Lin Zhou stared wide-eyed as he read the task, clicked "accept," and without a second's hesitation, fell asleep immediately, without even reading the task details.
The only reason I've managed to stay this long is because of my curiosity about the new task.
The task arrived, and I fell asleep instantly.
When he woke up, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.
Lin Zhou lay on the bed and opened the system to carefully review the tasks.
At first glance, they're selling fried chicken? That's right, he loves it.
The next second I saw the opening hours, my eyes widened and I instantly perked up.
"Holy crap, who's the kind person who sells fried chicken outside a bar in the middle of the night?"
The bar owner must have transferred money to the system.
After carefully reading the mission, Lin Zhou was dumbfounded, but since he had already accepted the mission, he could only roll up his sleeves and get to work.
This week's tasks were alright except for the time commitment; at least there was no set daily sales quota, which gave us more flexibility.
Thinking that he wouldn't be selling candied hawthorns for the new week, he wondered how his customers would react.
Lin Zhou opened Douyin (TikTok) to browse videos in the same city, and breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't see any videos of diners searching for him all over the street.
The trauma inflicted on him by the steamed bun customer last week was simply too great.
If this happened again, he would probably become famous throughout the whole city.
If I go out to set up a stall, I might get surrounded by onlookers.
Just thinking about that scene made him shake his head with lingering fear.
The scene was too beautiful for him to imagine.
He just wanted to set up a stall quietly and discreetly.
If every time you set up a stall, a huge crowd gathers around, then it's not a question of whether business is good or bad; it's a question of whether you can even do business at all.
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