Wednesday afternoon at 6 p.m.

Qin Yi drove her van past the Vansi Hair Salon on Zisa Street.

The barbershop's doors were tightly shut, and from a distance, a large padlock firmly sealed the bright glass door.

A large crowd had gathered in front of the door, most of them with expressions of resentment.

Qin Yi parked the van in an open space not far away.

She felt a little guilty today, so she didn't go up to join in the fun.

Last night, she asked Ma Xiaomei about some things, specifically how to handle the issue of shops closing down after customers have made pre-orders.

Ma Xiaomei gave Qin Yi some legal advice and asked her where she had been setting up her stall recently, as she wanted to bring her child over for a treat.

Qin Yi felt this was a good opportunity for both the victim and the top lawyer to work together.

So he asked Ma Xiaomei to come to Lanxi Hair Salon at 6:30 pm.

She didn't tell Ma Xiaomei that there were many people there defending their rights.

He simply said that he was treating Ma Xiaomei to a barbecue to thank her for her help at the Public Security Bureau last time.

...

Ma Xiaomei was naturally very willing.

I haven't had Mr. Qin's delicious food in a long time.

It's been over a month since we last parted ways at Zi San Xiao.

A few days ago at the police station, I heard Boss Qin say that he had gone to Qingcheng to do business for more than a month, and recently he went back to Zicheng to set up a stall.

She seems particularly enthusiastic about her job as a street vendor.

Moreover, Boss Qin is usually very low-key. Despite having such excellent skills, he would only ask for a WeChat group.

By adding loyal old customers and developing some new customers, her daily business is overflowing with pre-orders alone.

Do we still need to put in the hard work of setting up a stall on the street every day?

You can complete this business without leaving home.

These loyal and enthusiastic customers kept her so engrossed that she couldn't even leave the kitchen.

They kept her inside, cooking delicious food from morning till night.

But Boss Qin said that her regular customers have a biased view of her, and she wants to conquer different groups of people with different kinds of food.

Only in this way can it be proven that her cooking skills have improved, and that the food is truly delicious.

Sigh, I don't understand, but what adult doesn't have some strange quirks?

It seems that Mr. Qin's hobby is to make it more difficult to make money.

...

Qin Yi felt scared when she thought about what Ma Xiaomei had said last night about adding customers to a WeChat group.

She was initially hesitant about whether to build a customer base.

When she heard Ma Xiaomei say that her orders were so full that she couldn't even leave the kitchen.

I've completely given up on that idea.

It's one thing for her to do it, but her two younger sisters could do it.

I recently heard from Tian Rong and Cherry Girl that their business is getting better and better, with pre-orders accounting for 60% of their daily sales.

Business is so good we can barely keep up; we need to hurry up and open a store and hire staff.

While thinking about her and her sisters' business development, Qin Yi unloaded all the tools she needed for today's stall from the car.

The first thing to do is to start a fire.

First, heat the charcoal fire to a suitable and even temperature.

Qin Yi sat on a folding chair, looking at the group of people protesting for their rights not far away.

Today's group of people were noticeably more agitated than those who protested yesterday.

A few men, who seemed to have somehow acquired hammers and shovels, were smashing the large lock on the door.

The security guards on the commercial street rushed over immediately.

The crowd surrounded the security guard, demanding that he hand over the contact information of the barber shop owner.

Wu Gaojie is quite tall and has recently worked out to become quite fit. He straightened up and rushed into the center of the excited crowd.

He shouted loudly, "Listen to me, everyone, don't get agitated. The security guards won't know the business's phone number. Yesterday, I participated in a protest against the gym's closure. Experienced people in the group told me about some legal procedures for protecting our rights. Let's go aside and discuss this together. In a society governed by law, smashing doors won't solve anything. Everyone, please be rational!"

After Wu Gaojie's persuasion, the men finally put down their shovels and hammers.

People dispersed and let the security guards out.

Wu Gaojie and his group wanted to find a place to sit down and talk, and he looked around.

Look what he saw!

Isn't that the rainbow blind box BBQ truck we saw next to the gym yesterday?

The boss didn't reply to group messages for a whole day and night, and actually came here to set up a stall.

He quickly led the deceived customers from the barbershop to Qin Yi's stall and sat them down.

Everyone was so badly ripped off by the barbershop that they lost their appetite, but Wu Gaojie had a great appetite.

"Boss, give me two blind box barbecues. I'll draw a good one and share them with everyone!"

“Young man, you have a really good attitude. You still have the mood to eat. I have no appetite at all when I think about those thousands of dollars that went down the drain.”

Wu Gaojie smiled helplessly and said, "Brother, life is just about going through one pitfall after another. Just consider it as accumulating experience. The more small pitfalls we fall for, the less likely we are to fall for big ones. The most important thing in life is to be happy. What's done is done, so eat and drink as you please and live however you want!"

After listening, Brother Iron Hammer frowned and manually gave Wu Gaojie a thumbs up: "I didn't expect that I, in my middle age, would not be as insightful as a young man. Your mentality is something I should learn from. You mentioned before what the legal process for protecting rights is. Tell us about it."

Wu Gaojie suddenly remembered something and gestured to Brother Tiechui to wait a moment.

He'll take care of what he's doing first.

Wu Gaojie took out his phone and sent three identical messages in the "Shumei Fitness Rights Protection Group" yesterday.

[The owner of the Rainbow Blind Box truck is setting up a stall in front of the Fanxi Hair Salon on Zisa Street today. Come quick if you want some!]

Then I went to the rainbow blind box spinning wheel and scanned the QR code twice, which gave me two chances to spin the wheel.

Brother Hammer exclaimed, "Wow! You're even making such a fancy way of having barbecue?"

Wu Gaojie stared at the spot where the roundabout had stopped: "The cyan-colored Shaotong skewers and the green-colored Zibo barbecue! I've never tried either of them before! I'm in for a treat today!"

Qin Yi recognized the customer who handed her the card. "Aren't you the customer who won the hidden prize at Shumei Fitness yesterday?"

Wu Gaojie: "Haha, it's rare that you still remember me, boss. Why didn't you reply to my messages in the group?"

Qin Yi stammered a little, "Uh... my sister manages that group. I'm too busy with my stall to use WeChat, but don't worry, once we collect all seven cards, I'll have my sister send a message in the group on Saturday night to let us know the time and place for the roast suckling pig. It won't run away like these other vendors."

Wu Gaojie laughed and said, "Even if you ran away, I would still think these barbecues were worth it. Just meeting you here tonight makes me feel lucky. And yesterday I even won a hidden blind box. You are simply my lucky angel."

Qin Yi took two large bags of grilled skewers wrapped in tin foil from the carriage.

He joked, "You're a modern-day 'Old Man of the Frontier,' I wouldn't dare to try and scam you. I'll just sit here and wait to be fed."