If I ask you to set up a stall, why do you always run to deserted places?

The following day.

Du Xingchang sat in his office, not having to lift a finger, and money flowed into his account like tap water.

Du Xingchang has laughed in his dreams several times last night.

It's only been four days since Su Yun became famous on the top of Mount Tai.

But in those four days, he ate until he was stuffed!

I feel like I'll be able to buy several Mercedes-Benz cars this year!

"Brother Chang!"

The blond-haired man pushed open the door and walked in, his smile stretching all the way to his ears.

"Guess how many of the purple sweet potato mochi cakes we posted for pre-order last night sold?"

"How many?"

Du Xingchang, who was eating lobster with his legs crossed, asked without looking up, "Two thousand orders?"

"Two thousand orders aren't enough! Four thousand three hundred orders!!" The blond-haired guy shoved the tablet right in front of him and said, "And this is only one night!"

"Holy crap!"

Du Xingchang was also startled.

He put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and took the tablet to slowly review the backend data.

The more I look at it, the more I can't help but smile.

Wow, this is really promising!

Four thousand three hundred orders, each box costs a little over thirty yuan to produce, and is sold for one hundred and ninety-eight yuan!

I made a net profit of over 160 yuan from just one order!

More than 4,000 orders amount to nearly 700,000!

Seven hundred thousand!

This is only for one night!

"What's the link for the Shelley Pancake?" Du Xingchang asked again.

"We've already placed over two thousand orders," the blond-haired man said, rubbing his hands together. "And over a hundred more people joined our agent consultation group today! More than thirty companies have already paid their deposits, each paying 50,000 yuan. You can calculate how much that is."

Du Xingchang gasped. He couldn't even figure out how to throw the tablet on the table and then lean back.

He let out a long, comfortable sigh.

In the past, when he did this kind of business, he had to search for trending topics all over the internet himself.

Once we find it, we need to hurry up and deliver the goods, and then do the packaging and attach the links.

Sometimes the hype dies down before all the stock has been sold.

But this time it's different. Su Yun, this living advertisement, stands on Mount Tai every day at the same time, just like a human-shaped GG sign.

He makes one pancake, and Du Xingchang copies one; he sells it for twelve yuan, and Du Xingchang also sells it for twelve yuan.

The main point is to completely copy everything.

The results were also quite amazing.

He ripped off all those clueless idiots online.

Even those with discernment have wavered after being bombarded by his online army for so many days.

"Brother Chang, do you think that Su Yun is stupid?"

Huang Mao pulled up a stool and sat down, saying, "He works himself to the bone on the mountain every day, and only makes a few dozen yuan for a pancake. Look at us, we can make hundreds or even thousands just by moving our fingers, and he can't say a word. He can only watch helplessly, completely at a loss."

"Hmph! Of course!"

Du Xingchang took a cigarette from the pack, put it in his mouth, and slowly lit it: "This kind of internet celebrity is obviously unsophisticated."

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you think internet celebrities are called internet celebrities?"

Du Xingchang exhaled a smoke ring and said, "Because their value lies in the traffic they generate. Look at this Su Yun, he's actually being incredibly stupid, going to sell pancakes. And of all places, he chooses these weird and unusual spots. He doesn't know how to properly leverage the traffic to make a fortune. Does he think he can sell pancakes his whole life?"

"That's true."

The blond-haired man nodded. The dumbest person he had ever met was probably this guy named Su Yun.

If you can't stand by and watch others make big money, there's nothing you can do.

If it were him, he would have jumped off the top of Mount Tai long ago.

"Brother Chang, you're really smart, aren't you?" the blond-haired guy said obsequiously.

Du Xingchang flicked his cigarette ash and said, "You'll grow it eventually if you work a few more years."

Yellow Hair chuckled, then suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh right, Brother Chang, that old man..."

"Which old man?"

"That's the guy who called from the mountaintop yesterday, saying he'd arrest us within two days."

