Within fifteen minutes of posting the update, the number of comments had already exceeded one hundred. Xu An quickly posted a message that the event had ended, then compiled the usernames and QQ numbers of the top sixty-six participants into a document and posted a new update.
'The event is full, registration is now closed! The following are the 66 people who have qualified to participate. Xu's Fast Food Restaurant will be there Saturday evening at 9 PM to welcome you with a feast of braised dishes and refreshing drinks. See you there!'
As soon as this post was published, numerous emojis of people being blown to bits by a bomb appeared in the comments. And as time went on, the number of comments on this post grew exponentially, eventually becoming the most-commented post in the history of Xu's Fast Food Restaurant's operations, bar none.
"Boss, that's really unfair! Shouldn't you give us a few days to warm up beforehand so we can all prepare and compete for a spot? You only let it run for a mere fifteen minutes from the announcement to the end—that's outrageous! Who's the event planner in your store? Fire him, I'll work for you!"
Hmm. Making me fire myself, this kid really has guts.
Xu An thought for a moment and replied, "I've already fired him, and my desk is ready. All that's missing is you."
However, this comment did give Xu An an idea. Once the commercial was filmed and the broadcast time was confirmed, he could start generating buzz on his WeChat Moments a few days in advance. He had only thought about relying on external promotion, forgetting that his old customers on QQ were also a valuable asset!
The subsequent comments were largely similar, all complaining that the time allotted for recruiting participants for this event was too short. Xu An even saw one person lamenting that they were too focused on their work and forgot to slack off, causing them to miss the event.
The customers at Xu's Fast Food Restaurant all know how to take advantage of capitalism. Money earned through hard work is considered right, while money earned by slacking off is considered real money!
I interacted with everyone in the comments section, then looked up at the clock in the store. It was already 2:25 PM, almost closing time for Xu's Fast Food Restaurant. At this time, Haishi Bank should have already started its afternoon services.
After packing all the materials Zhou Yaodong requested into his bag and verifying that everything was in order, Xu An set off on his bicycle. The outdoor temperature and the intensity of the sun at around 2 PM were much higher than at around 10 AM. Just two minutes after stepping outside, Xu An looked as if he had been pulled out of the water.
Or, once I get my driver's license, should I buy a cheap car for commuting? Right now, when I frequently go out to run errands, I always take the bus, a taxi, or a bicycle, which sounds so unrefined.
However, after considering the upcoming expenses, Xu An quickly dismissed the idea. The village's collective industry, 'tidal flat aquaculture,' had a shortfall of at least 300,000 yuan; the braised food shop had already used up more than 20,000 yuan; some money needed to be set aside for the greenhouses; and if he found suitable shops or residences for sale on Zijing Road and Qianjin Street, he wanted to buy them; and if the braised food shop did well, he planned to set up transit points in Changchun Teng Academy and Xiuli Jiayuan.
Even if we could get the 1.2 million yuan loan that Zhou Yaodong mentioned, it still wouldn't be enough! Forget it, let's wait a bit longer!
Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from behind me. Turning my head, I saw a sprightly old man holding the handlebars of an electric tricycle with both hands, twisting the throttle to the maximum. The wind howled, and his long hair, which he used to shield his bald spot, danced freely in the wind, making him look extremely dashing.
Watching the tricycle disappear into the distance, Xu An belatedly realized what had happened. Why had he been so miserable riding a bicycle? There were two electric tricycles parked in the shop! They even had canopies on the front, protecting them from rain and sun!
Shanghai Bank.
Since visiting Xu An, Zhou Yaodong was 80% certain that Xu An would apply for a loan at Haishi Bank, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly. From the moment Xu An asked what documents to prepare, Zhou Yaodong became restless, frequently running to the bank entrance to observe pedestrians, fearing that a colleague might snatch away this deal that could have been worth three or four months' worth of revenue.
Everything went smoothly, and on his sixth trip outside the bank to check on the pedestrians, he saw Xu An pedaling his bicycle with great effort, his face flushed and sweat pouring down his face. Seeing Xu An's disheveled appearance, Zhou Yaodong couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
No wonder he's a big boss! He uses green transportation, is environmentally friendly, and can also exercise. He's a great role model for me to learn from!
After a brief moment of reflection, Zhou Yaodong quickly went to greet Xu An, ushering him inside and leading him directly to a VIP room. He took out chilled drinks from the freezer and placed them one by one in front of Xu An for him to choose from.
Hot and thirsty, Xu An naturally didn't stand on ceremony. After a brief thank you, he picked up a bottle of ice-cold mineral water and gulped down half of it. Then, he picked up a sugary drink and downed it in one go, finally dispelling the heat from his body.
The subsequent processing was very simple: just endlessly reviewing documents, signing, stamping, watching Zhou Yaodong organize the documents, signing again, and stamping again. After signing his name fifty or sixty times in a row, Xu An became somewhat numb. It felt like he was back in elementary school, being punished by the teacher for not writing his name correctly and having to copy it fifty times.
After finally signing all the documents, Zhou Yaodong left the room with them. Xu An, his right hand stiff from writing his name too many times, stood up and observed the layout of the VP room.
The room was simply furnished, even somewhat rudimentary. White walls, gray bricks, a sofa and coffee table, a painting on the wall, and a freezer in the corner—that was all there was. It was better than the lobby in that there was no queue, and the space was more private, so you didn't have to worry about others hearing what you were doing.
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