There was a long queue on the busy street.

The source of the long queue is an extremely popular milk tea shop.

This kind of long queue of customers from this sect is a unique promotional technique for milk tea shops.

Different from the traditional belief that the customer is God, many of the emerging Internet celebrity delicacies are trying their best to be the ancestors of their customers.

Although every clerk kept a professional smile on his face, the work under his hands could not speed up at all.

This is not done deliberately because these clerks like to be lazy, but because the company has special requirements during training.

It is said that this can increase customer expectations.

I don’t know how many people in the long queue were paid to queue up.

Anyway, no one knows each other, and they all feel that since they are waiting, it is better to wait a little longer.

"Alas, to have a cup of milk tea now is like grabbing tickets for the Spring Festival travel decades ago."

"What are you talking about? Milk tea will be sold as long as we queue up. Spring Festival travel tickets were not so easy to grab.

Two college-aged men chatted while waiting in line.

"Oh, life is so difficult. It's so difficult that I have to wait for more than an hour to buy a cup of milk tea. It's so damn hard."

The tall man at the back was obviously a little impatient.

The short boy in front could hear his friend's boredom, but seeing that there were about a dozen more people around him, he had no choice but to turn his head and plan to persuade his friend.

After all, persistence to the end is the ultimate victory.

But when he laid the brick, he noticed that on the road not far away, a plume of black smoke was drifting toward the milk tea shop with a force that swallowed up the world.

Even though he was wearing his eyes when he went out, he couldn't tell what was in the black smoke for a while.

"Ghost...ghost...ghost!" the short man pointed in the direction of the black smoke and said stumblingly.

When the people around him heard what the short boy said, they all turned their heads and looked in the direction of the black smoke.

Of course, the person inside the black smoke was not a ghost, but Zhang Fugui driving his old pickup truck.

I don’t know what’s going on, but the black smoke from the old pickup truck is extremely black today.

It was so dark that Zhang Fugui got lost on a familiar street.

At this time, he was anxious and lowered the speed to the lowest level.

However, although the vehicle speed has decreased, the concentration of black smoke has not decreased at all.

Zhang Fugui thought he had met a ghost.

Finally, in desperation, Zhang Fugui parked the car on the side of the road.

Looking at the smoke billowing from the old pickup truck, Zhang Fugui made up his mind that after returning home tonight, the first thing he would do would be to donate some money to the workers farming in the northwest of the country, otherwise his conscience would be troubled.

Zhang Fugui looked around the street and found that the place in front of him where he didn't want to wait in a long queue was the cup of milk tea that Yang Yuhuan wanted to drink.

Zhang Fugui really doesn't like this store. Although the taste is good, the marketing of this store really disgusts Zhang Fugui.

Last time when Zhang Fugui accompanied Wang Tiehua and Yang Yuhuan to go shopping, they saw this brand of milk tea, and the two women were determined to try it.

Zhang Fugui volunteered to let the two beauties go shopping while he stayed in line.

By the time Wang Tiehua and Yang Yuhuan finished shopping, Zhang Fugui had not bought milk tea yet.

Finally, when it was Zhang Fugui's turn to buy milk tea, he almost suffered from hypoglycemia.

After receiving the milk tea, Yang Yuhuan couldn't wait to take a sip, and then her eyes sparkled.

She said it was the best drink she had ever had.

Zhang Fugui said to himself that anyone who has been thirsty for a long time will find this cup of milk tea delicious.

Wang Tiehua’s response was mediocre and she said frankly that the taste was okay, but it was not worth the effort of queuing up.

Zhang Fugui wanted to applaud his girlfriend after saying this. He raised his head provocatively at Yang Yuhuan, as if to say: "Look, this is a woman in the new era who has the ability to think independently.

But then he thought about it, and it seemed that such a statement didn't mean much to Yang Yuhuan. After all, according to his actual age, being new or not was basically a nihilistic concept to Yang Yuhuan.

Zhang Fugui's evaluation of milk tea that day was very good, and he could describe it in four words as a panacea.

The reason is simple. He had symptoms of hypoglycemia while waiting. If he hadn't waited for milk tea, he would have had to wait for an ambulance.

Having learned from the previous failure, Zhang Fugui did not go to the end of the queue.

At this moment, he is looking for an animal that everyone hates, called an ox.

"Scalpers! Are there any scalpers? Are there any scalpers who will queue up for others?" Zhang Fugui shouted loudly to the long queue, his whole temperament as if he was collecting rags.

