After Lin Zhou sold his tea eggs and got off the bus, Wang Ziming and his father continued on the bus back to the village.
Wang Fugui couldn't bear to look at his son, who was grinning foolishly while holding his phone.
I don't understand people these days.
"It's just that your skills are a little better, I don't know why you're so excited."
Wang Fugui thought his son was ignorant and muttered something under his breath.
Upon hearing this, Wang Ziming's eyes widened immediately.
"Is this any better? If it's not good, would you be willing to spend ten yuan on a tea egg?"
Wang Ziming didn't know what kind of person his father was. When he heard that a tea egg cost ten yuan, he immediately called the police. But after tasting it, he was willing to pay for it again. Isn't that enough to prove how delicious the tea egg was?
Look at these passengers on the bus; who wouldn't be surprised when they heard the price?
What happens after you taste it?
I wish I could buy two more and eat to my heart's content.
A tea egg was gone in just a few bites, and I hadn't even figured out what it was all about.
Wang Fugui fell silent.
Holding a tea egg, smelling the aroma wafting from the bag, I sat leisurely in my seat, feeling wonderful.
"Let me tell you, this Mr. Lin is very famous. He used to run a stall in a big city. Let me look him up for you."
Originally, Wang Ziming didn't pay much attention to Lin Zhou, but he was attracted by the video of the suona and Western food.
The suona music in the video is really great.
He has collected several.
Now that he has met Mr. Lin in person, he is curious about Mr. Lin himself.
He called to his father, and the two of them huddled together, looking at the photos of Boss Lin's plating and the food that people were posting online.
"Look how lucky we are to have met him. So many people are looking for Boss Lin online, but they can't find him. We just happened to be able to eat with him."
"Hehe, do you think I should post the photos online and let them all be envious?"
"Although we can't afford a 3,000 yuan steak, we have a much more cost-effective 10 yuan tea egg!"
Wang Fugui couldn't understand it, but he thought this young man's business was really good. There was such a long queue, and even when he stopped setting up his stall, there was still a group of people following behind looking for him.
That's really impressive.
Wang Ziming finally couldn't resist the scene of being envied by Boss Lin's diners all over the internet, and posted a photo of himself with Lin Zhou on his social media account, as well as a picture of a bag of tea eggs.
To attract the attention of Mr. Lin's customers, he also brought up several topics related to Mr. Lin.
Then came the exciting wait.
You can imagine how envious those people must be.
Hehe, just thinking about it makes me feel so good!
......
It's already Thursday.
Whether they were local diners or longtime customers from Jiangdong, they had searched everywhere they could think of, but they couldn't find Mr. Lin anywhere.
Therefore, most people focus their energy online, looking for unusual street vendor locations and news about particularly delicious food shared by others.
Based on the regular customers' understanding of Mr. Lin.
Mr. Lin's stall locations are usually not very normal.
Otherwise, with such superb culinary skills, everything he makes tastes delicious, and if an ordinary person tried to imitate him, they definitely wouldn't have any business.
If you search in these two directions, you might find some useful information.
Shortly after Wang Ziming's photo was posted, it was discovered by netizens.
The hype surrounding suona-themed Western food hasn't completely died down, and imitations are popping up everywhere. Netizens are eager to see just how skilled Mr. Lin, the stall owner who's been followed by so many people, really is.
If I can't afford a steak that costs 3,000 yuan, can I really not afford a tea egg that costs 10 yuan?
"Holy crap, is this for real? Is this really Boss Lin?"
"I almost don't recognize Boss Lin without a mask. Can someone Photoshop a mask onto him? Let me see if he looks like him."
"Where am I? Good grief, this guy's really cunning, he didn't add any seats!"
"Blogger, could you please give me your address? I've fallen in love with you at first sight and would like to send you some local specialties."
"Ten yuan for a tea egg, that seems like something Mr. Lin would do. So where are the tea eggs? What's the address?"
"......"
After being discovered by netizens, the number of reposts, likes, and comments on this picture and video has been soaring.
Wang Ziming took his father home, then carried some fresh vegetables back to the city by bus.
He took out his phone in the car and saw a sea of red backstage posts; his eyes narrowed in surprise.
Goodness, Mr. Lin's fans have already gotten here so quickly?
Before receiving a reply from Wang Ziming, anxious netizens had already clicked on his homepage and started looking for clues through the videos he had previously posted.
Wang Ziming's account is where he posts everyday videos and videos promoting his store.
Soon, netizens found clues in a video he shared of taking his daughter to school.
"Linshui Primary School?"
"It seems like the blogger lives in a rather unpretentious place, like a town. How many elementary schools in the whole country are located near water?"
"Look for it, guys! We've even taken pictures of the elementary school gate, still can't find it?"
"Why aren't those amazing people who can find someone's location online just from a photo taking action?"
“Many primary schools are named after the place they are located in, so we can look for them in that direction.”
Wang Ziming was shocked to see how crazy netizens were, having gone through all of his more than two hundred videos from the past few years.
He quickly filmed another video, pointing it at himself and the shuttle bus, and posted it online to explain, so that netizens wouldn't immediately dig up dirt on his family.
He even brought his own seat.
"Dear fans of Mr. Lin, please stop looking for the location. It was my oversight. I didn't explain clearly that Mr. Lin is in Linshui Town. I bought Mr. Lin's tea eggs on a rural bus."
By this time, the well-informed regular diners had already found Wang Ziming's Douyin account.
Everyone was incredibly excited when they saw his new video.
"Ahhh, I was right not to give up! Boss Lin's stall location for this week has been shared!"
"Blogger, you're such a kind person!"
"My God, I can't believe I'm actually seeing Mr. Lin's customers voluntarily sharing their seats in my lifetime. Am I still dreaming?"
"Really? This news came so suddenly, I can't believe it."
"Any experts who have gone to Linshui Town ahead of me? I live too far away and I'm afraid I'll make a wasted trip."
"I'm a little suspicious that it's fake. Which fan would be willing to expose Boss Lin's location? Is this photo photoshopped?"
The comments section was flooded with all sorts of opinions.
The regular customers at Mr. Lin's steamed bun stall were also discussing this suddenly revealed news.
“I’ve had the technicians verify it, and the photo isn’t photoshopped, so it’s very likely real. I can’t leave here, so I’ve already sent someone to Linshui Town. You can either wait for my confirmation before setting off, or whatever you prefer.”
Fang Jun, as the group admin, is quick to act.
Less than an hour after the news broke, his men were already on their way to Linshui Town.
Gao Jiazhi, who had already driven his car to Linshui Town with his eldest child, remained silent.
......
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