The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Ye Shu looked at his good friend's bitter and resentful expression, which reminded him of a picture he often saw on Taobao.

An old man looked utterly desperate, next to a caption that read, "XX is unsold, please help us." It feels like if you photoshopped Han Yang's face onto it now, it would look perfectly natural.

The Seven-Handed War God stopped in a somewhat dated commercial area near the university town, its engine letting out a long sigh. Han Yang pointed to a shop with a rather large sign on the roadside:

"This is it, it's newly opened, I heard the food is pretty good, and the best part is it's all-you-can-eat, so you can eat your fill."

Ye Shu opened the car door and saw that the restaurant had a very distinctive name: "Delicious Self-Service BBQ".

He chuckled, then turned to Han Yang, who was locking the car, and said:

"Wow, so confident? Let's go see what's going on."

The two pushed open the door and were immediately greeted by the aroma of grilled meat and cooking oil. The restaurant was simply decorated, but there were plenty of seats, as it was located near a university campus and aimed to be affordable for groups of people.

It's a little past ten in the morning, and the lobby is practically empty, with only two waiters tidying up in the distance. They like to come out for drinks during off-peak hours—it's quiet, and they don't have to wait.

"Two of you? This way, please."

A young-looking waiter came to greet us.

The bill came to 60 yuan per person, excluding drinks.

Han Yang found a booth by the window, and the waiter lined the baking tray with parchment paper. He immediately got into battle mode.

"Let's get started!"

The two split up and soon returned with several plates of meat. They even took out plates of meat that Ye Shu couldn't identify, such as pork belly, tenderloin, and many others.

The table, which wasn't very big, was soon piled high with food, almost obscuring the view of people.

Han Yang went to the freezer and brought back a few more bottles of beer. He put them on the table, glanced at the price, and his eyes widened:

"Damn, this is outrageous! This beer only costs three yuan at my local supermarket. Ten yuan here?"

Ye Shu had already opened a bottle with a bottle opener and was pouring the contents into a glass, laughing as she did so:

"Half of the profit from buffets comes from drinks, and the other half comes from those who have big eyes but small stomachs. They'd love for us to drink a couple more bottles of alcohol and then we'd be full."

That makes sense.

Han Yang used his teeth to bite open a bottle of beer and filled his glass.

"Then we have to eat our money's worth! Come on, have one to soothe your throat."

The two glasses clinked together, and as usual, they both perished. Beer should be drunk ice-cold; it's practically the best liquor.

With ice-cold beer in hand, friends sitting across from each other, the fire blazing, and slices of meat sizzling on the grill, the true feeling of holiday bliss is finally here.

Han Yang put down his wine glass, picked up a large pair of tongs, and started flipping the meat slices on the grill.

Ye Shu reached into the inner pocket of her coat, took out an envelope, and handed it to Han Yang through the wisps of smoke rising from the grill.

"What is this?"

Han Yang was focused on controlling the heat, glanced at the envelope, didn't take it, and didn't stop using the clip in his hand.

"Here's your money back."

Ye Shu shook the envelope again:

"The two thousand yuan I borrowed from you last time, I received my salary yesterday in cash, and I'm too lazy to go to the bank to deposit it, so you can deposit or withdraw it yourself."

Han Yang then said "Oh," as if he had just remembered this. He took the envelope, didn't even look at it, and stuffed it directly into his coat pocket. Then he picked up the tongs and began to focus on grilling the meat, seemingly really enjoying the process.

Aren't you going to order?

Ye Shu didn't enjoy the process of grilling the meat; he enjoyed the process of eating it more. He picked up a piece of slightly charred pork belly, dipped it in some dry seasoning, and asked, "What's wrong with me?"

"What are you ordering? Don't I trust you?"

Han Yang also picked up a piece of grilled meat, blew on it, and put it in his mouth, but he seemed to have burned himself, so he quickly took a sip of beer.

"I have one problem that's bothering me right now: my pile of apples. I can't just let them rot at home, can I? I could sell them to a fruit vendor at a low price, but that would be a complete loss, and all that trouble for the past two days would be for nothing. It's so frustrating."

Ye Shu, holding chopsticks and poking at the dried ingredients, helped analyze:

"But to be fair, the quality of your apples is truly impeccable. They look great and taste amazing. I think what you're lacking isn't the quality of the product itself, but rather letting people know that you have good products. To put it bluntly, it's about advertising."

"publicity?"

Han Yang used tongs to place two more slices of meat onto the baking tray:

"How do we advertise? Hold up a megaphone, squat at the entrance of the university town, and shout, 'Apples sweeter than first love, three pounds for ten yuan!'"

After he finished speaking, he laughed at himself, finding the scene rather amusing.

"No, no, no, your loudspeaker only affects a block at most, and it strains your voice."

Ye Shu shook her head, put down her chopsticks, and extended her hand to Han Yang:

Give me your phone.

"What are you doing?"

As Han Yang asked the question, he had already taken out his phone, unlocked it, and handed it over.

Ye Shu took it and immediately opened the short video app.

The first video that plays automatically when you open it is a vibrant young woman dancing energetically in front of the camera.

Ye Shu scrolled down expressionlessly. The next image was of a cosplayer dressed in anime costume, showing off her figure and outfit.

Scrolling down further, you'll see swimsuits, loungewear, uniforms, black stockings... basically, everyone's outfits are more revealing than the last, and their dance moves are more provocative than the last.

Ye Shu raised her eyes and looked across the wisps of smoke rising from the grill at the guy across from her who was wrapping meat in lettuce. Her gaze was the kind of complex emotion that only an Oscar-winning actor could pull off, containing dozens of different feelings.

Han Yang had just stuffed a large roll into his mouth when he looked up and met Ye Shu's gaze. His jaw paused for a moment, then he glared back defiantly:

"What's wrong? What are you looking at? We're all men, what's wrong with my phone recommending things I like? I'm single, is it illegal for me to look at pretty girls?"

"See, I didn't say anything, what's the rush?"

Ye Shu smiled and stopped teasing him. She typed "apple," "orchard," and "direct sales" into the search bar, and a bunch of videos selling apples immediately popped up.

Some people were picking and eating apples fresh in the orchard, some were middle-aged people dressed like fruit farmers introducing how crisp and sweet their apples were to the camera, and some were even more professional, showing off what the apples looked like after being cut open with lights... and the number of likes and comments was quite high.

Ye Shu handed the phone back and tapped the screen with her chin:

"If you can't do it, why don't you learn this? Give your supermarket a brand name, make some videos, and promote your apples. Even if this batch of apples sells out, you can list any good stuff your supermarket gets in the future, creating another sales channel. Look at this guy..."

He pointed to a middle-aged man on the screen, spitting as he spoke:

"His filming skills and speaking ability are just so-so, yet he still manages to sell thousands of orders."

Han Yang took the phone, looked at the sales video on it, and hesitated:

"Will this... will this work? I've never done this before."

He put down his phone and rubbed his face.

"What am I supposed to say in a video? I feel so awkward in front of the camera. Besides, would anyone even watch it...?"

Ye Shu picked up the glass and found it was empty. He then opened a bottle of beer and poured it out while saying:

"Hmm...it's okay, I'll hire a teacher for you, a really professional one."