Zhou Yang was completely oblivious to the torrent of insults coming from the live stream.
At that moment, he felt a buzzing in his ears, filled with the urging of the queuing customers and the clamor of these "uninvited guests" in front of him.
Within just twenty minutes of setting up his stall, half of the more than 300 kilograms of braised food he brought had already been sold.
The rich aroma of the broth in the pot grew increasingly intense, making the people in line frequently tiptoe to look inside, their mouths watering.
"Mr. Zhou, may your business prosper!"
Zheng Zhongzhou took a deep breath, suppressing the displeasure of being ignored, and forced a complex smile that was both aggrieved and sincere on his face.
He stepped forward and, with a slightly exaggerated motion, pulled out ten crisp 100-yuan bills from his wallet and handed them to Zhou Yang.
“Mr. Zhou, I know you’re busy and you know the rules, but our production team is really pressed for time. Look, the audience in the back is waiting too.”
His voice softened, with a hint of pleading, "How about this, I'll use this thousand yuan to buy two jin."
"Just two pounds of braised pork, let our film crew have a taste. It's our way of supporting your business. Could you please do us a favor and make an exception?"
He adopted an extremely humble posture and spoke in a tone that was almost pleading, as if he had suffered a great injustice.
Moreover, this braised meat wasn't bought for him personally, but for his companions and the camera crew.
What a wonderful person he was!
In the live stream, Zheng Zhongzhou's fans went wild, with the chat flooded with comments.
"Waaaaah, our Brother Zhou is so wronged! He had to be so humble for the sake of the show!"
"You can't even buy two pounds for a thousand yuan? This shopkeeper is heartless!"
"What the hell? You're asking for it! Sell it to our Brother Zhou right now! Or else we'll get you!"
"I feel so sorry for Brother Zhou, being harassed by a shabby street vendor!"
"Host! Hurry up and sell! Be smart!"
However, Zhou Yang seemed not to hear him at all, and didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.
He kept his head down, quickly packing and weighing the food for the aunties queuing in front of him.
His movements were fluid and effortless, as if Zheng Zhongzhou and the stack of money were transparent air.
"Auntie, your pork belly and chicken feet will cost 168 yuan in total."
"What does the next person want? Tell us quickly!"
Zheng Zhongzhou's hand, holding the money, froze in mid-air. His expression instantly hardened, like a cheap mask about to fall, replaced by embarrassment and a hint of barely suppressed resentment.
This guy... he really doesn't give me any face at all!
Zheng Zhongzhou cursed inwardly, feeling countless gazes around him like needles pricking him, burning him with pain.
Since his debut, when has he ever been treated so coldly?
Seeing this, Hao Xuan, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but smile with a hint of schadenfreude.
So you tried to steal the spotlight, huh? You got thwarted, didn't you?
However, he put on a kind and understanding expression and stepped forward to gently pat Zheng Zhongzhou's arm.
"Wow, Mr. Zhou's business is booming! Looks like we're really out of luck today."
Hao Xuan's voice carried a hint of lighthearted teasing, "In that case, let's not disturb Boss Zhou's business."
"Sister Feifei, Brother Zhou, shall we retreat first? Let's go look somewhere else?"
Qi Feifei, who hadn't said much but kept glancing at the tempting, oily braised food in the pot, finally couldn't hold back any longer.
The aroma was simply a devil's temptation, making her mouth water and her stomach rumbling with cravings.
She gently brushed her carefully styled hair aside and puffed out her proud chest.
With graceful, swaying steps, she moved her slender, willow-like waist so delicate it seemed it could snap at any moment, and approached Zhou Yang's stall, her breath sweet as orchids.
"Boss Zhou~"
Her voice was so sweet it could drip water, carrying a deliberate allure.
"Look at you, all busy and sweating profusely, you're working so hard~ How about this, you spare two pounds, just two pounds of braised food for us to try."
"Here's my contact information, okay? Feel free to chat with me anytime!"
As she spoke, she deliberately winked at Zhou Yang, twirling the end of her hair with her fingers, giving him a knowing look.
The live stream chat instantly went wild!
"Holy crap! Goddess Fei Fei is actually giving out her contact information? This guy must be incredibly lucky!"
"Ahhh! Let go of that stall owner, let me have it!"
"Envy, jealousy, and hatred! What incredible luck this kid had!"
"Feifei! No! He's not good enough for you!"
"Yue, is it really worth it for a stutter? These celebrities are really lowering themselves!"
"Exactly! She calls herself a celebrity, but she acts all seductive and flirtatious. Isn't that setting a bad example for kids?"
"What do you know, upstairs? This is called being approachable! This boss is just being shameless!"
"Get out of here, you passersby! Don't talk about our Feifei! She just wants to eat, she feels sorry for the film crew!"
"Exactly! Haters, get out of here! Support Goddess Feifei!"
The few comments from casual viewers who questioned the celebrity's behavior were instantly flooded with profanities from the enthusiastic fans.
Looking at the nearly empty braised food, Zhou Yang thought to himself that he would be unable to buy more noodles again, and wondered if he should braise more tomorrow.
Listening to these three minor celebrities buzzing around like flies, I was completely annoyed.
In particular, Qi Feifei's affected mannerisms and her sickeningly sweet voice made him unable to bear it any longer.
He suddenly threw the tongs back into the stainless steel basin with a loud "smack".
"Will this ever end?!"
Zhou Yang suddenly raised his head, his eyes cold and sharp, scraping across the faces of Qi Feifei and the other two like knives.
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