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

Night was falling.

Under the bridge arch.

Five sleeping bags were neatly stacked on the grass.

They were lined up in a row, creating a rather spectacular scene.

Mr. Wang lay in his sleeping bag, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

He is fifty-six years old this year.

I have a herniated disc and neck problems.

I usually sleep on latex mattresses that cost tens of thousands of yuan.

Now look what's happened.

Since there wasn't enough room to sleep in the car, they all slept on the floor.

He was sitting on hard, sticky grass, which made him feel uncomfortable all over!

What's even more uncomfortable is the stomach!

"Why!"

"Old Liu, are you asleep yet?"

"No."

Liu Yifan's voice came from the sleeping bag next to him, weak and listless.

"You're telling me, the few of us who are top chefs for state banquets, why aren't we going to our perfectly good jobs!"

"He actually slept under this bridge just to wait for a bowl of fried rice... Who would believe that?"

"Stop talking."

Master Zhang's voice also rang out.

"My assistant called me eight times today, and I didn't dare answer any of them. He thought I had been kidnapped."

"Didn't you reply to him?"

"Hehe! If I told him I slept under a bridge so I wouldn't have to get up early to queue for fried rice, he'd definitely be furious!"

The experienced workers chatted amongst themselves.

The more I talked about it, the more embarrassed I felt.

But no one showed any intention of getting up and leaving.

"Alright, alright, stop nagging."

Master Chen rolled over and zipped up his sleeping bag to his chin.

"We'll open the stall at seven tomorrow morning, so we have to get up at six."

"Go to bed early, don't make things difficult."

"You're actually sleeping?"

"What else can we do? If we can't get a spot tomorrow, then this makeshift bed we made today will have been a waste."

The area under the bridge was quiet for a few seconds.

Then someone's stomach growled.

Then another sound followed, one after another.

The group exchanged glances, all seeing the same meaning in each other's eyes.

I'm starving!

I ate three servings at noon.

I was hungry at night.

The lingering aroma of fried rice in the air is now torture.

"I regret it."

Mr. Li said quietly, "I should have packed two portions for dinner."

"Didn't you say you were full?"

"I was faking it."

"..."

That night.

Five chefs specializing in state banquets tossed and turned under the bridge, none of them able to get a good night's sleep.

……

a few days later.

It was still dark.

Wang Jianguo tiptoed out of the house.

He got into the car and started the engine.

on the passenger seat.

Zhang Wei was already waiting for him.

"Manager Wang, which client are we going to talk to today?"

"That software company in the east of the city."

"Wasn't that signed last week?"

"Once you've signed, can't we talk anymore?"

Wang Jianguo asked matter-of-factly, "Don't you understand what it means to maintain customer relationships?"

"I understand."

back row.

Zhao Lei and Sun Hao exchanged a glance, desperately trying to suppress their laughter.

Since that day when he was caught red-handed by Wang Jianguo,

The relationship between the four of them became delicate.

Wang Jianguo neither deducted their wages nor reported it to the boss.

The saying goes, "He who eats another's food is bound to him."

Since.

Every morning.

Wang Jianguo would always appear at the meeting point near the company on time.

Then I drove the three of them to the South City Bridge.

Talking about clients has become a code word.

As for which client they were talking to...

Never mind!

Anyway, the boss never asked.

The car turned onto a familiar dirt road and bumped along for five or six minutes.

We haven't reached the bridge arch yet.

From afar, a long, dark dragon could be seen.

"Damn, there are even more people today than yesterday!"

Zhang Wei's eyes widened.

"Of course it's trending, how could it not be?"

Zhao Lei took out his phone, opened a short video platform, and handed it to Wang Jianguo.

"Manager Wang, look, this topic has already climbed to the top of the local trending list."

Wang Jianguo glanced at the screen.

"Wow!"

#ChengnanBridgeUnderpass#Divine Fried Rice# 870 million views.

The comments section was filled with positive reviews.

Occasionally a few people raise questions, but someone immediately refutes them.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Wang Jianguo parked the car.

"Get off the bus and line up quickly, or you won't get a turn!"

The four of them jogged to the back of the line.

He only ran two steps.

"OK!"

A voice suddenly came from behind me.

"So you guys are eating fried rice here."

All four people froze at the same time.

Wang Jianguo slowly turned his head, his expression more fascinating than if he had seen a ghost.

"The...boss?!"

A middle-aged man stood behind them, a half-smile playing on his lips.

He is the owner of Qiping Technology.

Zhou Qiming.

"Wang Jianguo, you're something else."

Zhou Qiming turned his phone over; a video was playing on the screen.

"During work hours, you brought three subordinates to eat fried rice under a bridge, and then told me you were going to meet with clients?"

Wang Jianguo's face turned bright red.

He opened his mouth.

Not a single word came out.

Zhang Wei, Zhao Lei, and Sun Hao all kept their heads down.

I wish I could bury my face in the ground.

In the video.

A handsome young man was flipping a wok, while three or four customers craned their necks to watch.

Who else could it be but Wang Jianguo and his group?

Good guy!

They got caught red-handed.

"Boss, I..."

Wang Jianguo stammered.

who is it?

Who posted them online?!

There are bad people among the crowd!!

"Alright, stop explaining."

Zhou Qiming put away his phone, glanced at the four people,

"Get in line."

Wang Jianguo was stunned.

what?

"What are you standing there for? You've already lined up this far, aren't you going to eat?"

"Eat...eat!"

The four people felt as if they had been granted a pardon.

He dashed to the back of the line.

Zhou Qiming followed behind, walking over at a leisurely pace.

"Boss, you... want to eat too?"

Wang Jianguo cautiously probed.

"I drove twenty minutes from the north of the city to get here, so tell me, should I eat here or not?"

Zhou Qiming rolled his eyes.

"You guys come here every day, I had to come and see for myself how delicious it really is!"

He saw that video yesterday.

I recognized several familiar faces in the picture at a glance.

Wang Jianguo, Zhang Wei, Zhao Lei, Sun Hao.

The four people lined up, craning their necks to wait for the meal to be served.

Their expressions were more exaggerated than the last!

Zhou Qiming laughed in anger.

These four guys!

Skipping work to eat fried rice under a bridge is one thing!

He even found the video!

What's this called?

Skynet is restored, careless but not leaking!

However, Zhou Qiming did not directly call and curse at people.

Instead, he decided to come in person.

It wasn't to catch them in the act.

He was also curious.

What kind of magical fried rice is this that made even the most honest programmer under my command skip work?

Now I stand in the queue, smelling the rich fragrance in the air.

Zhou Qiming suddenly understood.

"This taste..."

He sniffed, his expression changing slightly.

"He does have some skill."

"Boss, you'll see when you eat it!"

When it comes to food, Zhang Wei immediately stood up.

He said excitedly,

"I ate there for three days, four servings each day! It was never enough!"

"Four portions?"

Zhou Qiming looked him up and down.

"Are you fucking a pig? You finally earn a little salary, and you use it to eat this?"

Zhang Wei: "..."

"Boss!"

Wang Jianguo quickly tried to smooth things over:

"This meal is on me! Eat as much as you like!"

"Come on, do you think I need your little bit of money?"

Zhou Qiming snorted.

"Queue up properly and stop talking nonsense."