's going on?" Wang Cong, who was about to take another bite, was stunned.

"The boss just said that this is the last time he will set up a stall here."

"Damn it, this can't be done!"

Wang Cong looked excited. He had just been conquered by such delicious fried rice. You told me you can't eat it in the future.

It would be better not to eat it in the first place.

So he quickly finished the bowl of fried rice and ran to Zhao Yan's stall.

"Boss, why don't you quit?"

"I want to change careers."

"So many people like egg fried rice, and they earn a lot of money, so why do they want to change careers?"

"This is a trade secret."

Zhao Yan glanced at the young man in front of him and felt that he was a little excited.

"..."

God damn trade secrets.

Wang Cong was speechless, but soon he thought of an idea.

"Well, boss, you don't need to change careers. I'll hire you to cook for me for one million a month."

He has always been more willing to spend money when he meets the food or beautiful women he likes.

Otherwise, it would be very uncomfortable if my dad earns so much money and doesn’t spend it all.

The surrounding customers were shocked when they heard that the monthly salary was one million.

The little boss has reached the pinnacle of his life.

Cheng Zilan's eyes shone.

One million a month!

How long will it take to save without eating or drinking?

She was very excited and looked at Zhao Yan eagerly.

Sure enough, Zhao Yan never gave her hope.

"Sorry, I'm not doing it for money. Life is limited, and I want to experience more interesting things."

Although he was surprised, after all, he dared to offer a monthly salary of one million for just making a fried rice, which was enough to prove that this kid valued him.

However, he wasn't doing it for the money.

I just don’t like it very much and cook every day.

So I had no choice but to refuse.

"Oh, well, since the boss has an idea, I won't say more!"

Wang Cong sighed, turned and left.

The customers who were shocked by the monthly salary of one million just now were speechless.

The boss actually refused such a high salary?

Have they failed to keep up with the times?