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

"Hey, brothers, there are quite a lot of people in this stall."

Brother Zhang stood not far away, looking at the crowd in line with his camera in surprise.

Fans were also shocked. This was different from what they imagined.

But soon, fans who were smarter reacted.

"Is there a possibility of giving fifty to each head?"

"Good guy, this boss is really rich."

"In order to deceive the guests, they really do anything they can!"

"The anchor asked the boss if he still wants more people?"

Brother Zhang ignored the barrage and crossed the line directly to the front.

"Boss, please have some egg fried rice."

In his opinion, these people are probably just trustworthy, and he is the only one who really wants to buy it.

So it's natural to jump in line.

"Queue up behind." Zhao Yan pointed to the team on the side without even raising his eyelids, and continued to play.

"Do you have the quality, young man, for a young scholar to jump in the queue?"

"Fuck, who dares to step in front of labor and management?"

"Do you know the queue?"

The customers who were queuing up were angry. They had come a long time ago, and now there was a young man trying to get in on them.

How can I bear this?

Not to mention inserting it in the front, it’s not possible to insert it in the back!

Brother Zhang was confused.

What's going on? Is Tuo so dedicated now? The acting is good and there is no trace of acting at all!

Facing the accusations from everyone, Brother Zhang, who was slightly angry, had no choice but to prepare to queue up in despair.

Dog sitters! Wait and see how I expose you!

"Damn it, brothers, have you seen it? The price list!"

"Brother Zhang! Look at the price list!"

"What happened to the price list?"

The assistant who was following the barrage reminded Brother Zhang.

So Brother Zhang looked up, and the camera moved along with his gaze.

"Oh! 88 for a portion?"

Brother Zhang cried out loudly.

Fans in the live broadcast room were also shocked.

Egg fried rice is expensive, but definitely not at a night market.

"Profiteer!"

"No wonder I asked for so much help. Emotions are like wool coming from a sheep!"

"Hahaha, after all, it is the customer who bears everything."

Brother Zhang is angry!

It’s not like he has never eaten expensive fried rice before. He once had a portion worth several hundred yuan.

But those are celebrity chefs, plus high-quality ingredients.

He looked at the ingredients on the stall.

Ordinary and featureless!

Just this, you sell me a copy for 88?

Such a profiteer must be severely exposed!

"Boss, what kind of fried rice are you selling for 88? Is there any reason?"

Brother Zhang looked at the fried rice in the pot and asked in a stiff tone.

"The reason? Maybe it's because I'm more handsome."

Zhao Yan thought for a second and gave the answer.

? ? ?

Brother Zhang is numb.

Aren't I serious enough?

"Haha, you can't tell me, boss. It's obviously just ordinary fried rice, but if you sell it for 88, won't your conscience hurt?"

"Whether you want to buy it or not, don't get in the way." Zhao Yan skillfully put the fried rice into a bowl and handed it to the customer.

He was in no mood to explain too much right now.

Although there is a mission for a thousand people, he will not beg others to buy it.

"That's right, get out of here, it's disturbing my queue." The more grumpy diner at the back cursed.

"..."

Damn, what's your attitude?

Doesn’t it mean that the customer is God?

"Okay, okay! I'll get in line!"

Brother Zhang gritted his teeth, and the anger in his heart almost overflowed.

I got to the end of the queue honestly.

Half an hour later.

Brother Zhang, whose legs were numb, finally bought egg fried rice.

I feel like a big injustice!

With a critical attitude, Brother Zhang took a big bite angrily!

Um?

Brother Zhang was stunned, letting the wonderful taste bloom in his taste buds.

Seeing his expression, the fans in the live broadcast room couldn't hold back.

"Haha, it seems that the host was dumbfounded by such an unpleasant comparison."

"What a shame, 88 bought a dark dish?"

"Is it so unpalatable?"

"I think it looks pretty good."

“With the blessing of technology and hard work, it’s normal to look better.”

Brother Zhang closed his eyes and chewed carefully.

How can this fried rice be so delicious?

It’s unscientific!

It tastes better than the fried rice that cost several hundred yuan last time.

Brother Zhang didn't believe it and took another bite.

Two mouthfuls...

Three mouths...

Soon, one portion of egg fried rice was eaten.

Fans in the live broadcast room: "?"

"Brothers, it's so delicious. I've never had such delicious egg fried rice. It's even better than the one that cost a few hundred yuan last time. 88 is really a good price!"

"??"

"Let's break up. The anchor has been bribed."

"Good guy, so this is a script? The clown is actually us?"

"I trust the anchor."

Some old fans were also shocked by Brother Zhang's eel transformation.

I saw that the live broadcast room was full of doubts.

Brother Zhang swore, "Brothers, I swear I won't take the money. If I take the money, my wife will cheat on me every day from now on!"

Such a poisonous oath calmed the doubtful water friends.

Good guy, if it's a script.

Then the price this anchor paid was too high.

"Everyone can try it at any time. You are welcome to slap me in the face." Brother Zhang said confidently.

He was conquered by the delicious fried rice.

Although the boss has a bad attitude, his cooking skills are good!

"Comrades, this is the place."

At this moment, like a traitor leading the way, the bald man led several police officers to Zhao Yan's stall with a low eyebrow.

Brother Zhang and the diners lining up were stunned.

what's the situation?

"Boss, I received a report from this person that your fried rice is not serious. Let's investigate and take samples."

Wu Qiang was still leading the team. After showing Zhao Yan his ID, he expressed his intention to come.

"Not too serious?"

Zhao Yan was stunned.

Is there anything wrong with fried rice? He's not selling sausages.

The diners were shocked, there was a big melon?

"Comrade policeman, this man has a conflict with me. Many old customers know it. Do you believe what he says?"

Zhao Yan understood when he saw the bald man.

"Yes, comrade policeman, this bald guy is not a good guy."

"That's right, this guy's skills are not very good, and he said that the little boss is not good at cooking, which makes me miss a bowl of fried rice!"

The old customer knew some inside information and was instantly relieved when he saw that it was the bald man who called the police.

They thought there was something wrong with the fried rice.

Brother Zhang's mood was like a roller coaster. He almost thought he had eaten fried rice with added ingredients.

Seeing the angry crowd, several police officers led by Wu Qiang were stunned.

This is the first time I have seen a customer defend the boss like this.

"Is that so?" Wu Qiang looked unhappy and glanced at the bald man.

Mad, just say it.

The security in the capital is so good, and this little boss looks pretty and doesn't look like a bad guy.

Turns out he was framed?

There is a bad person among the masses!

"Comrade, don't listen to their nonsense. There's something really wrong with this fried rice!"

The bald man's face turned pale, and a few drops of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

In fact, he wasn't quite sure.

At this time, Zhao Yan took a bite of fried rice and said, "There is indeed a problem with my fried rice."

"That's so delicious! Officer, please take some for inspection. I'm not ashamed."

"Okay!" Wu Qiang's face was moved, and the little boss was open-minded.

"Well done, boss, we support you."

Diners in line gave thumbs up.

These days, some stall owners are afraid to eat what they sell.