Du Xingchang chuckled and waved the cigarette in his hand.

"What an idiot! Look, it's almost been two days, and we're still perfectly fine. Who does he think he is?"

"Exactly!"

Huang Mao nodded, admitting that he had indeed been fooled by what the old man had said yesterday.

As a result, the day passed by and their company was completely fine; not even a single online troll account was banned.

This old man looks like he was a minor leader for a while when he was young. Now that he's retired and has nothing to do, he likes to act profound and experienced in front of young people. He's really overhyped it now, hasn't he? The internet is full of mockery.

Huang Mao had no idea whether the old man would ever be able to face anyone again.

Du Xingchang glanced at the live stream again, where Su Yun was placing the freshly baked pancakes into a warming tray.

Zhou Ye was still maintaining order on the side; the two of them were so busy that they didn't even have time to look up.

This business is a hit online, and even more so in real life; the comments section is still buzzing with arguments.

Du Xingchang's online trolls are still stirring up trouble, occasionally pushing out purchase links.

Looking at the ever-increasing cash flow, Du Xingchang almost dropped his cigarette with a smile.

Many people are also asking for online shopping links.

Online shopping is great! Damn it!

All the goods you bought online belong to me, and you won't get a single pancake from Su Yun!

"Yellow Hair!" Du Xingchang said, stubbing out his cigarette. "Upload a few more links this afternoon and package the mochi cakes and shellfish together for sale! Let's name the gift box and price it at 398."

"Understood!" The blond-haired man immediately turned around to make the arrangements.

Du Xingchang leaned back in his chair, feeling that he had never been so comfortable.

It was evening.

Du Xingchang's online army has started to exert its strength. His agency has expanded to more than 700 people, and he has collected more than 2 million yuan in deposits alone.

With the addition of the more than 8,000 boxes of frozen cakes sold, the company's revenue has exceeded five million.

Five million, five million! You could never spend it all in a lifetime!

Du Xingchang even began to seriously consider whether he should move to a more respectable place to work after he had made all the money from this wave.

Huang Mao and the other two were extremely busy, keeping an eye on shipments, answering questions from distributors, and constantly taking screenshots from Su Yun's live stream to create new packaging.

"Brother Chang," the blond-haired guy asked, rubbing his eyes, "what if Su Yun really gets angry and stops streaming?"

"If he doesn't want to stream, he doesn't have to," Du Xingchang glanced at him casually. "We have so many photos anyway, do we really need to ask for his permission?"

"That's true." The blond-haired man nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Looking at his exhausted figure, Du Xingchang even felt a little sorry for Su Yun.

You're toiling away on the top of Mount Tai, working non-stop all day, and you still don't earn as much as I do in an hour of deposit collection.

In this world, fools are always the ones doing the work, while clever people are always the ones reaping the rewards.

"Awesome!" Du Xingchang closed his eyes, ready to have a good sleep.

Just then, there was a sudden, urgent knocking on the door.

"What the hell?"

Mr. Du sat up from the bed.

"Yellow Hair?" Du Xingchang called out, but no one answered from outside the door.

"Yellow Hair, what's that noise outside?" he shouted again.

This time, the blond guy who was packing up heard it.

"Chang...Brother Chang, it sounds like someone is knocking on the door..."

"Knock on the door?" Du Xingchang, who was still a little sleepy, was instantly wide awake upon hearing this.

He jumped off the bed barefoot, rushed to the office door, and listened intently.

There were indeed sounds outside in the corridor, and it sounded like more than one person was walking around.

The footsteps were heavy and rapid; there were at least seven or eight people.

"Damn it!" Du Xingchang cursed, turning around to grab his phone.

Before the phone could even touch the screen, a loud thud suddenly came from outside the corridor.

"Bang!"

Then a cloud of smoke came in, and the iron gate was smashed open.

Du Xingchang's finger froze in mid-air. "Holy crap, what's going on?"

This guy even tried to force his way in?

