Chapter 1

Liu Lan was very confident in Huang Fugui's noodle-cooking skills, but he was not so confident in Huang Fugui's ability to lead the team. During the afternoon break in the store, he urgently trained Huang Fugui on the DM job rules and showed him the script of "The Chef Contest".

After reading it, Liu Lan was amazed.

While Huang Fugui was out buying fried chicken, Liu Lan said to Jiang Qi with a sigh, "Jiang Qi, I think it's a coincidence that the DM of this "Chef Contest" is also called Huang Fugui. Uncle Huang just performed a scene in front of me, and it was quite good. It was like an NPC in the book walked out of the book."

Jiang Qi couldn't help but feel a jolt in his heart when he heard Liu Lan say this, thinking that he had made a mistake. Next time, he couldn't tell others their real names on the character cards and had to use fake names.

"Uncle Huang is a veteran actor in the troupe. Of course he can act out such simple things well." Jiang Qi evaded the point and lied.

Liu Lan was indeed fooled.

Jiang Qi is studying another matter.

publicity.

The junior high school students who couldn't wait to play the script-killing games as soon as they finished their exams reminded Jiang Qi that the students were on vacation now and the college students from other places were about to return from summer vacation, which was the peak season for script-killing stores.

Spending a little money on publicity at this time is a sure win.

Apart from the funds that the store needs to keep to pay Liu Lan's salary and for emergencies, Jiang Qi's total belongings are only 921 yuan. Jiang Qi certainly does not have the money to hire people to visit the store or advertise on major group buying platforms.

After much thought, Jiang Qi felt that the traditional cheap and cost-effective promotional method was more reliable.

For example, handing out flyers.

What’s even more coincidental is that all kinds of inks and inkjet printers from Jiang Bing’s previously bankrupt printing shop are still stored in the storage room on the first floor of the Jiang family’s home. That small storage room of 20 square meters is filled with the legacy of Jiang Bing’s shops over the years.

In addition, Jiang Bing is an illustrator by profession, so it is not a problem for him to make a decent flyer using computer software.

To round it off, this promotion is free!

Jiang Qi immediately sent a message to Jiang Bing asking her to make the flyers in the next two days.

The area where you distribute flyers doesn't need to be wide, just the surrounding areas will be enough.

"Lanlan, do you have a part-time job group? If you have any questions, please help me find someone to distribute flyers. It's 15 yuan an hour." Jiang Qi turned his gaze to Liu Lan.

Liu Lan was looking at his phone, and without even looking up, he said, "It doesn't cost 15 yuan an hour to find someone to hand out flyers. As long as it's not midday, there are plenty of part-time jobs in the group for 10 yuan an hour."

Jiang Qi: ...

He still underestimated contemporary capitalists.

As usual, they had noodles in the evening. Huang Fugu learned from the lesson that the first pot of noodles was not enough yesterday, so he made eight servings of noodles at once so that everyone could eat to their heart's content.

Liu Lan was also well prepared, bringing fermented bean curd, peanuts and pickles from home. Those who knew she was here to work, while those who didn't thought she came to work today just for this evening's meal.

While we were eating, another guest arrived.

The six junior high school students who had originally agreed to play a mystery book at 6:30 in the evening arrived early. The six boys were wearing school uniforms and were all quite tall. Two of them even carried school bags.

Everyone had food in their hands, including fried skewers, oden, roujiamo, and pancakes. It was obvious that they were here to have fun and didn't go home for dinner, so they just bought something in the alley and came here.

It was obvious that the six people were not here for the first time. The boy who knew Liu Lan and was holding the oden looked at Liu Lan who was holding the bowl of noodles, then looked at the others who had not stopped eating noodles, and asked with a smile: "DM sister, can we start the book now? Some of us have to go back early, it's best to finish before 10:30."

"Sure." Liu Lan swallowed the noodles in his mouth, stood up with the bowl in hand, walked to the book shelf and scanned it. "As for the four and a half hour mystery books, how about Three Secret Chambers? It's a secret chamber book, more for beginners, not difficult."

"Okay." The boys had no objection.

"Wait for me for two minutes. I'll finish my meal first. Otherwise, you can go up and sit down. I'll be there soon." Liu Lan began to eat noodles faster. He glanced at the peanuts on the table reluctantly and gritted his teeth not to pick up any of them.

"It's okay, DM sister, we are not in that hurry. You can eat the noodles first." The boy who was eating the pancake expressed his understanding.

"What drinks would you like to have?" The boys who were eating oden had already started looking for drinks in the freezer.