"This fool is still called a scalper. It seems that he doesn't plan to queue up." When the short boy saw it, it was almost his turn and he whispered to his friend.

The tall man glanced at Zhang Fugui and said, "Maybe he is a rich man. It's great to be rich."

"Bah, if you have a lot of money, you will move first. This kind of person cannot be really rich. He is probably a small Internet celebrity or something. He makes a little money and starts spending it randomly. I despise such people the most!"

The short man moved forward and said to his friend.

Zhang Fugui found that when he shouted that he needed scalpers, although some people in the team looked ready to make a move, no one took the initiative to speak out.

So he lowered his head and took out his wallet, took out a few hundred-dollar bills, waved it and said, "Who can sell me a spot?"

The short man whispered to the person behind him: "Does he think that having money can solve all problems?

But he didn't get any response to his words. When he looked back, he saw that his friend's position had long been replaced by Zhang Fugui.

His friend, on the other hand, was standing on a bench not far away, looking at him with a smile.

No one can tell what the most uncomfortable feeling in the world is, but regret is definitely one of them.

Looking at the hundred yuan in his friend's hand, the short man suddenly felt a little regretful.

Zhang Fugui didn't know these details. When it was his turn to order, he quickly ordered a few milk teas according to Yang Guifei's habit, and then watched the employees in the milk tea shop making them for him in slow motion.

In about ten minutes, Zhang Fugui walked back to his old pickup truck carrying a large refrigerated belt.

Then I saw a puff of black smoke flying quickly in the direction of Sihai Restaurant.

At this time, in a large reception room on the fifth floor of Sihai Restaurant, Lin Kun and Guo Zheng were overlooking the entire Sihai Restaurant.

"Why didn't he come to take a look at such a good deal?" Lin Kun was a little reluctant to believe Guo Zheng's description.

"I can't say I can't come, but I came just to eat. From the moment Mr. He taught him the restaurant to now, he has only arranged one person for the restaurant, and through my observation, this security captain named A Dao is a

Very capable people, it can be said that almost all the security teams of Sihai Restaurant are now the confidants of Fugui's confidants." Guo Zheng explained to Lin Kun in a low voice.

After speaking, Guo Zheng glanced behind Lin Kun.

A charming and beautiful girl smiled naughtily to herself.

This smile is so deceptive, it seems to have a hint of flattery.

Guo Zheng shook his head and continued to say to Lin Kun beside him: "Young Master Lin, this girl seems different from the one you brought with you last time."

Lin Kun turned his head and looked at it, and then said with great certainty: "They are the same, they have two eyes, one nose, two arms, and by the way, they are all 34D. I am very sure of this."

"You kid, you don't have a straight face, so you are not afraid that sooner or later you will fall into the hands of a woman."

"Then it's the best. It's better to fall on a woman than a man. If you die under peonies, is it cool to be a ghost? You, an upright person, don't understand the joy of life." Lin Kun finished speaking,

He turned around and walked up to the pretty girl, and he didn't know what kind of dirty joke he said, which made the pretty girl's face blush, but he didn't mean to blame him at all.

Although Guo Zheng disliked Lin Kun's promiscuity, he couldn't say he was disgusted.

Because compared to all the rich and powerful old men in society who can only coax with sweet words, Lin Kun has really put his money where his mouth is.

He would never force a girl to be with him, and of course, he would never stay with the same girl for a long time.

To him, women are beautiful flowers in all seasons. Since they are flowers, they should be played with.

So when it comes to things like throwing yourself into someone's arms, he has always been willing to accept them.

However, he also has his own three principles, that is, he will not touch married women, he will not touch girls with simple thoughts, and he will not touch women who have had emotional entanglements with friends.

For him, one is the bottom line, the other is morality, and the other is principle.

Although his female companions change very frequently, every female companion, whether they are smart or kind, will not speak ill of him.

Because no girl got what she wanted from him.

They won't lose money on this business.

Guo Zheng looked at the beautiful girl who was having a little fight with Lin Kun when they were young, and thought to himself: "I wonder if this one can last two weeks."

After speaking, Guo Zheng turned his head and continued to look out the window.

At this time, outside the wall of Sihai Restaurant, a thick smoke billowed from the distance, just like the smoke of an ancient beacon fire, instantly conveying an important message to Guo Zheng.
Chapter completed!