Then he heard it.

"Don't move! Everyone, squat down where you are and put your hands behind your heads!"

"Don't move!"

The sound had the characteristic echo of a loudspeaker and was extremely penetrating.

Du Xingchang felt a rush of blood to his head, and his whole body suddenly felt cold.

He suddenly looked out the window and saw that the alley had been sealed off in layers.

More than a dozen police cars blocked the alley entrance, their roof lights all turned on at that moment, creating a deafening roar.

Holy crap!

Du Xingchang's voice trembled, "Damn it, what's going on?"

He still couldn't figure out how someone had come looking for him so soon.

And is this for real?

Why are there so many people?

Does he remember that he didn't kill anyone?

Why are even the SWAT teams here?

Are you that desperate for sales?

Immediately afterwards, dozens of people dressed in special forces uniforms appeared at the door and rushed in fully armed.

The dark muzzle of a gun was pressed against Du Xingchang's head, and Du Xingchang was terrified.

"Squat down and put your hands behind your head."

Before Du Xingchang could speak, Huang Mao's scream came from behind him, "Don't arrest me! I don't know anything! I'm just a worker!"

"Arrest him if you want, why are you arresting me?!"

Another young man nearby tried to run away, but was knocked to the ground with a blow.

Du Xingchang stood still.

Do you think he didn't want to resist? It's just that his legs wouldn't obey him; they were already weak and powerless.

Everyone's face was as white as paper; no one expected that they would turn into such a ghastly state in such a short time.

The captain walked up to Du Xingchang and looked down at the photos on his phone.

She looked up at him again. "Du Xingchang, is that right?"

"So what if it is...?"

Du Xingchang stammered, "Why are you arresting me? What did I do? What right do you have to break into my house and kick down my door?"

The captain didn't answer his question, but simply stepped aside to make room for him.

Then the colleagues filed in.

Some people sealed the computer, while others searched through the files and pulled out all of Du Xingchang's account books.

Du Xingchang watched as these people skillfully rummaged through his belongings, his mind reeling.

He's been holed up in this office for almost two years, never leaving any direct clues outside.

The business license is under someone else's name, the warehouse is rented in the suburbs a few kilometers away, and all shipments are handled by outsourced logistics.

The pickup van was also brought in from elsewhere.

Each layer is separated by him, so even if you find one link, you will never be able to find the main thread.

How did this group of people find this office that doesn't even have a sign?

And they were able to find all of his evidence so precisely.

How is that possible?

Du Xingchang couldn't understand it at all. "How did you find this place?"

The captain glanced up at him, but didn't bother to say anything.

Du Xingchang's heart sank instantly.

He couldn't help but recall the old man he'd seen on the live stream that day, the old man who said he'd arrest him within two days.

He glanced at the clock.

It was exactly 11 p.m., no more than two days ago.

Damn it, he actually got it right. Just who is that old man?

Du Xingchang wanted to slap himself for underestimating his opponent!

He should have moved!

Who would have thought they'd actually get arrested!

Just then, an elderly man wearing a gray tracksuit walked in, leaning on a trekking pole.

A young girl was also with him.

As he passed by these people in combat uniforms, the crowd spontaneously took a step back, making way for him.

Du Xingchang stared at the person, and his mind exploded – it was that old man!

"It's you! Who the hell are you?" Du Xingchang was truly devastated.

Old Qin stopped at the office door, glanced at the door panel on the ground, then looked at the contracts scattered on the desk, and said, "Secure the evidence."

Then he looked at Du Xingchang and said, "So your name is Du Xingchang?"

"I asked you who you are!" Du Xingchang was already furious. "How could an old man who makes pastries possibly command these people? Just who the hell are you?"

Old Qin wouldn't answer his question; he simply turned to the team leader beside him and asked, "Is everyone here?"

"All done."

The team leader closed all the notebooks. "The main personnel are all under control. The warehouse seizure team just reported that it's also completed. A total of over 9,700 boxes of goods involved in the case have all been sealed!"