"I want to eat spicy strips and potato chips." The boy holding the fried skewers said he could still eat more.

Liu Lan swallowed the noodles in big gulps, but he was so hasty that he choked.

Jiang Qi stood up and took a look, and found that there was no soup in her bowl of noodles, so he quickly asked: "Do you want me to add some soup for you? Or some noodles?"

Liu Lan nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Qi took Liu Lan's bowl, walked to the pot, and opened the lid. The hot steam and the wheat aroma of the noodles wafted out of the pot and soon drifted into the noses of several junior high school students who were still choosing snacks and drinks.

Also floating into their ears was the sound of Liu Lan gulping down noodle soup.

Junior high school students eating pancakes: ∑(°Д°)

The junior high school student who felt that the fried skewers in his hand suddenly didn’t taste good anymore: (*_っ)

A middle school student who inexplicably dislikes the oden in his hand:╭(╯^╰)╮

The middle school student who originally wanted to drink Coke but now wants to drink noodle soup: (°Д°≡°Д°)

A middle school student who only hates that the roujiamo in his hand is not noodles:(*)

A junior high school student who suddenly wants to ask the store for a bowl of noodle soup: _(′`」∠)__

Jiang Qi noticed that all the guests were staring at the soup spoon in his hand and seemed to want to drink a bowl of noodle soup: ⊙_⊙

The seven people looked at each other.

“Pah.”

Liu Lan finished the noodle soup and swallowed the last mouthful of noodles. He wiped his mouth and put down the bowl, his whole body filled with enthusiasm for work.

"I'm done eating! Hey, have you chosen your snacks? If you have, come upstairs. Don't we have to finish before 10:30? Hurry up!" Liu Lan said and went to get the box.

The junior high school student who was selecting potato chips withdrew his hand.

The junior high school student with a pancake in his left hand and spicy strips in his right hand thought about it and put the spicy strips back.

The junior high school student who wanted to drink Coke looked at the noodle soup, then looked at the freezer, and finally took a bottle of Coke.

Liu Lan felt a little surprised when he saw that the six boys had been choosing for a long time but didn't take any snacks. Instead, they each took a bottle of drink and went upstairs.

"Hey, why aren't they eating snacks today? The last time they came, they had a table full of snacks, and they ate up all the original potato chips."

Jiang Qi: ...

Isn't it obvious what the reason is?

After Liu Lan went upstairs, Jiang Qi saw that there were still some unfinished noodles in the pot. He first asked Old John and Huang Fugui if they wanted more, and after getting a negative answer, he took them all himself.

He even drank up the soup.

Jiang Qi quickly collected the dishes and said, "Uncle Huang, when you open the book later, will you cook the noodles on the first floor or the second floor?"

"Let's go to the first floor. It's spacious." Huang Fugui said.

Jiang Qi nodded: "Then you should prepare all the materials in advance. If you need me and Liu Lan to go in, please let me know at any time."

As they were talking, the drunk girl arrived early.

By the way, the drunk girl's real name is Zhou Yuan. The last time she drank like that was not because she had just broken up. She went to the bar with her bestie and heard that she met Aquaman's ex-boyfriend. She happened to hear her ex-boyfriend and his friends laughing at her. She was so stimulated that she decided to get drunk. As a result, she was not drunk enough, which led to the farce the day before yesterday.

Liu Lan talked to her about all this last night using the customer service number.

Jiang Qi felt that with Liu Lan's ability in chatting, he would definitely be an expert in intelligence work in special times.

"You're here so early. Have you eaten?" Jiang Qi glanced at his phone. It was only 6:17, and all the guests who had made an appointment with him today had arrived early.

"No, my friend made some sandwiches and will bring them over later. I was too lazy to go home so I came here right after work." Zhou Xuan said, smiling a little stiffly, looking at the three people in the hall, and finally looking at Jiang Qi, "Are you going to bring us books today?"

"It's not me." Jiang Qi pointed at Huang Fugui, "Old Huang brought you the book, he is also the DM of my store."

Zhou Xuan was a little surprised, but she didn't react much. After all, she cried bitterly the night before because of old John's performance.

Although she would cry no matter who played her, Jiang Qi vaguely remembered that Zhou Xuan cried louder when Old John was acting.

"Old Huang was originally an actor in the troupe, and he is also a professional in leading scripts." Jiang Qi began to falsely praise his own employees, "Today's script is particularly suitable for Old Huang to lead. You will know when the time comes."

Zhou Xuan nodded as if she understood, then walked to the sofa and sat down.