Chapter 102: Eating Watermelon at the Food Court (30)

Although Mo Qianhe was ready to die, he did not relax and was still seriously placing orders and selling for Song Xiaoyan's Diu Zhanbing Shop.

Liu Tang went from crying at the beginning to silent.

Although Mo Qianhe was a little worried, he didn't know how to comfort her.

After all, it is you who is going to die, so saying anything at this time would seem a bit unprincipled.

"Let me see your communicator." Liu Tang stretched out his hand in front of Mo Qianhe.

Mo Qianhe obediently handed the communicator to Liu Tang and reminded him, "There's no internet connection right now. This communicator can't reach anyone else."

Liu Tang nodded, clicked to open the operation page, and checked the chat records between all players in the past few days, as well as the pictures taken by Mo Qianhe.

He reviewed in as much detail as possible all the information that players had obtained since entering the game, trying to find a glimmer of hope for survival.

Don't panic, stay calm. Liu Tang calmed his mind and focused as much as possible.

Since there was no diversion from the stinky tofu shop, more customers came to buy food from the other five stores, which caused their sales to increase rapidly and soon exceeded 500 food coins.

Especially the milk tea shop, which is approaching the sales target of 595 coins.

Because of the air wall, no one could observe the total number of customer NPCs in the square, so no one realized the problem of insufficient customers.

Feng Xiansu made her milk tea while watching the numbers on the screen in the square. She saw that the stinky tofu shop's sales had remained at 405 coins, showing no sign of increasing, and she began to have doubts.

If there was a problem with the fryer, it would have been delayed for too long.

If this delay continues, can the stinky tofu shop really reach 595 coins before the square stops operating?

At this moment, she saw a note on the order: "Please pass the message forward and ask what's going on with the stinky tofu shop."

It’s a message from Song Xiaoyan.

It seems that her enemy has the same idea as her.

At this time, Song Xiaoyan frequently checked the order that Mo Qianhe placed for her, hoping to see some good news in the remarks area.

Seeing that the stinky tofu shop's sales had not moved, she could imagine that Zheng Yi, who was responsible for placing orders and selling the stinky tofu shop, must be very anxious.

But no new notes appeared.

It wasn't until some time had passed since she sent the message that she received a reply from Mo Qianhe: "Everyone, just focus on reaching your sales target. I have a plan."

Song Xiaoyan passed the message on, but did not feel relieved.

As long as she doesn't see the other party increase its sales, she won't be completely relieved.

The live broadcast room is already crying:

"Ahhhhh, is Liar Mo really going to die? Wuuuuuu, no!"

"Is my River CP going to end? No!"

"Light a candle, things are unpredictable."

"The conditions specially set by this boss are too outrageous."

"In fact, they should have anticipated that there would be a shortage of customers. They were just too optimistic."

"Indeed, estimating daily sales is one of the difficulties of this model. Otherwise, setting the two conditions of only purchasing once and not wasting raw materials would be meaningless."

"Liar Mo has finally reaped what he sowed."

"The boss is clearly targeting them. Even if they lower their sales, there won't be enough customers. Don't you understand?"

In the midst of the busy work, the other five stores have reached the sales target of 595 coins, and the stores without production and ordering tasks have chosen to close.

Only Qin Zhengyi from the bun shop was still waiting to help Mo Qianke take an order and had not closed the shop.

Although the worry about Mo Qianhe had not dissipated, everyone felt somewhat relieved at the thought that they would be able to successfully pass the level soon.

Jiang Minxu tried to place a short order with the previous dealer, using a note to convey the message:

"The fried skewers shop has reached its sales target, so I can help fry stinky tofu."

The message was smoothly delivered to Mo Qianhe's shop.

Mo Qianhe looked at everyone's sales reaching 595 coins, but his own store remained at 405 coins. He sighed, walked to the single-player game, and chose the "Close Store" option.

In the bun shop, Qin Zhengyi, who was waiting in front of the order machine, heard a mechanical sound. The machine in front of her began to shut down, and a line of words appeared on it:

"The store manager has chosen to close the store. Thank you for using it."

Before the girl could figure out what was going on, she heard a broadcast from the square:

"All stores have confirmed their closure. Today's promotion ends early. Thank you for your patronage!"

In an instant, the customers who were still queuing in the bun shop waiting to buy stinky tofu stopped moving, and then left one after another.

"What's going on?!" Jiang Minxu asked in surprise.

At this time, the air wall separating the shops had disappeared, and the call screen lit up again in front of everyone.

Everyone looked at Mo Qianke in confusion, whose sales volume was obviously below target and the lowest.

Feng Xiansu gritted her teeth and said, "That despicable boss must have done it! She must have deliberately shut down the event early!"

Song Xiaoyan remained silent, looking suspicious.

She thought of what Mo the liar had said before, "there is a countermeasure", and guessed that the other party might have another way to pass the level.

Boss's large screen appeared in the center of everyone's field of vision. He said innocently, "Don't accuse me. This was Mr. Mo's own choice. It has nothing to do with me."

Mo Qianhe took a deep breath and looked at the others with a smile: "I'm sorry, everyone. I lied to you. I deliberately didn't let the sales increase."

Jiang Minxu was puzzled: "Why?"

