Chapter 74: Eating Watermelon at the Food Court (2)
After visiting several shops and looking at many stalls, Mo Qianhe began to realize that this copy might have "special care" for Liu Tang and himself.
As if to prevent him from finding Liu Tang based on his appearance, all the NPCs in this copy look like headless robots, with various foods projected on their heads as heads.
That's really too abstract.
Then the reason why Liu Tang's inner voice could not be heard as soon as he entered the dungeon was found. It should be the dungeon rules.
Mo Qianhe understood that if he wanted to find Liu Tang among these robots, appearance was no longer reliable, so he could only rely on his own understanding of Liu Tang.
When he stood outside the bun shop and heard the boss recounting the faults of Zhou Youwei and Feng Xiansu, the feeling was too similar to Liu Tang's reaction when he read the good and evil values of others, and he soon became 80% sure that the other person was Liu Tang.
So he asked that question just now.
Mo Qianhe was looking forward to the other party's answer. As long as the other party called him "Boss Mo", he would be completely sure.
However, the robot with the bun head did not answer him directly.
It simply tilted its head and said in a mechanical voice, "Sir, are you here to apply for a job?"
Liu Tang could no longer risk revealing his identity to Mo Qianhe. Once he was judged to have violated the rules, he would be immediately expelled from the copy.
Are you kidding? He spent exploration points to get in, so he can't go back empty-handed!
All Liu Tang could do was disguise himself as an ordinary NPC and let Mo Qianhe make his own judgment.
However, at this time, not denying Mo Qianhe's guess is also affirmation to a certain extent.
However, Mo Qianhe did not realize this.
Seeing that the bun-headed robot in front of him did not respond to his words, he turned around and wanted to leave.
He subconsciously thought that if it was Xiao Xianyu, he would be eager to recognize him, right?
"I think this handsome guy has a good appearance and is very suitable to be the face of our store. Don't you really want to consider coming for an interview?" Liu Tang couldn't let the other party get away like this, so he quickly spoke up to stop him.
For this purpose, he even walked out of the kitchen area and came to the dining area.
Mo Qianhe turned to look at the robot and said indifferently: "No, thank you."
Then he left without mercy.
Liu Tang was so angry that he jumped up and down: "I praised him for being handsome, but he still looked dissatisfied! Is he dreaming of flying to heaven?"
Then Liu Tang thought again, in the recovered memory fragments, there were countless people praising Mo Qianhe for being "handsome", he was tired of hearing it a long time ago and rarely paid attention to them, so his current behavior was normal.
What's more, in the other party's eyes, I am just an NPC with bad intentions, so it is reasonable for the other party to be on guard.
Zhou Youwei and Feng Xiansu, the father and daughter, walked in the square with different expressions. Feng Xiansu seemed to be worried, while Zhou Youwei looked dissatisfied: "Who the hell is he? A piece of iron lump without even a head, and he looks down on us?!
"If I can't stay here, I'll find another place that will. Don't worry, Susu. There are so many shops here. We can find a part-time job anyway."
"Would you like some stinky tofu, my dear guests?" a rather sharp voice came over.
Although the sound was not loud, it was really harsh. It stood out among the noise and attracted the attention of the father and daughter.
It was a tall and thin robot wearing slightly old clothes. On its head was a piece of black fried stinky tofu sprinkled with some red chili flakes.
There is a snack stand in front of the robot. The oil has not been heated yet and the tofu has not been put into the pot yet.
Feng Xiansu just took a glance and turned her head away in disgust, continuing to worry about finding a job.
If every shop owner in the future is like the owner of the bun shop, holding on to their past deeds, then their situation will be very passive.
Zhou Youwei took a few more glances at the stinky tofu stall, and when he saw there was no recruitment notice posted there, he knew he couldn't find a job there.
He walked over and tentatively asked the tall, thin robot, "Boss, can we buy stinky tofu on credit?"
The robot boss waved his hand. Although his expression was unreadable, a smile was evident in his tone. "It's a small business, no credit. But if you want to earn some money to eat, I have a job for you."
Zhou Youwei pulled his daughter, who was still thinking hard, over and said proudly, "Look, the job is here."
The robot gestured for the two to come closer. Feng Xiansu put her long hair behind her back to avoid being stained by the smell of stinky tofu, and then reluctantly moved closer.
The robot said, "I can't tell you the details of my errand right now, but every time you accomplish something, I'll give you 100 Food Coins, with no upper limit."
At this time, Liu Tang's store welcomed the third group of players.
One was Ji Zehan, the head of Wantong Pavilion, whom Liu Tang wanted to find before entering the book, and the other was a young man with a crew cut who looked particularly energetic.
Liu Tang really wanted to know why these two people teamed up, but he was afraid that asking would be considered as "revealing his identity to the players."
He was just about to open his mouth to ask if the other party was applying for a job when the crew cut preempted him, "Hello, boss. My name is Zhou Dada. Excuse me, I noticed that part-time workers at other restaurants are paid 200 food coins a day, but ours is only 150. Do you think we should raise the wages?"
"100 food coins?!" Zhou Youwei was a little surprised when he heard the price offered by the stinky tofu stall owner.
You know, the highest salary offered to part-time workers in the several stores I passed by was only 200 per day, but this boss actually directly offered 100 food coins for completing one task, and there is no upper limit. If you complete several more tasks in a day, you will earn no more than working part-time in other places.