Upon hearing this number, Du Xingchang's legs went weak again.

More than 9,700 boxes, costing less than 350,000, sold for tens of millions. He originally thought there would only be a few thousand boxes at most!

I didn't expect the people below to be so capable, and they even added so much behind his back.

"You!" Du Xingchang gasped for breath, "You even ransacked my warehouse! What right do you have?"

"Why should I?" Old Qin glanced at him. "You used someone else's name to sell counterfeit goods, sending people to the hospital after eating them, and then spent money to spread rumors online, shifting the blame onto the person whose identity was stolen. Tell me, why should I?"

"you!"

Du Xingchang opened his mouth, only to feel a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat.

I admit that what you said is true!

But how could you be so violent?

They said they'd arrest me in two days, and they did it in just two days!

I can't accept it! I absolutely can't accept it!

Old Qin looked at him for a few seconds, then turned and left.

Du Xingchang collapsed to the ground!

Finished!

It's completely over!

He originally thought the old man was just putting on an act, but it turned out that the other party didn't put in much effort at all and took him down in one fell swoop.

Before Du Xingchang could say anything more, the special police officers behind him stepped forward, placed one hand on his shoulder, and said, "Let's go."

Du Xingchang was escorted out of the office.

......

The next morning at ten o'clock, just as Su Yun put the second batch of pancakes into the oven, Song Haifeng came over with his mobile phone and said, "Boss Su."

Song Haifeng handed over his phone screen. "The news from down the mountain says the person has been caught."

Su Yun took the phone and glanced at it, then was utterly shocked. Good heavens!

This is a report from the joint investigation team forwarded by the management of the Mount Tai scenic area.

The amount of money involved, the people involved, the goods seized, and the accounts spreading rumors are all clearly listed.

Not only offline people, but also online trolls were all wiped out.

"They caught them already?" Su Yun was stunned.

Song Haifeng nodded, he was also shocked, "The people were arrested last night. The number of online trolls was huge, it took some time, but they were taken down in one night."

Su Yun was momentarily speechless.

He knew that it was Old Qin who made the call, and he also knew that Old Qin had said it would be within two days.

At the time, he thought the old man was probably just trying to comfort him, but it turned out that the problem was actually solved in just two days. His efficiency was truly outstanding.

Su Yun returned the phone to Song Haifeng. Today, when Old Qin came up, he insisted on treating them to a few more pancakes.

In the morning, Old Qin and the others came up.

Su Yun expressed his gratitude, but Old Qin said it was nothing, it was just his duty, and that he should also thank Su Yun.

If it weren't for Su Yun, he really wouldn't have been able to take advantage of this opportunity to wipe out Du Xingchang and his gang.

The other party has been committing evil deeds for so long, so he must have some skills. It's just that this time he was obviously too greedy and underestimated his opponent, which is why he was caught so quickly by Elder Qin and his team.

So it's really hard to say who owes whom between him and Su Yun.

If I had to say something, everyone achieved a good result.

Su Yun could continue selling pancakes without any worries, while Old Qin and the others expanded their business.

As for Du Xingchang, he's happily serving his time in jail. How can that not be a good thing?

Around noon.

Tang Guo mentioned this in her live stream, and the chat room instantly exploded.

"Holy crap, they really caught them! And it's only been a few days?"

"I thought that old man was just bragging."

"Damn it, I was cursing Master Su just a few days ago, my face is so embarrassed."

"That's right, Master Su, we were wrong, we shouldn't have doubted you."

"Master Su has delivered sales figures to Uncle again."

"Who would dare mess with Master Su now?"

The live stream was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

This round has now come to an end.

There may be difficulties in the future, but that won't be a problem for Su Yun.

Make sure every dish sells well.

Live your life to the fullest.

Work diligently and conscientiously, and use your own hands to make life better and better.

This is what Su Yun should do from now on.

In any case, life will get better and better.

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