He knew that Mo Pianzi was not someone who would seek death easily, especially after meeting Liu Tang, he not only became enthusiastic, but also more cherished his life.

His mind began to deduce the possibility that all the Mo scammers had to control their turnover.

Before he could figure it out, the boss, who was eager to watch the fun, waved his hand and displayed a piece of data in front of everyone:

“Number of customers spending: 676/680.”

Feng Xiansu was a little confused when she saw the number and asked, "What is this?"

On the other side, Jiang Minxu and Song Xiaoyan had already seen it clearly.

Jiang Minxu said, "There aren't enough customers..."

Song Xiaoyan frowned and looked at Mo Qianhe on the screen: "Did you know this when you stopped selling stinky tofu?"

Mo Qianhe was about to open his mouth to answer when Boss spoke first: "Yes, your friend is really selfless. He chose to sacrifice himself for you.

“It’s so touching.”

As he said that, Boss picked up a handkerchief and hypocritically wiped the cyber tears from his face.

"Why don't you tell us? Maybe we can come up with a solution together?" Jiang Minxu said.

Mo Qianhe smiled and said, "There's no other way. I've thought of everything I can think of. Under these restrictions, we must sacrifice at least one person no matter what.

"Telling you this will only disrupt everyone's business rhythm and might even harm more people."

Everyone fell silent. They knew that Mo Qianhe was right.

No matter how many people know about this, the final result will only be that one person will be chosen to be sacrificed.

Mo Qianhe operated the system panel and transferred all the props and clearance points in his backpack to Ji Zehan, saying to him, "You manage Wantong Pavilion for Liu Tang, and you put in a lot of effort. These things of mine may help you alleviate some of your financial shortages.

"As for Liu Tang himself, I'm not worried. He'll be fine whether I'm around or not. But if he needs help in the future, I hope you can help him on my behalf."

Ji Zehan calmly replied: "He is my benefactor, of course I will do my best to help him."

He did not have any strong emotions about Mo Qianke's death. In the "18th level of Hell", the only people he cared about were President Jiang and his benefactor Liu Tang.

However, I still feel a little worried when I think that my benefactor might be sad after the liar dies.

After arranging the funeral, Mo Qianhe looked at Liu Tang who had been silent for a long time.

Liu Tang handed the communicator back to Mo Qianhe. It was difficult to discern the emotions on his bun-headed face. He just said heartlessly, "Finally, there's a signal."

Others were puzzled by Liu Tang's calm state, and felt that this was like the calm before the storm.

Mo Qianhe was amused. He reached out and rubbed the man's robotic shoulder, saying regretfully, "What a pity! I can't see your human form again before I die."

Mo Qianhe turned to the Boss and said, "Alright, you can help them pass the level. As for me, you can do whatever you want with me."

Boss smiled maliciously. "How can we just let them pass like this? Of course we have to let them watch the execution of your selfless friend before they leave."

As the boss said this, he waved his hand, and the shops in the square slid to the edge and fell under the cliff. The six players and Liu Tang were pushed out of the shops by the air wall and stood at the edge of the square.

Everyone's faces became extremely ugly.

This boss always seems to try his best to make every player feel the inner torture.

Just like the night Zhou Youwei was crushed, the square began to sink, forming a giant mortar.

Mo Qianhe was gently pushed by the air wall and slid towards the center of the square.

Unlike Zhou Youwei who was in such a mess at first, Mo Qianhe landed nimbly on the smooth ground and slid all the way down as if he was surfing.

Jiang Minxu complained with tears in his eyes: "You're almost dead, and you're still trying to be cool."

Standing in the center of the square, Mo Qianhe looked up at Liu Tang. The man still had a bun on his head, but he could see that he seemed very nervous, and his entire robot body was tense.

Mo Qianhe tried his best to pretend to be carefree and grinned, waving his hand: "It's okay. Goodbye."

The person I like.

The Boss took out a square metal box, inside of which was the green button with a special pattern printed on it. As long as the button was pressed, the giant pestle in the air would fall and crush the hateful human to pieces.

She raised her hand and said, "Then everyone, please enjoy the show."

"Wait a minute!" Liu Tang suddenly spoke at this time.

Boss turned around to look at Liu Tang and asked with a half-smile, "Why, do you have something private to say to your lover?"

Liu Tang looked at the boss and said righteously, "I seriously doubt whether you are qualified to use this button."

Boss sneered: "I don't have the qualifications, do you?"

Liu Tang did not flinch: "I think I am more qualified than you."

The boss stopped, stood up from the sofa, and looked down at Liu Tang from the glass stand. He said with interest, "Do you think that just because you are the boss of 'Wanjing Garden', you can be invincible in other dungeons? This is 'Chongji Hell', not your shabby place like playing house."

Liu Tang nodded. "Indeed, the rules of this dungeon are much more complex and strict than those of Wanjing Garden. That's why I don't think you are qualified to be the dungeon boss."

Boss crossed his arms, a look of amusement on his face. "Oh? I wonder what you think that makes you think I'm not qualified."

Liu Tang looked at the robot and answered clearly, "Because you violated the rules."

The boss robot, who had been at ease all the time, showed a look of fear on his face.

Her arms, which were folded across her chest, gradually tensed up.