Feng Xiansu felt it was unreliable and advised Zhou Youwei to leave: "Other owners of official shops can't offer too high a salary. How can a street vendor like him come up with so much money? I think he is trying to trick us. Let's go, godfather."
Although Feng Xiansu already knew that Zhou Youwei was his biological father, he was still in the habit of calling him "godfather".
When Zhou Youwei heard Feng Xiansu's words, he first told her to shut up, then turned around and apologized to the boss: "This child is ignorant and always likes to talk nonsense. Please don't mind."
Then he pulled his daughter aside and whispered, "Susu, you don't understand. These stalls don't have to pay for store rentals, so their costs are much lower. Their locations are similar to other stores, their menus are simple, and they serve food quickly. Their customer flow might even be better, so they'll make a lot of money.
"Besides, as long as he's willing to give us money, we don't care how he earns it."
After saying that, Zhou Youwei looked at the stinky tofu stall owner with a somewhat flattering look and said, "Tell me, what should we do?"
Inside the bun shop, Liu Tang was a little surprised to hear the young man with a crew cut talking about a salary increase.
He flipped through the man's resume and replied, "In order to ensure the freshness of the ingredients and the deliciousness of the products, our restaurant uses meat and vegetables purchased freshly that day.
"Any food that isn't sold that day will be sold at a discount after 8pm, or directly to the pig farm at an even lower price. It won't be kept until the next day, so the cost is relatively high, the profit is lower, and the wages are also slightly lower."
Zhou Dada laughed when he heard this. "That's funny. You're letting your employees pay for your decisions? Why don't you just make less money yourself and give your employees a raise?"
Liu Tang felt that what this person said made sense, but he had to maintain the stable operation of the store. If he continued to lower the profits, he might not be worthy of being the owner of this bun shop and would be expelled from the copy.
Before he could open his mouth to offer a reasonable explanation, the crew-haired man, Zhou Dazhi, pointed to the storage room behind the kitchen and said, "I see you have a freezer in the kitchen. You can freeze the unsold items and sell them the next day. Wouldn't that reduce costs?"
Liu Tang also turned around and looked at the freezer.
It turns out that thing has this function when it appears in the kitchen.
Wow, are players teaching NPCs step by step how to use the equipment provided by the copy to become profiteers?
He turned around and looked at Zhou Dada's resume, forcing a strange smile on his chubby face: "So this is how you make a fortune in business?"
When Zhou Dada heard this, his originally strong aura weakened.
Judging from the tone of this NPC, he seems to have some understanding of his past.
He looked at the bun-headed robot uncertainly: "What do you mean?"
Liu Tang tilted his head and said, "Let me guess, will you ask me to buy lymphatic meat for the meat filling next? It's cheaper.
"I know you were a big shot in the food industry when you were alive, but please don't do anything immoral in my store."
"You, you are talking nonsense! I have been doing business cleanly all my life and paying taxes actively. Stop slandering me!" When Zhou Da heard what Liu Tang said, he rushed up in rage and swung his fist to hit Liu Tang.
Liu Tang only raised a finger to freeze the person in mid-air: "Violence is prohibited in this instance~"
After saying that, he flicked his finger and threw the man out.
Ji Zehan, who had a blank expression on his face, also had a hint of smile in his eyes at this moment.
Liu Tang turned to look at him and said, "Mr. Ji's resume is quite clean. I wonder if he would be willing to do this part-time job?"
When Ji Zehan heard what the NPC said, he put away his smile, bowed to the other party and said, "No, I have to be with my teammates."
Liu Tang finally confirmed that the two of them had indeed teamed up to complete the mission.
Seeing Ji Zehan coming out to help Zhou Dada, who was a little dazed after falling, Liu Tang said, "Mr. Ji, you must know that bad company corrupts people. Please maintain your original intention."
Ji Zehan looked up at the robot with a bun head, didn't say much, and helped Zhou Da leave.
For some reason, Ji Zehan always felt that this robot with a bun head was somewhat familiar.
At this time, Zhou Youwei was pulling his daughter to go to a milk tea shop.
Feng Xiansu pulled her father to a stop and said, "Godfather, do you really believe that robot selling stinky tofu?"
Just now, the owner of the stinky tofu stall vaguely stated his request: "The first step of this job is for you two to find part-time jobs at the two shops on either side of my stall. As long as you show me your part-time job certificate, I will give you 50 food coins each."
"What are you going to do next? Come and find me after you get your part-time job certificate."
The shops on both sides of the stinky tofu stall are a bakery that makes crumbly sesame cakes and a milk tea shop.
Zhou Youwei had run a fruit tea business before, and thinking that the beverage industry could be applied to other fields, he chose a milk tea shop.
The more Feng Xiansu thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong. She felt that the stall owner had no good intentions and was definitely trying to do something shady.
Zhou Youwei patted Susu's hand soothingly and said, "Even if we don't agree to his request, we still have to find a part-time job first. Applying for a job at the milk tea shop is a reasonable choice.
"If I get the job, not only can I earn a part-time salary, but I can also go to his stall and get 50 food coins, making double the money in one go. Isn't that great?
"Besides, we didn't promise anything to the stall owner. If he asks us to do something too difficult, we can just refuse.
"This milk tea shop is still ours. It's a sure-win business, so why should we be afraid?"
After listening to this, Feng Xiansu didn't find any flaws for a moment, so she calmed down a little and followed her father into the milk tea shop.
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