Food: Random stalls, customers chase me all over the country

Chapter 8 - This Week?

Lao Wang finally got to the front of the stall.

Taking a greedy sip of the delicious aroma, Lao Wang couldn't wait to say, "Give me a serving of shrimp porridge, shrimp rice rolls, and pork rice rolls."

"Okay, wait a moment."

Wang Fan placed the sandalwood wooden fish on the stall and started to work.

Old Wang looked at the small wooden fish that suddenly appeared in front of him, which was no more than 5 cm long, and was a little curious.

The dark brown little wooden fish looked cute, and Lao Wang couldn't help but want to knock it.

Resisting the urge to hit his hands, Lao Wang asked, "Boss, can I strike this wooden fish?"

Wang Fan kept working, and said cheerfully, "Sure, just tap it lightly."

He hasn't knocked it himself, but he thinks sandalwood should be quite hard and won't break with just one knock.

After receiving Wang Fan's affirmative answer, Lao Wang carefully picked up the wooden fish and gently knocked it on the round head of the wooden fish.

“Tap.”

A clear and pleasant voice rang in his ears, and Lao Wang felt that his swollen head suddenly felt relieved.

Then, some interesting things suddenly came to his mind for no reason, which made the corners of his mouth curl up.

Lao Wang's hands began to tap unconsciously.

Once, twice, three times...

“Knock knock knock knock…”

The clear and pleasant sound continued to ring out. Liu Bicheng and others behind Lao Wang leaned forward curiously to look. They felt that their mood improved a lot just by listening to the sound.

It was not until Wang Fan handed the rice noodle rolls to Lao Wang that Lao Wang put down the rice noodle rolls embarrassedly.

Liu Bicheng had been waiting impatiently, and when he saw that Lao Wang was still hesitating to pay, he pushed him out of the team.

"Go out, it's my treat today."

I quickly stepped forward and said, "Give me one serving each of the pork and shrimp rice rolls, and the shrimp porridge, too."

Wang Fan said helplessly, "I'm so sorry, we only have pork rice noodle rolls left. The shrimp rice noodle rolls and shrimp porridge are all sold out."

Wang Fan looked helpless, but he was actually very happy in his heart.

He had been setting up the stall for just over an hour when all 1 servings of shrimp rice rolls and 100 servings of shrimp porridge were sold out, and even the 50 servings of pork rice rolls were almost gone.

A rough calculation showed that his income for the afternoon was more than 1000 yuan, and with an income of more than yuan a day, he was extremely happy.

Moreover, the system just gave me a small widget for making money. If a customer knocks 10 times, I will earn 1 yuan, which means I can earn at least several dozen yuan a day.

This little life is so wonderful!

Liu Bicheng looked at Lao Wang's shrimp rice rolls and shrimp porridge with some envy, and had no choice but to order a portion of pork rice rolls.

But his attention was soon attracted by the small wooden fish.

He picked up the small gong and started knocking.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk..."

The crisp sound rang out again, and everyone in the queue was looking at the small wooden fish curiously.

The more Liu Bicheng knocked, the more interesting it became. He laughed as he knocked, his mouth almost reaching his ears.

"This is really fun, hahaha. Boss, where did you buy this wooden fish? I want to buy one too."

Wang Fan laughed. "It's an old family heirloom. I guess it's hard to find. Here, your pork rice noodle roll."

Liu Bicheng took the rice noodle rolls and put down the Jianzhi reluctantly, just like Lao Wang.

When I left the group, I saw that Lao Wang, who was standing by the side, was nowhere to be found.

Where is he? How could such a large group of my subordinates just disappear?
That guy wouldn't run back to the company without waiting for us, right?

No matter how low your emotional intelligence is, it can’t be this low, right?
No way, right?

Liu Bicheng looked around and finally saw Lao Wang, but he was suddenly stunned after seeing him.

Didn't Mr. Wang finish his shopping? Why is he queuing again?
Could it be...

Liu Bicheng's eyes lit up, and he took a few quick steps towards Lao Wang and stood behind him again.

……

Wang Fan looked speechlessly at Old Wang who appeared in front of him again.

what's the situation?
Aren’t they all bought?

Lao Wang laughed heartily: "Boss, just give me some more of what's left. I'll knock on the wooden fish first."

After saying that, he picked up the jianzhi and started knocking gently.

Wang Fan looked down at his empty food cart. It seemed that he had nothing left to sell except himself.

"I'm so sorry, everyone. Today's rice noodle rolls and shrimp porridge are sold out. How about we come back early tomorrow?"

After hearing Wang Fan's words, some people left the team in disappointment.

"Boss, can't you make more tomorrow? I didn't buy any when I came this morning, and I queued for a long time in the evening but still couldn't buy any. It's so hard for me!"

"That's right, are you not confident in your rice noodle rolls and that's why you only make a few a day?"

"Boss, what time do you set up your stall in the morning? I have to get up at 5 o'clock tomorrow morning to have a portion!"

Wang Fan quickly said, "I'll be setting up my stall every morning at 5 a.m. and every afternoon around 5 p.m. this week. Customers who want to patronize me are welcome to come and support me."

Ok?
Liu Bicheng keenly heard that there was something wrong with this sentence.

There is nothing wrong with working from 5 am to 5 pm, but the previous sentence is worth pondering this week.

What does this week mean? If it's here this week, will it be gone next week?
Is this boss still a nomadic operator? I haven't heard of any urban management officers here.
"Boss, you mean that if we're in Shuofeng Park this week, we might not be here next week?"

Wang Fan was stunned, thinking that this diner was quite good at grasping the key points.

"Yes, I will be in Shuofeng Park this week, but I may not be here next week."

Lao Wang immediately became furious and even stopped beating the wooden fish.

"Why do you want to change places? Isn't it good here? I see your business is booming, boss. You sold out in a short time. Why do you want to leave?"

Liu Bicheng glanced around, leaned over and asked quietly, "Is it because of peer exclusion?"

Wang Fan said with a bit of a smile: "No, no, it may be due to my personality. I don't like to stay in one place for too long."

Wang Fan said this very against his will.

He is actually quite lazy. He is the kind of person who would rather lie down than sit, would rather sit than stand, and would rather stay in one place than move.

If there were no system, he would probably just set up a stall in this one place to make money, but the system issued random tasks and provided many props as rewards, which were too tempting for him.

He now has four pieces of equipment: a white-quality convertible self-driving dining car, a white-quality kitchenware set, a white-quality food preservation box, and a green-quality small wooden fish.

Any of these things is definitely not a reward within the scope of science.

You can never make enough money, but this kind of treasure cannot be bought with money.

Moreover, the green-quality small wooden fish has such amazing properties, so how amazing must the high-quality purple and gold legendary ones be?

If the properties of this little wooden fish are golden, wouldn't I make 100 yuan by hitting it?
By then, the money earned from selling delicious food will probably become a small part of your income. Only then can you truly reach the peak of your life and enjoy a life of luxury.

(End of this chapter)