After the late-night dinner, Fang Jun was pulled by his business partners to the next event.
At this hour, the only place to have fun is a bar.
A group of people arrived at the bar street, and Fang Jun subconsciously glanced at the long row of roadside stalls a few more times.
Then he spotted Lin Zhou in the corner.
Fang Jun: !!!
Are you the owner of the steamed bun stall?
Right?
For a moment, Fang Jun wondered if he had drunk too much, because everyone looked like a steamed bun stall owner.
But he immediately told the driver to stop the car and go to find out what was going on.
"Mr. Fang, where are you going? Aren't you going to the bar?"
His subordinates in the car saw that he was about to get off before they even arrived at their destination and immediately asked him what was wrong.
"I'm a little dizzy, I'll get out of the car and walk over, you guys go first."
Fang Jun gave a perfunctory reply and headed straight for the fried chicken stall where Lin Zhou was.
The closer they got, the more certain Fang Jun became that this person was Lin Zhou.
"Mr. Lin?"
Fang Jun shouted impatiently when he was still a few steps away.
Lin Zhou looked up when he heard the sound and saw Fang Jun.
It looks so familiar!
This is the person who exposed his whereabouts last week!
Is this another coincidence?
Lin Zhou nodded, which could be considered a greeting.
"Holy crap, it really is Boss Lin!"
Fang Jun preferred to believe he had drunk too much rather than believe he could run into Lin Zhou anywhere he went.
Last week, I happened to pick up my little niece and ended up running into the steamed bun stall owner that everyone else was looking for all over town.
Today! He was just accompanying his business partner to a bar for a social event when he ran into Lin Zhou, who was setting up a stall.
On both occasions, Lin Zhou sold different foods.
This luck is unbelievable.
"I thought I was drunk and looked like you were setting up a stall, but it turns out it really is."
Fang Jun happily strode forward, his eyes lighting up as he looked at the fried chicken in the oil pan, drawn by the aroma.
Last week, his little niece loved the candied hawthorns. He doesn't like sweets, so he just tried them. But this week, he absolutely loves the fried chicken.
"Boss, I'd like ten original flavor chicken wings and ten crab roe flavor chicken drumsticks, and two servings of each of the fried chicken nuggets."
"Ten original recipe chicken drumsticks are 100 each, and ten original recipe chicken wings are 100 each, that's two hundred. Add ten crab roe flavored ones for four hundred each, that's six hundred."
"Two servings of original recipe chicken nuggets are 50, two servings of crab roe chicken nuggets are 100, that's 750 in total. You bought so much fried chicken?"
Lin Zhou wasn't good at math, so he even took out his calculator to do the math.
Then he looked at Fang Jun to confirm the order again.
“I came out with my friends. There are a lot of people, so we can finish the food. Let’s order three servings of crab roe fried chicken nuggets to make it 800.”
Fang Jun finished speaking and clicked to pay.
Gao Jiazhi, who was watching from the side, stared wide-eyed.
Wow, what a tycoon!
I bought 800 yuan worth of fried chicken in one go.
He's stingy even when feeding his dog chicken legs, but he doesn't hesitate to order food without batting an eye.
"Okay, we'll have to wait a bit."
"no problem."
Fang Jun looked at the fried chicken, his face beaming with joy.
He'll buy a lottery ticket tomorrow!
With such good luck, it would be a shame not to buy a lottery ticket.
While waiting, Fang Jun seemed to suddenly remember something, took out his phone, took a picture of Lin Zhou's stall, and then posted it to the 'Baozi Boss's Customer Group'.
It also includes location sharing.
The square-faced man said, "I ran into Boss Lin selling fried chicken at the entrance of Old Song Bar while I was at the bar. It smells amazing, so hurry up if you want some."
After sending the message, Fang Jun ignored the shock of the diners in the group and went straight up to Lin Zhou to get closer to him.
"Boss Lin, have you been selling fried chicken in front of Old Song Bar all week?"
Those who have figured out the pattern of Lin Zhou's stall preferences have already figured it out.
The diners have become smarter; whenever they find Lin Zhou, they must first ask him about setting up the stall.
Otherwise, if they can't find anyone, they'll be the ones crying.
"Yes, I'll be here until midnight this week."
This is not some secret that cannot be told.
If any diners ask, Lin Zhou will tell them.
But they wouldn't say a word about where they'd be setting up their stall next week.
Because even he himself doesn't know.
"That's great!"
Once Fang Jun received the accurate information, he took out his phone and quickly sent it to the group chat.
They're all young people, and there are plenty of them still awake past midnight.
Today is Tuesday, and regular customers have noticed that Lin Zhou is no longer selling candied hawthorns at the International Foreign Language School.
Everyone is speculating where Lin Zhou will set up his stall this week.
Before everyone could even come up with a plan, Fang Jun had already run into Lin Zhou.
Even late at night, many people responded to the news.
People who live nearby are already getting ready to go out for fried chicken.
For two consecutive weeks, Fang Jun was the first to discover Lin Zhou's location.
The regular customers in the group have already elected him as the group leader.
"I'm completely convinced that you're the group leader. Whether we can find Boss Lin in the future still depends on you."
"This humble monk sees that you, benefactor, have a connection with Boss Lin!"
Fate is a wonderful thing.
"Brother, from now on you're my older brother. No one else can be the group leader!"
Even the group admin himself made a statement, voluntarily giving up his position as group admin.
This shows how shocked everyone was that Fang Jun could so easily run into Lin Zhou.
"Selling fried chicken in front of the bar, Mr. Lin really knows how to set up a stall. Dude, anyone want to go buy some fried chicken and then go clubbing and drinking at the bar?"
"Fried chicken and beer, that's the perfect late-night snack!"
"......"
Fang Jun couldn't stop laughing as he watched the group chat message count quickly reach 99+.
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