Chapter 1
Zhou Yuan said that playing with the boss and leader was like living with a tiger, but since she didn't have to work overtime at night and had no other entertainment activities, she simply stayed in the store to chat with Jiang Qi and Jiang Wanwan, and complained about how bad her boss's card skills were.
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"I think our boss just doesn't know how to play Texas Hold'em. When the DM explained the rules, I saw a hint of confusion in his eyes. I felt that he didn't understand the rules at all. Our boss pretended not to explain. After the cards were dealt, he just sat there and did nothing. He just lost round after round."
Since the rules of Texas Hold'em are much more complicated than those of ordinary Landlords, Huang Fugui would ask the players present whether they have played Texas Hold'em before starting the game, and then briefly explain the rules again. If someone is a complete novice and has never played it, Huang Fugui generally will not start the game.
"Why don't you say it out loud if you don't understand?" Jiang Wanwan expressed her incomprehension.
Zhou Yuan glanced at the sausages on the sausage grill and found that they were not fully grilled. She shook her head and said, "You don't have a job yet, so you don't understand. I think this should be an old joke. Think about it, there are a whole table of people, all of us are employees, and he is the only boss. The employees all know how to play and have no objections. Wouldn't it be awkward for the boss to say that he doesn't know how to play Texas Hold'em?"
Jiang Wanwan thought about it and felt that it made some sense, but something was not quite right.
Jiang Qi knew that Zhou Yuan was waiting for grilled sausages, so after he made the milk tea ordered by the customers at the barbecue restaurant at the end of the alley and delivered it to them, he saw that the sausages were almost done, so he skewered one for Zhou Yuan.
When Zhou Yuan saw Jiang Qi skewering sausages, she stood up from the sofa and ran to the sausage machine.
"Give me one, too."
Scan the QR code and pay in one go.
Jiang Qi handed the grilled sausage to Zhou Yuan.
The sausage is roasted till crispy and sizzling with oil, and it is so delicious that it can burn you to death when you take a bite.
"Boss Jiang, I'm leaving first. See you next Wednesday if all goes well." Zhou Yuan left with the grilled sausages.
At this moment, Qin Can, who was washing dishes upstairs, came down with 10 bowls. As he walked downstairs, he asked, "Aren't there 9 people playing this afternoon? Why are there 10 bowls?"
"Zhou Yuan ate two bowls of noodles." Jiang Qi said, turning to ask Huang Fugui who was drinking milk tea and reading a book, "Uncle Huang, how did you finally get Zhou Yuan to eat two bowls of noodles?"
Jiang Qi remembered that Zhou Yuan came down with Fang Jing and the others, so she should not have the chance to secretly eat another bowl of noodles.
"Zhou Yuan is the MVP. After the show was over, I directly gave her an extra bowl of noodles and told her that the MVP could have an extra bowl." Huang Fugui said.
Under normal circumstances, MVP only issues coupons, but Huang Fugui found a good excuse.
Jiang Wanwan fell into deep thought.
"Zhou Yuan's boss has a very good temper." Jiang Wanwan sighed.
"Not only did Zhou Yuan eat two bowls of noodles in front of him, she also won the MVP of the game and beat him to death when playing cards. Their boss even paid for Zhou Yuan."
Everyone who reacted: …
"It must be Zhou Yuan who is stubborn." Jiang Qi said silently, opened his phone and was about to check his Moments, when he found that Fang Jing had posted something.
…
A string of ellipsis was sent.
Jiang Qi:?
What does this mean?
It was only 9:04 p.m., and Fang Jing should be working on a story in the JC Detective Museum or the Mystery Interpretation Society. While working on a story, he sent a string of ellipsis to his friends. It seemed that Mr. Fang's work tonight was not going very well.
Jiang Qi refreshed the page again and found that Fang Jing’s circle of friends was gone.
Maybe it was sent to the wrong number.
Jiang Qi looked at WeChat for a while and found that Jiang Wanwan was so idle that she started logging in and switching between her 9 small accounts. She was shouting in the game group whether there was anyone there tomorrow, wanting to play the mystery book/fun book/the legendary noodle-eating book.
Then some wild guests were really lured out and expressed their desire to play the emotional and horror books.
The customer service number of Liu Lan, who was theoretically opening a book upstairs, appeared instantly and strongly recommended "Mask Club" and "Time Cinema".
Just when Jiang Qi was thinking about whether he should switch to his trumpet to come over and show his support, Qin Can had already switched to his trumpet and came on stage.
For a while, the group was extremely lively, like a large-scale online fraud scene.
