There's a cold noodle stall downstairs, it's so delicious!
Ding Su seemed like someone who had discovered a treasure and had nowhere to share it, excitedly posting photos and recommending it in the group.
The message notification sound was particularly noticeable in a quiet environment, which annoyed several employees who were working overtime and disrupted their concentration.
Then, frowning, I picked up my phone and saw the enlarged photo of cold noodles, which almost filled the entire chat window.
"???"
"You're posting porn late at night?"
"No, where are you, kid?"
"Hey downstairs, there's a cold noodle stall downstairs, it's absolutely delicious! Didn't you guys see what I posted above?"
With his heart pounding with excitement, Ding Su repeated the story to everyone.
But her colleagues were still puzzled, never even considering the possibility that it was under an office building.
It wasn't until Ding Su took a distant photo and included it with the company building that the group believed the cold noodle stall was really downstairs from their building.
"Wow, why are there people setting up stalls downstairs? What time is it?"
They were confused not only about the location but also about the time.
Ding Su was too lazy to explain slowly, so he simply told them to come down and eat cold noodles.
We've already worked this late, so it's not a big deal to come down for some cold noodles and then go back to work.
To be honest, the employees were really curious about this suddenly appearing roadside stall.
They exchanged a glance, both feeling a bit hungry, and went downstairs together.
The Ziyuan Building changed its security company, and the people in the building felt the change most clearly. Before, at night, when no one was in the company, the lights in the corridors were all off.
The lights are on now.
In addition, security personnel patrol and check every hour.
Even when it's late at night, everyone feels very safe.
Judging from this patrol incident, the newly taken-over property management company is more complex than the previous one.
Moreover, when you get to the lobby on the first floor, you can see that there are still people on duty at the front desk.
It's really different!
Then, as they exited the office building, they saw a cold noodle stall by the roadside, where Ding Su was sitting and waving at them.
The group walked up to Lin Zhou's stall, each ordered a bowl of cold noodles, and then sat down at Ding Su's table, which was just the right size for the four of them.
Through the fully transparent glass doors at the front desk in the lobby, you can see their new boss's cold noodle stall, which is doing quite well; there are people eating at the front.
When the boss came down to set up his stall, she received a message from General Manager Huang's assistant, telling her to keep an eye on the boss's business and contact them immediately if there were any problems.
The receptionist's feelings at that moment were truly indescribable.
If she hadn't known that Lin Zhou, who was running a stall, was the owner of this building, she really wouldn't have imagined that the new boss was so down-to-earth.
At the same time, seeing the customers who get to eat the cold noodles made by the owner himself, I felt a little envious.
She's never eaten it before!
The boss made this himself!
What does it smell like? Does it smell like money?
Upon seeing the message from the assistant inquiring about the situation, the receptionist quietly sent a photo of the owner setting up a stall.
"The owner's business is doing well, and it all seems perfectly natural."
The assistant, who received the message, showed the photo to Huang Zhenghao, who was working overtime.
"Okay, if the boss likes to set up a stall, then let's not let anyone disturb him."
Although Huang Zhenghao is not young, he has served many wealthy people.
He was quite knowledgeable about the diverse hobbies of the wealthy.
It's not a big deal if you like setting up a stall.
"OK."
......
Meanwhile, the regular customers who had been searching all day couldn't find a trace of Lin Zhou.
Everyone is speculating where Mr. Lin will set up his stall this week.
Based on Lin Zhou's past stall times and locations, it's impossible to find any patterns; it's just too random.
So everyone gave Lin Zhou's stall a name: Random Stall.
"The main problem is that we're hesitant to act rashly. If we were to buy trending topics across the entire internet, we could definitely find it, but once we did, we couldn't be sure if Mr. Lin would run away."
"Wouldn't that mean everyone would know who Boss Lin is? What would we eat then?"
"That's right, that's right. Last week, Changzhong Temple became famous, which also exposed our Boss Lin's braised meat stall. We can't let that happen again this week."
"Ah, I miss the days when not many people knew Boss Lin, when he could buy as much as he wanted."
"If all else fails, we can expand our workforce and partner with the fried chicken stand next door."
"Don't you know that the fried chicken group next door has already blocked us?"
"Hilarious! It seems like another braised pork roll group has recently appeared. Boss Lin's fans are really growing, and they are very cohesive."
"Who can go back to the past after tasting Boss Lin's cooking? They can't forget it at all."
"I used to be someone who didn't like eating steamed buns, but now the steamed buns made by Boss Lin have become my white moonlight. I can't forget them at all. I can even empathize with some people who break up and look for a replacement. I search everywhere for steamed bun shops. If any shop's steamed buns are even a little bit like the ones made by Boss Lin, then that's my new favorite."
"......"
"The weather has been pretty good this week, so Mr. Lin should be out and about. No problem, we'll just spend a little more time looking, we'll find him eventually."
It's getting late, and everyone has to go to work tomorrow.
We summarized the locations we searched today, outlined the geographical distribution for tomorrow's search, and then stopped talking.
Around 11 o'clock, business boomed in Linzhou.
People who were just getting off work at this time gradually walked out of the office building.
Lin Zhou's stall is right across the street from the main gate; you can see it at a glance.
Curious people, drawn by the tangy and spicy aroma of the cold noodles wafting through the air, gradually gathered around.
Everyone was quite surprised that Lin Zhou was able to set up a stall here.
When asked repeatedly, Lin Zhou simply used the excuse that he got in through connections to brush it off, since no one would believe him anyway if he told the truth.
I don't know why these people don't believe he's a rich man when they see him setting up a stall.
He had previously seen a news report about a cleaning lady who was very wealthy, but she couldn't stay idle and went out to work as a cleaner.
At the time, Lin Zhou felt that setting up a stall didn't seem so outrageous.
"Boss, I don't like sesame paste, please don't add sesame paste, and add more vinegar!"
Lin Zhou's thoughts were interrupted by the customer's order. He responded and began making cold noodles.
Now that more people are leaving get off work, his tables and chairs are all full, and people behind him just squat down by the roadside with their bowls and start eating.
It seemed as if they had stepped out of the office building that everyone envied, and just a few steps away, they were eating at a roadside stall. Everyone looked much more relaxed.
Even if you squat by the roadside, no one will find it out of place.
"It's delicious!"
The diners who got to eat the cold noodles were all very surprised.
Delicious food, warm lighting, and guests scattered around—some standing, some sitting, some squatting—all dressed formally but casually.
This relaxed atmosphere allowed people who had worked all day to gather together and enjoy delicious cold noodles.
......
(Chapter Two~)
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