Chapter 505 What to Clip
Everyone present was stunned.
Where on earth did this person come from? What kind of fantasy is she talking about?
Meat? Bones? From zombies?! Could that even be sold as a gimmick?
"Where is Mr. Bin? What did you do to him?"
No one knew where the voice came from, but it succeeded in causing an uproar at the scene.
"What happened to Mr. Bin?"
"Is he dead?"
"Pass it on. President Bin died today of unknown causes. The successor is undecided. Everyone can vie for the position!"
"Bullshit! I have Mr. Bin's suicide note, and it says that I will be the next city lord!"
The group of people simply ignored Xia Yan, and the fierce quarrel and the fight began in the blink of an eye.
In the chaos, many people took the opportunity to fish in troubled waters, sneaking onto the zombies' heads and prying out the crystal cores inside.
Ever since they discovered the hole in the city wall, the smart people have been waiting here, killing every zombie that comes in. The hole is so big and thick that it won't collapse at all, but the zombies' brains are crushed into tofu dregs and they line up to die.
This is much less dangerous than leaving the city.
So this is the ultimate reason why the hole has not been plugged.
"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!!"
The person who had been following behind Xia Yan's car and inhaled a mouthful of exhaust fumes hurried over. When he saw the internal fighting, he couldn't breathe and pulled this one and that one.
What if Mr. Bin finds out about this?
After not seeing him for the whole morning, he was labeled as dead and turned into bones.
At this moment, someone finally recognized him as someone close to Mr. Bin and pulled him over. "Tell me, did Mr. Bin leave a suicide note?!"
"I--"
"Your President Bin is still alive and well." Xia Yan spoke again. When everyone's attention was focused here, she waved the flyer and repeated the words about getting meatballs.
Jing Wenbin will die one day, and what is more important now is that she attracts customers.
"Is she telling the truth?"
The stalker nodded, then dropped a bombshell: "Boss Bin has already gone inside to eat."
“?!”
"As long as you bring enough crystal cores, you can order whatever you want from me. There's no limit on the amount of bones or rice, and you can even drink as much ice-cold beer as you want!"
The crystal core between Xia Yan's fingers flashed a rainbow light in the sunlight.
It is a level five crystal core.
She kicked the zombies at her feet that were clearly alive but unable to struggle, signaling to everyone that the crystal cores were right in front of them. If they could pry out one more, they would have more food to stuff into their stomachs.
This is absolutely free of cost!
Xia Yan switched to the surveillance footage on the second floor of the store, found the footage containing Jing Wenbin, used two fingers to expand it, and chose to project it onto the wall of the RV.
"There's no sound, so just make do with it. The picture is still very clear."
She stepped back.
Everyone knows about the surveillance records, but it is very novel to see them in the apocalypse, and the key point is that Jing Wenbin is in the picture.
The crowd gradually gathered, and the people in the last row stepped on the gravel, tiptoed, and raised their heads. Their eyes passed over the heads of the crowd and fell on Jing Wenbin and the dining table in front.
“What kind of dishes are they?”
"One plate of pig's head, one plate of pork elbow, one serving of three fresh delicacies, and two plates of dumplings."
"How do you see it so clearly?"
"Onai eat."
While everyone was talking, President Bin finally stopped talking and returned to his original purpose.
He picked up the chopsticks and stretched them out——
"Eat the pork elbow! You can tell it's cooked soft and tender, and it falls off the bone when you put it in your mouth. In one word, delicious!"
"No, it's pork head! It's fragrant and crispy, and it's definitely a great dish to go with wine!"
"Wrong, wrong. Nothing tastes better than dumplings. They have meat and noodles. I can make 40 of them."
The spectators were arguing so much that their faces turned red. They pressed their fingers against others' faces and leaned forward. Even though they knew Jing Wenbin couldn't hear them, they raised their voices to offer suggestions.
As if the food they picked up could go into their mouths.
Bang bang—tie!
Xia Yan held the gong in his left hand and the stick in his right hand, and hit it three times with a deafening sound of "DuangDuang".
"Everyone, it's betting time! Which dish will Mr. Bin choose? The four dishes correspond to the four options ABCD. The minimum bet is four crystal cores, and there's no upper limit.
In addition, the biggest winner will receive a braised fish provided by the resort hotel! You can take it away or eat in! "
She prepared the props with swift movements and waved her hand to signal everyone to come and place their bets.
"Which one will you pick up in the end: the delicious braised pork elbow, the crispy and smooth pork head, the fresh stir-fried vegetables, or the dumplings that taste like memories?
"You don't need to gamble your life, nor your future. All you need are four tiny crystal cores! They'll become a ton of them, enough for you to eat delicious food in a restaurant, eat a pork shoulder and throw it away! It doesn't matter if you lose, the zombies outside are your cash machines!
"Hesitation will lead to failure, decisiveness will lead to failure! Come on, everyone line up in order, right, throw it in like this."
The Ren and Du meridians were opened, and everyone said they had never been so clear-headed!
There is absolutely nothing wrong with it, and there is no cost at all. There are only four zombies, and you can kill seven or eight of them with one swing of the hammer.
Vote! Vote now! Vote now!
Investing less means you don’t trust your own abilities!
At worst, we can just plug the hole later!
Ding ding, bang bang, dang dang dang.
This is the echo of wealth.
Xia Yan's eyes curved with joy as he swiped the registration information on the notebook.
The surveillance screen on the car wall lit up with a white triangle pointing to the right, and zoomed in to a close-up of Jing Wenbin reaching out with chopsticks to pick up something.
What on earth will he pick up?!
After placing their bets, the men were reluctant to leave and stared at the screen with wide eyes.
Xia Yan waited until the last person had voted and then sealed the lid.
"Boss Bin's final choice is—"
The surveillance footage played normally, and Jing Wenbin was seen holding out his chopsticks and firmly picking up the potatoes with three fresh vegetables.
"Fuck! You're just eating some chicken-feather potatoes!"
"I was tossing between pork elbow and dumplings, and you ended up with a bean?!"
"Every day it's either potato strips or shredded potatoes, mashed potatoes or potato soup. Jing Wenbin, you must have died of suffocation from potatoes on your face in your past life? You're going to eat them all in this life, for generations to come!"
There was a wailing sound at the scene, except for the five people who took the unusual route and chose the three fresh dishes, cheering and kneeling on the ground, shouting loudly.
"I knew it! I knew it!"
"Mr. Bin loves potatoes the most in his life. He even sleeps with a potato pillow!"
A goat-faced man with a handlebar mustache twirled his beard and concluded, "So this is a high-level game, a competition of who knows Mr. Bin better. We were careless."
"Congratulations to the final winner. You can choose any of the remaining three boxes, and all the crystal cores inside will be yours. In addition, there are five braised fish redemption coupons provided by our store. Please keep them~"
While they were waiting for them to fiddle with the boxes without any clues, Xia Yan took out four new boxes with a smile and said to the unwilling crowd:
"Please think carefully this time. What dish will Mr. Bin pick up with his second chopstick?"
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