Jiang Wanwan was still sharing her experience with Qin Can: "Don't send emoticons. Sending emoticons will easily reveal who you are. Just pretend to be a stranger and say that you are free tomorrow and want to see if anyone has an appointment this afternoon."
"You can also post something in the group chat to complain about having to work overtime today or the traffic jam on the way home from get off work, just like a real person."
"And Chan, I think you should register a few more accounts. Using a single account to talk in the group all the time makes you look like a shill. Register a few like I did, and switch between them so you won't be easily discovered."
Qin Can said he learned something.
Jiang Qi also said that he had learned something and started to register several small accounts to act as a proxy.
"Hey, whose smurfs are these Nuannuan Juejuezi and Huhu? I discovered it a couple of days ago. Whenever I talk, these two accounts are the first to jump out and agree with me. It's so fake."
Jiang Qi and Qin Can quickly shook their heads.
"Could it be Lanlan's trumpet?" Qin Can guessed.
"I don't know." Jiang Wanwan frowned and continued to change numbers.
There were only two cars of customers in the evening, Liu Lan had a show, and Old John had a car of mystery books that had been reserved long ago. Seeing that everyone was so idle, Jiang Qi asked the others to go back first and he stayed in the store to look after the store.
"Great! I got off work early today. I'm going home to earn some points!" Qin Can happily packed up and went home, completely forgetting that he theoretically had four days off per month. "Goodbye, boss!"
Jiang Qi saw some customers in the group complaining about why there were no horror books in the store. They really wanted to play with horror books, so he started thinking about whether he should buy some cheap second-hand boxed horror books.
After running a script-killing shop for so long, Jiang Qi studied the competition information of other shops and found that the most profitable ones are still emotional and horror scripts.
Girls play these two types of games more often, especially horror games. Horror games are not limited to any gender and are not difficult to play. You just need to create a scary atmosphere in the room and get a few people to act like ghosts and scare people.
Since the store's business has exploded last week, more and more customers have been calling Liu Lan's customer service number to ask if they have horror books. The store has also lost some customers due to the lack of horror books.
But if you want to buy a batch of horror books, another problem arises.
There is no horror room in the store.
Horror books are very dependent on decoration and atmosphere. Jiang Bing, as a willful shop owner who has been losing money for 30 years and has been doing whatever she wants, did not consider opening a horror book when she was decorating the script-killing shop. (Mainly because she is afraid of ghosts)
If Jiang Qi wants to buy a horror book, he will have to convert a room upstairs into a horror room and redecorate it.
Jiang Qi was only responsible for taking over the business, not for decoration, and knew nothing about store decoration. He had no idea how much time and money it would take to renovate a room.
After much thought, Jiang Qi decided to call Jiang Bing and ask for his sister's opinion.
Jiang Bing’s head phone calls were basically answered within seconds.
"Hey, what's up bro?"
"Sister, I want to ask for your advice. I want to buy some horror books and renovate a room on the second floor to make it into a horror room. What do you think?"
Jiang Bing on the other end of the phone sat up straight immediately: "You want to buy a horror book?"
Jiang Bian hesitated for a moment and said, "It's okay actually. I haven't decorated the small modern room on the second floor. I haven't even put up wallpaper. It's just a white wall. That's why I call it a modern room."
"If you want to make a horror room, you can change the tables and chairs, add some small decorations, and save a few thousand dollars. I have a classmate who is now doing interior design. I asked him to help me draw a picture, and I will modify it. It shouldn't cost much." Jiang Bing supported Jiang Qi's idea, "Do you have enough money? How is the business of the store recently?"
Jiang Qi proudly reported last week's sales.
Jiang Bing on the other end of the phone fell silent.
"Sis, are you still there? Can you hear me? Are you offline?"
"Still there." Jiang Bing's voice was filled with confusion and sadness, "I just didn't expect... that you have such a talent for opening a store."
"Aren't you in the group? The appointment information is sent out every day, you should be able to make a rough estimate."
"I thought the original information was all fake. You deliberately sent out false information to make customers think that our store is doing good business and come to make an appointment. I was still thinking in my heart that your marketing method is really good, saving money and easy to use. How could I know that it was all true!" Jiang Bing didn't expect that he was too narrow-minded.
"I noticed that Wanwan's smurf account was the first to speak in the group every day. I thought she had nothing to do, so she created a dozen smurf accounts to entertain herself in the group."
"I even created two fake accounts to agree with her in the group to save her from embarrassment. How could I know that the other people were real people?"
Jiang Qi: ...
So those two numbers belong to you.
Sister, you are really worthy of being me.
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