Jiang Yang was originally cooking fried rice, his attention completely focused on the ingredients.
But when I looked at the live broadcast room again, I found that the number of people had skyrocketed to 50,000+, and the number of orders in the window background had soared to 1,000+.
"hiss......!
What is going on?
Are you going to let people live?"
He couldn't help but gasp.
He was making fried rice here by himself. Even if he used full speed, the fastest he could make was 15 servings of fried rice in 7 minutes.
1027 servings of fried rice. Even if we round it up, he still has to fry the rice for 8 hours straight without taking a break!
Unless it is a robot, it is impossible for one person to complete this huge order.
Jiang Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead and explained helplessly in the live broadcast room:
“Everyone is so enthusiastic!
I know that the fried rice I make is delicious, everyone loves it, and many people are waiting to eat my fried rice.
But there are too many orders now, and I can’t finish them all by myself.
I believe that many people have already found that their order number has been queued for more than a thousand times, right? "
"Diners behind, don't wait, there's no need!
Even if you wait until tomorrow, you won’t be able to eat it.
There are too many people placing orders, so there is nothing we can do. I hope everyone can understand and be considerate. "
All the diners who had placed orders were watching Jiang Yang making fried rice in the live broadcast room.
When some people heard that they couldn’t eat fried rice, they immediately canceled their orders and completed the refund.
But there are also many people who enjoy doing this. They won’t cancel the orders. So what if they just wait in line?
They like to watch Jiang Yang’s live broadcast of making fried rice. Even if they can’t eat it, they can satisfy their cravings by watching the live broadcast while munching on bread and biscuits!
Many people who weren't present at the event were just watching the fun and followed suit, placing orders for fried rice through the window. Jiang Yang couldn't finish cooking it all, so it was okay for them to just place an order for fun, right?
Jiang Yang just felt it was outrageous. His persuasion in the live broadcast room not only had no effect, but did not reduce the number of orders. Instead, it increased.
1100, 1200,...2400, 3000. After only 5 minutes, the order volume exceeded 3000.
"Come on, come on! I can't finish all the frying anyway, so I'll sell as many as I can."
With the squeaking sound of the spatula in the iron pan, another round of fried rice came out of the pan.
After he finished packing the fried rice, he used the electronic loudspeaker to remind people again.
"Order No. 06, Order No. 09, and Order No. 10 each have one serving of spicy pork fried rice.
Order No. 07 and Order No. 08, 3 servings of fried rice each.
Two servings of fried rice each for No. 11, No. 12, and No. 13. Customers with the above order numbers please come and pick up your food."
You can't be too busy to keep up, and you can't finish the work.
He now really wishes he could create 10 clones to help him cook at the same time.
After picking up the food, he turned back to his work.
......
"Zhang Feng, let's go over there and see what's going on?"
"Uh-huh, okay, Principal."
Zhang Feng looked delighted. He felt honored to invite the principal to conduct research in his hometown.
As the president of the Student Union of Shanghai University of Science and Technology, he has won many honors. This time, he has won a new entrepreneurial model to build a smart rural project in his hometown.
As the founder of a startup project, if he can get the recognition and support of the principal, he can apply for at least 100,000 yuan in startup funds from the school.
Now he was heading to his hometown with the principal and the dean of studies, but unfortunately, they encountered a traffic jam and were stuck here.
Just as they got out of the car to see what was going on, they suddenly found an RV surrounded by a crowd of people.
Since the principal asked them to go and take a look together, he readily agreed.
The three people just arrived in front of the RV. From the conversation of the people around them, they learned that the owner of the RV was setting up a stall here to sell fried rice. A serving of fried rice cost 50 yuan, but it was super delicious and a great deal.
The principal immediately became interested and wanted to see how delicious the fried rice was.
In order to win the principal's favor, Zhang Feng politely said, "I'll order three servings of fried rice. Principal, please go back to the car and wait! It's cold outside."
Principal Li Zhen, who was in his fifties and had some silver hair, shook his head and said, "It's okay. I'm still strong and don't feel cold."
At this moment, Jiang Yang's voice came from the RV, and he stretched half of his body out of the window.
"Orders from 14 to 20, please come and pick up your food. Order quickly, there are many people waiting behind you."
Zhang Feng looked over when he heard the voice and his expression suddenly changed. Isn't this Jiang Yang?
In his impression, the other party was an arrogant and rude junior.
Once, he asked the freshmen to arrive at Activity Center before 8 o'clock in the evening to hold a meeting and hold an event, but the freshman named Jiang Yang ignored his expression and was the only one who did not attend the meeting.
He asked the other party why he didn't come to participate, and what made him angry was that the other party acted nonchalant and thought it was a waste of time and it would be better to play games in the dormitory.
Is that a waste of time? It's an opportunity for everyone to expand their interpersonal relationships and hone their communication skills.
What an arrogant, rude and short-sighted person he is. He will definitely not amount to anything.
Sure enough, he thought Jiang Yang was within his expectations.
Instead of being a good college student and studying hard to improve himself, he sets up a stall here and becomes obsessed with market jobs. He is simply destroying his future.
Zhang Feng showed disdain and greeted Jiang Yang.
"Hey, isn't this Junior Jiang Yang?
What's going on? Why are you setting up a street stall instead of going home during the holidays?
Is your family in trouble and you have to earn money on your own?
Or do you think you're not good enough academically and won't be able to find a good job in the future, so you plan to become a street vendor?!"
Li Zhen glanced at Jiang Yang in surprise, then asked the Dean:
"Is this student from our school?"
The headmaster, with a fat beer belly and a frown on his face, was reminiscing.
"I have some impression of this student. He seems to be a freshman in the School of Computer Science. He's quite a unique student."
Jiang Yang was standing by the RV window, busy handing fried rice to the diners.
He heard someone greeting him and asking something.
He glanced in the direction of the speaker's voice, and suddenly his eyebrows raised.
Who did you think it was?! He kept asking himself all sorts of questions.
It turned out to be the idiot student union president who was always busy with his own business and loved wasting other people's time.
He knew that less than a week after school started, the other party required all freshmen to participate in activities organized by the student union, but he did not go, which angered the other party.
During the morning and evening self-study sessions on weekdays, the student union members would keep a close eye on whether I had violated any rules, and they would deliberately find out my faults whether there was anything wrong or not.
Jiang Yang knew that he was being targeted by Zhang Feng.
I didn’t expect that university is really a small society. A student union president has actually learned to use his power to oppress others.
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