Fang Yuan tossed and turned, not knowing why he couldn't fall asleep, so he simply got up early and headed for Shengshi Jiangnan.
"Ouch, why are my eyelids twitching?"
Fang Yuan looked at himself through the rearview mirror and discovered that both of his eyelids were twitching.
The left eyelid twitched twice and the right eye twitched once.
"What the hell? The left eye twitching means good fortune, the right eye twitching means disaster. If both of them are twitching, what does it mean?"
Fang Yuan rubbed his eyelids and got off Lafa.
"Hmm? Am I seeing that correctly?"
What caught Fang Yuan's eyes was a very long queue, and all the people queuing here were foreigners.
"What's going on?"
Shengshi Jiangnan implements the separation of pedestrians and vehicles, and parking is not allowed in the park.
Fang Yuan parked the car in a parking space outside the park and then walked over.
I didn't expect that the foreigners would line up all the way to the entrance door.
"What are these foreigners waiting for?" Fang Yuan scratched his head and asked puzzledly.
Next to him, a black foreigner began to explain.
"Hey, man, don't you know? There's a really great restaurant opening here."
Fang Yuan didn't expect that this old black man was actually sociable.
"Hei, bro, is the restaurant open so early?" Facing the black man, Fang Yuan couldn't help but start dancing and speaking with a hint of technical secondary school rap.
As soon as the black man saw Fang Yuan dancing, he also covered his mouth and started b-boxing.
"Crackle, click, click, um... I heard there's a Michelin six-star restaurant here, which will officially start its trial operation at 8 o'clock today. There aren't many dishes for the trial operation, and they will close as soon as the ingredients are used up. I got up at 6 o'clock in the morning, but I didn't expect that there would be more than a dozen people in line."
Black people are indeed black people, they have racial talents. Even when they sing in Mandarin, they can come up with several different rhymes.
Fang Yuan watched a rap show yesterday, and a rapper in the show almost left him speechless.
There is only one line that repeats over and over in the whole song, "I always cram at the last minute, cram at the last minute."
Listening to Lao Hei’s freestyle now, he is much more talented than those who are cramming at the last minute.
"Hei bro, are you a musician?"
"Dude, I teach English, but I've been here for too long and I've forgotten my English."
Fang Yuan thought, this black bro is really an amazing person, he even forgot his English.
"So what do you do now?"
“I am a student now.”
"What are you studying?"
"Learn English..."
Fang Yuan and the black man looked at each other, and the two of them tacitly agreed not to mention the matter again.
"Just kidding, I'm actually a food critic and a food blogger on YouTube."
The black man grinned with his big white teeth and said with a sly smile.
"Oh." Fang Yuan nodded and understood.
Nowadays, when foreigners make videos in China and put them on YouTube, they can get a lot of views.
Therefore, a large number of foreigners in China are engaged in self-media.
The black man leaned over to Fang Yuan and said, "By the way, I have 12 million fans on YouTube."
YouTube is a long video website that is monopolized abroad, and bloggers on it rarely inflate their data.
This black bro has 12 million fans, which means there are actually 12 million people following him.
If you can achieve this data, you will become a big internet celebrity on the Internet.
"To be exact, it's 12.99 million. I have a feeling that after shooting this restaurant today, I can reach 13 million."
As the black man spoke, he couldn't help laughing out loud.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
His exaggerated expression startled Fang Yuan.
"But unfortunately, you probably can't eat at this restaurant. Because this restaurant only serves the owners of this park."
"Um?"
Hearing what the black man said, Fang Yuan immediately frowned.
Why does this rule sound so familiar?
Could it be the restaurant opened by Guan Yingying?
That’s not right. Will Guan Yingying open a Western restaurant?
It’s an illusion, it must be an illusion, don’t scare yourself.
But Fang Yuan thought about his twitching eyelids and felt a premonition growing stronger and stronger.
Fang Yuan turned and left. He wanted to see if Building 17 was the end of the line.
The black man looked at Fang Yuan's back as he left, thinking that he was angry because he couldn't eat the delicious food.
He shouted at Fang Yuan's back, "Brother, although you can't eat it, you can watch it on my YouTube channel. My name is Jackson, remember to follow me."
At this moment, Fang Yuan didn't know that Jackson would become his eternal nightmare.
Fang Yuan followed the long queue and the further he walked, the more frightened he became.
The green plants on both sides seem familiar.
This road is exactly the same as the one leading to Building 17.
In particular, isn’t the fork in the road with the most people Building 17?
There is even a stone tablet in front of the building with a big "Lose" engraved on it.
This store name was given by Fang Yuan, how could he not remember it?
"What's going on? I've only been away for a while, and the business has already picked up?"
Fang Yuan simply couldn't understand how this store managed to attract so many consumers even though he had set such stringent conditions.
Moreover, today is the soft opening day!
In other words, there was no publicity at all before.
Why are there so many foreigners?
Fang Yuan was even more confused. Isn't it a restaurant? Why are all the customers foreigners?
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