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

"Officer, would you like to try it? If it doesn't taste good, I won't pay for it."

Zhao Yan invited while busy.

"This...it's okay to try it."

Wu Qiang looked at the golden fried rice with clear grains in the pot and swallowed subconsciously. He was a little hungry now after being so busy.

Zhao Yan handed over his previous share.

I picked up some new spoons.

Wu Qiang handed the spoon to his colleagues and walked aside to try the fried rice that customers queued up to buy.

"Hey, no wonder there are so many people queuing up."

"It's so delicious! If I weren't sensitive to the taste of addictive drugs, I would really suspect that there is something wrong with this fried rice."

"..."

Wu Qiang didn't say anything, and dug into the fried rice quickly with the spoon in his hand.

"Captain, you...!"

Several colleagues who were still sighing were not willing to lag behind when they saw this.

The bald man looked at the policemen he had brought, and was instigated by the minute. He fiercely fought for the bowl of egg fried rice.

Everyone was immediately confused.

This can't be done!

You are the police, can you be more reserved?

He looked in a daze and couldn't figure out why it was like this.

"Xiao Li, Xiao Wen, you guys line up to buy two more portions of fried rice."

After Wu Qiang finished eating the fried rice, he felt that it was not very satisfying, so he ordered the two colleagues who were accompanying him.

Then he turned around and said to the bald man in a daze beside him: "You also come back with us. If there are no problems in the test, I will detain you in accordance with the law."

He had eaten fried rice and was already sure that there was probably nothing wrong with it.

Hearing this, the strong man was shocked, and a smile uglier than crying appeared on his face.

"Comrade police officer, can I cancel the call?"

"No, you think the law is child's play?" Wu Qiang's voice was stern.

What he hates most is people who make false calls and waste police resources because of personal grudges.

After saying that, without giving the bald man any time to think, he directly asked the police to take him away.

"Brothers, it's so fun." Brother Zhang witnessed the whole process and was extremely emotional.

"Awesome, one bite of egg fried rice made the police switch sides?"

"Damn it, I thought it was a scam. But the police all queued up to buy it."

"Brothers, let's not talk anymore. I'm close and I'm going to queue up to see if I can buy it."

"Let's go together!"

After a sudden turn of events, fans in Brother Zhang’s live broadcast room now believe that this egg fried rice is delicious.

As a result, local friends in Magic City began to exit the live broadcast room and prepare to go out.

As for those from other places, they can only look back and sigh.

11pm.

The ingredients prepared by Zhao Yan were finally sold out.

As for the customers who didn't buy it, they apologized as usual.

Then he packed up his things and went home.

Cheng Zilan didn't come today, and Zhao Yan didn't care.

No matter how delicious egg fried rice is, you can't eat it every day.

"I'm so exhausted. When will this profession end?"

After taking a shower, Zhao Yan slumped on the sofa and sighed.

Although I made more than 10,000 yuan today, my arms are sore and I don’t even have the energy to do craft work.

If you continue like this, your arms will definitely become extremely thick...

While Zhao Yan was resting, Brother Zhang's live broadcast was discovered by some news media with keen sense of smell.

They found that the content was very exciting and they felt it would be popular!

So the reports were reprinted one after another.

"A portion of fried rice costs 88? Is it the real thing or is there something hidden?"

“Because the fried rice was so delicious, my colleagues couldn’t help but call the police!”

"Surprise! This boss, with one bite of fried rice, makes the police line up obediently!"

"..."

All kinds of sensational headlines were released one after another and spread rapidly on the Internet.

As for Zhao Yan, he didn't know all this and was still arguing with various young ladies in his dream.

The news fermented overnight and was spread by word of mouth among diners.

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

People have already started queuing up at Zhao Yan's stall.

Some are reporters, some are fans of Brother Zhang, some are regular customers, and of course some are just curious.

Cheng Zilan, who was at work, also saw relevant news.

Thinking that their program was being reformed, my heart suddenly moved.

Came to the program director's office.

"Director, don't we still need a hot contestant in our program? What do you think of this?"

Cheng Zilan handed over the phone expectantly.

The relevant page displays news about Zhao Yan.

Wei Ding was planning related matters when he was suddenly interrupted by Cheng Zilan, who was about to get angry.

I was attracted by the exaggerated titles on my mobile phone.

He took the phone and browsed briefly, and then said after a long time: "You can try it, you can follow up first."

After receiving the reply, Cheng Zilan let out an excited cry and ran out in a hurry.

Time passes slowly.

A street not far from Qihang Night Market.

At this time, we were stuck in a jam.

"Fuck! What's going on today? It's only six o'clock and the traffic is like this?"

One man slapped the steering wheel in annoyance.

Looking at the long queue of cars in front of me, I cursed in my heart.

I walk this street often, and usually there won't be any traffic jams at this point.

"Could it be that there was a car accident ahead?" The man frowned and said to himself.

.....

Zhang Wen is a traffic policeman, sweating profusely at the moment to maintain order.

"I am Zhang Wen. I am currently on the street near Qihang Night Market. Please support me. Please support me!"

Hundreds of people gathered in front of him, and he was afraid that something would happen.

So he quickly started calling his colleagues.

"Uncle, what are you doing? Queuing up to get coupons?"

After hanging up the call, Zhang Wen walked up to a gray-haired old man and asked curiously.

As far as he knew, this was the only possibility.

"What coupon do you want to get? I'll eat egg fried rice!"

The uncle turned around and glared at Zhang Wen displeasedly. Does he seem to be such a superficial person?

"..."

What the hell? Egg fried rice?

Zhang Wen stood there, doubting life.

After a moment of silence, he pointed to the long queue of people in an uncertain tone and asked: "Uncle, are all of these people buying egg fried rice??"

"Yeah, I'm still late. I don't know if I can buy it today."

The uncle said with some regret. He thought he was early enough, but who knew that the queue had already reached the street outside.

Just when Zhang Wen was doubting his life, Wu Qiang came.

"Lao Zhang, where are you on duty?"

They both work in this area, so they naturally know each other.

"Yes, Lao Wu, these people have seriously affected traffic."

Zhang Wen pointed to the customers in line with a headache.

"Haha, they all eat egg fried rice, so do I."

Wu Qiang laughed and understood.

The test results have come out. There is nothing wrong with the egg fried rice. Naturally, the bald man was detained.

Today he took time to come over, firstly to tell the boss, and secondly to make another bowl of rice.

It's just that the queue is a bit long, I don't know how long it lasted.

"What?! Are you here to queue for fried rice too?"

Zhang Wen was numb.

He thought Wu Qiang was here for a visit, but he didn't expect that he was just eating a bowl of fried rice.

"Of course, once you have eaten the egg fried rice here, you will know that it is definitely worth the money. I have lived in vain for the past few decades!"

Wu Qiang smashed it into his mouth, feeling a little nostalgic for the top-notch taste of yesterday's fried rice.

"real or fake?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

"Okay! I'll try it too and see if it's that amazing."

When Zhang Wen saw his supporting colleagues coming over, he decisively handed over the work and joined the queue with Wu Qiang.

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