Names: Uncle Zhao Mengsheng, Father-in-law Pei Yihong

Zhou Haoyang didn't get out of the car; instead, he drove to the front and looked for a parking space.

night.

The university town is where the most vibrant atmosphere of daily life is.

Street food stalls lined up one after another, their aromas filling the air, accompanied by shouts and laughter.

Qi Tongwei and Cheng Du were not conspicuous in the night.

A group of college students surrounded a blue electric tricycle, with others queuing up in a long line behind them.

No one cut in line, no one made noise, and the order was excellent.

The tricycle's cargo compartment was converted into a makeshift grill, where the fire was warm and strings of tempting roasted legs were laid out on the iron plate.

It's shiny and the sauce is rich.

As the evening breeze blows, the rich aroma of roasted meat wafts through the air.

The comments about how delicious the food was all made by students who love to eat.

A man in his 50s wearing gray overalls stood guard behind the stall.

They skillfully flipped the grill, brushed on the sauce, and packed it up.

A small, eye-catching sign hangs on the front of the vehicle, with red background and white lettering that reads "Uncle Goose Leg".

There is also a clear price tag of 16 yuan.

The stall owner's surname is Wang, and people his age call him Lao Wang.

A boy with a satisfied look on his face, who was munching on a grilled leg, immediately devoured it after receiving it.

"So delicious you can't stop eating it" is the students' most straightforward approval.

After receiving the roast goose leg, a girl asked curiously, "Uncle Roast Goose, why does this roast goose leg have a greenish sheen?"

I'm worried that there might be something wrong with the goose legs.

Students lined up in an endless stream; some scanned a QR code to pay, while others couldn't wait to take a bite as soon as they got their roasted leg.

Old Wang replied dismissively, "Beautiful lady, have you never eaten this before?"

My roast goose leg is made with a secret family recipe sauce.

The girl was a little unconvinced, "Uncle Roast Goose, I've heard my classmates say it's delicious, and this is indeed my first time eating it."

Can you explain this properly? It makes it sound like I'm some kind of country bumpkin.

Old Wang, with his neck stiff, said, "I'm exhausted from roasting goose legs. I'm as tired as a dog every day, and I only charge you 16 yuan per goose leg."

This is entirely to take care of you college students.

Let me repeat: the green stuff is sauce, it contains vegetables, and it's machine-crushed, not some kind of high-tech or grueling process.

"Little beauty, you can rest assured now."

The girl said softly, "Okay, Uncle Roast Goose, I got it. It smells really good."

Old Wang flipped through the roasted goose legs on the shelf. "Absolutely. Let's eat quickly."

He thought to himself that it was all about technology and grueling work, and that college students' money was easy to earn.

I'll work hard for another year and buy another house in Jingzhou.

It was during this scene that Qi Tongwei discovered the problem.

A roasted goose leg costs 16 yuan, that's so cheap!

The girl walked to the front door and was about to eat when Qi Tongwei stopped her, saying, "Don't eat yet."

The girl found it a bit strange, even though the roast goose vendor said it was edible.

Another nosy uncle appeared, preventing me from eating.

Qi Tongwei calmly said, "Give me the goose leg, and I'll reveal the answer to you in a moment. Then you can decide whether you want to eat it or not."

The girl nodded. "Okay, handsome uncle, thank you."

Cheng Du almost laughed. He was indeed a naive college student who gave all the roasted goose legs to Qi Tongwei and even thanked him.

Luckily, he was a good person; otherwise, he would have thought he was capable of selling the girl out and making her count the money for him.

Qi Tongwei stopped and stood on the periphery of the crowd, watching quietly for a moment.

His face seemed expressionless, but he had already noticed the unusual thing about the roast goose leg.

Qi Tongwei had eaten many street food snacks and knew the texture, size, and patterns of common chicken, duck, and goose meat like the back of his hand.

Because they were children from the countryside, many families in Qijia Village also fed geese.

A roasted goose leg selling for 16 yuan is a fair price.

Cheng Du followed Qi Tongwei's gaze, glanced at the stall a few times, but couldn't see anything wrong.

He spoke softly and calmly, "Old Qi, this stall looks very proper, but it's doing booming business and has an excellent reputation."

In his view, it was just an ordinary small business near the school gate.

It's not worth mentioning; Qi Tongwei is just being deliberately mysterious.

Qi Tongwei shook his head slightly and said in a low voice, "Chengdu, notify Chen Qingquan and He Yuru, the director of the Guangming District Administration for Industry and Commerce, and have Director He lead a team to get there as soon as possible. Oh, and also, inform Li Dakang."

Seeing that Qi Tongwei was serious, Cheng Du nodded.

He walked a short distance away and started making a phone call.

Qi Tongwei waited and waited, and felt that the time was about right.

I took two slow steps forward, staring at the roasting leg on the grill.

"Boss, these look like goose legs, but they're not at all."

Clearly, this statement is meant to damage the brand's reputation.

Old Wang immediately objected.

Where did this hothead come from, meddling in other people's business?

He paused, brushing his hands on the oil, and immediately became unhappy.

He rolled his eyes at Qi Tongwei and said, "Brother, don't just spout nonsense!"

I sell authentic roasted goose legs; the meat is tender and the portions are generous, and I have repeat customers everywhere.

Many college students who ate my goose legs went on to get into graduate school, get into doctoral programs, and find good jobs.

That's irresponsible of you to say that.

I can sue you for defamation.

Running a small business near the school gate, the biggest fear is being unfairly smeared by passersby.

The signboard collapsed without explanation.

Upon hearing this, the students queuing around all turned to look.

"Uncle Roast Goose, you've been selling here for so many years and it seems like you've never had any problems."

"Yeah, that guy doesn't look like a good person. He might be someone from a competitor who sent him to sabotage us."

"Yes, now that the roast goose vendor is gone, other people selling roast goose legs will benefit. It's a form of malicious competition."

The students in line instinctively lined up and unanimously spoke up for the stall owner, Lao Wang.

"This uncle has been selling it for years, and the taste hasn't changed at all; it must be a real goose leg!"

"Exactly, we eat it every day, how could it go wrong?"

"Have you never eaten authentic goose leg before? You don't know anything, yet you spout nonsense?"

Students are simple-minded and have been eating this roasted leg for years, so they have already formed a strong belief in it.

Well, a group of college students started criticizing Qi Tongwei.

Qi Tongwei remained calm and unperturbed, simply pointing to the neatly arranged meat legs on the iron plate.

"Students, look carefully and recall: the goose leg has a wide skeleton and thick meat."

The roasted goose leg in my hand is the one this girl just bought.

Look at these roasted duck legs. They're small and the meat is thin; they're the standard size. They're all roughly the same size—factory assembly line products.

Old Wang got angry, "Don't talk nonsense, my grilled legs are perfectly legitimate."

Qi Tongwei laughed instead of getting angry, "Roasted legs aren't living things, they won't do anything improper."

However, some people have impure intentions.

The bad parts are disguised by coating the food with sauce and adjusting the cooking time; uninformed people will be fooled when they eat it.

What's fake can't become real, and you can't fool the experts.

Old Wang's face instantly darkened. He rolled up his sleeves and said, "What do you know, you layman? Those are small breed geese that I specially selected!"

I had it custom-made by a farm.

Different varieties naturally have different sizes; if you don't understand, don't make baseless accusations!

They're stubborn as a mule, trying to stall for time.