But you still have to slack off when it's time to slack off.
For example, right now.
He even lost his job packing food for customers; it's truly speechless!
Sometimes, overly enthusiastic diners aren't a good thing.
Lin Zhou silently withdrew his hand from the bag and gave a resentful look to the diners who were working quickly.
Working is one thing, but if you don't have time to slack off, it's hard to lose weight.
"Boss Lin, I'm so happy, you're the real hero!"
"Absolutely! With this skill, one can benefit the masses—a modern-day Lei Feng!"
"No, no, no, that's an exaggeration, an exaggeration. If you keep praising me like that, I'll become a god."
As they exaggerate more and more, Lin Zhou quickly interrupts them.
This is so embarrassing, so incredibly embarrassing!
Praise him behind his back, praise him to his face, who can resist that!
Lin Zhou felt his ears getting hot.
Looks like he's not thick-skinned enough!
"Boss Lin, you are my god!"
With that angry roar from the diner, Lin Zhou was so ashamed that he dug his toes into the ground.
He silently pulled his mask up a little.
I wish I could wear a hat and hide myself.
This week has been incredibly popular.
Looking at the large number of diners, Lin Zhou thought about whether he should just use up all the time he had to complete the mission today, and then take a break to cool down.
Otherwise, so many people would have attracted the traffic police and almost blocked the road.
He might even be kicked out and not allowed to set up his stall anymore.
Seeing that the number of customers had not decreased at all after selling for half a day, Lin Zhou made up his mind to have the housekeeper continue to send ingredients.
He finished his tasks for the day and was packing up.
......
The diners in front of us didn't know.
The customers who followed saw that the line stretched past midnight, and Mr. Lin still hadn't packed up.
I couldn't help but ask one more question.
Then I heard the terrible news.
"What? Mr. Lin, you're taking a break after you finish selling today?"
The diner, who thought he had struck gold, was suddenly left holding his fried skewers, unsure whether to be happy or unhappy.
Their expressions were somewhat distorted.
"No, Mr. Lin, I haven't had enough to eat yet."
"That's right, Mr. Lin. No wonder I was so lucky today. I was still able to buy something even after queuing until after 12 o'clock. Turns out this was waiting for me."
Lin Zhou: "The longer we set up our stall here, the more people there will be, which is already affecting traffic. See you next week."
"Where will you be setting up your stall next week?"
"I don't know, we'll talk about it next week."
Diner: ......
What's the difference between saying that and not saying anything at all?
After Lin Zhou packed up and left, everyone who needed to know knew.
The diners, who were initially happy to have bought fried skewers, suddenly lost their smiles.
"I told you that too many people shouldn't know. If too many people know, Boss Lin will close up shop early to avoid the hype. That's what happened the week with the braised pork rolls."
"Brothers, if we have something good, why can't we keep it to ourselves? We have to let everyone know. Now look what's happened, we won't get any to eat."
"The person upstairs is hilarious. If it weren't for that girl from the nursing home sending out the reservations to Boss Lin this week, would so many people have been able to eat here?"
"Exactly, that's how you got to eat it, and then you smash the bowl and won't let anyone else have it, right?"
"It's all that marketing account's fault. Somehow a food blogger infiltrated the diners, took pictures of Boss Lin's stall and posted them online, making more people aware of it. Many of us regular diners haven't been able to eat there yet."
"Hey, what's there to argue about? Boss Lin's cooking is so good, the more people eat it, the more people will know about it, and it can't be kept a secret forever."
"Besides, Boss Lin changes locations every week to set up his stall, which means there will be even more people in different places. There's no point in you arguing like this."
With more fans, all sorts of opinions arise.
Lin Zhou rarely pays attention to news online.
After completing this week's tasks, I'll completely relax at home and become a couch potato.
They lie in bed for hours at a time, rarely turning over.
The reward for this mission was a farm, and Lin Zhou directly called Huang Zhenghao and asked him to take over and manage it.
Huang Zhenghao is a professional in this area.
Huang Zhenghao's team was acquired after managing Lin Zhou's properties.
Lin Zhou has a system in place, so he's a complete slacker.
Only after the new week and the new tasks were refreshed did he perk up and carefully examine them.
[This week's task: Sell a total of 500 roast ducks. Task location: Entrance of Guangda Duck Farm, Koucheng.]
(Note: There is no time limit for the task.)
[Recipe: Secret Recipe for Roast Duck]
[Accept/Reject]
If his understanding is correct, a farm should be a place where ducks are raised. Selling roast duck at the entrance of a farm is like being a living devil!
Lin Zhou's gaze towards the system interface turned strange.
How cruel!
Hehe, he likes it.
He loves roast duck.
However, the mission location has shifted to Koucheng again.
The hype around Jiangdong is too high, so setting up a stall in a different location can help cool things down.
There are too many people, which is actually not good for him to set up a stall. It will attract urban management officers, traffic police and other personnel, which will cause a lot of trouble.
Lin Zhou didn't really want to live in Ziyuan Building, so he took out his phone and sent a message to Huang Zhenghao.
Have someone buy him a house in Koucheng.
Huang Zhenghao received the message and replied instantly, immediately instructing his assistant to begin making arrangements.
Within an hour, several villa floor plan information was sent to Lin Zhou's mobile phone.
Lin Zhou picked and chose the largest one in the kitchen, and then sent it to Huang Zhenghao.
Lin Zhou doesn't need to worry about what happens next.
We moved in the next day with just our bags.
The villa is fully equipped with all necessary facilities and staff.
After settling in, Lin Zhou drove his tricycle to the mission's breeding farm to buy ducks.
The farm owner enthusiastically introduced the four-line force-fed ducks from their farm to Lin Zhou, a customer who bought 500 ducks at once.
"Our four-lineage ducks are carefully fed during the breeding process. They are not only fed a lot of grains, but also have a lot of trace elements added. They have a very fresh and fragrant taste, making them a good ingredient for roast duck."
Lin Zhou knew the quality of the ingredients. Looking into the farm owner's sincere eyes, he asked, "Boss, is it okay to set up a stall in front of the farm?"
His words completely baffled the farm owner.
"What?"
"Yes, can I set up a stall to sell roast ducks in front of your farm?"
Farm owner: ???
"That's fine, but the space in front isn't mine. Besides, this isn't the city center, so there probably won't be many customers if I set up a stall here."
The farm owner looked at Lin Zhou with a strange expression.
I really don't understand what this person is thinking.
Why would someone want to set up a stall in front of his farm?
Could it be that they want people to know that all the ducks used for roast duck are bought from him?
Lin Zhou was unaware of the farm owner's confusion.
Feeling relieved that he had solved a major problem, Lin Zhou said easily, "First, kill a hundred ducks. The rest can be raised for now. Kill a hundred ducks a day."
"Okay...okay."
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