Liu Rong said with regret, "Yes, Boss Xiao Chen’s skills are definitely comndable, but people like him who have been setting up street stalls for years often don’t think about market supply and demand, which is a bit of a pity."
However, Chen Mo stood there, as steady as a mountain.
Even Niao Dan Sun felt a bit uneasy, "Brother Mo, is this going to work? How about I give it a shot, brag a little, maybe then soone will co."
"No need, good things will be recognized, just watch."
Chen Mo simply took a stool out from under the food cart and sat down.
Ti passed, second by second.
In front of the spicy rabbit head stall, no one stopped by.
Hidden in the shadows, Cheng Xiuli resisted the urge to co out and try it, "Could the tea eggs really just be a coincidence?"
If only the tea eggs were worth trading, then this deal would be a complete loss for her.
After all, she had paid so price trying to get Xiaoying’s parents to co back from out of town.
And at this mont, eight in the evening, it was the busiest ti at the night market.
At the street corner, a few young guys were chatting and laughing.
"Today’s ga was a blast! I just love playing mysteries, next ti, let’s invite a few girls to join!"
"Sure thing, but I gotta say, didn’t expect you to be the undercover at the end, your acting skills are quite sothing!"
"Alright, everyone should head out, rember to keep in touch at ho, let’s et again next Saturday!"
At the street corner, the guys waved farewell to each other, but only one young man lingered after his friends left, walking into the street with his backpack, still unsatisfied.
The young man was nad Zhao Ming, a fan of mystery role-playing gas. After graduating from college, he was determined to join the criminal police team, but unfortunately, his college major wasn’t quite relevant, so he was waiting for an opportunity to see if there’d be a job opening suitable for his major in the criminal police.
So, during this exam preparation period, besides studying at ho, Zhao Ming often went out with friends to play role-playing gas, especially these detective-type stories. No matter which character he got, Zhao Ming played it extrely seriously.
And today’s scenario was particularly interesting, sowhat like a Korean movie, about a police officer who opened a restaurant to capture a criminal. Unable to catch the criminal, the restaurant beca more and more popular. Later, the officer discovered that one of his "colleagues" in the restaurant was an undercover criminal, leading to a series of mysteries and unraveling.
"Hey, how did playing a mystery role-playing ga make crave food?" Zhao Ming looked around the food stalls.
He had spent the entire afternoon poring over a restaurant nu, and while the restaurant in the movie was a fried chicken joint, this scenario was bizarrely enough set in a Chengdu snack place.
After a couple of steps, Zhao Ming stopped at a small stall in front.
Spicy Rabbit Head: 18 yuan each
"Hey, why is it the sa price as in the ga I played?"
In that role-playing ga, one of the criminals was exposed because he couldn’t resist the delicious spicy rabbit heads and had to have one every day.
Zhao Ming stared at it for a while and decisively said:
"Boss, one rabbit head, make it mildly spicy!"
Business has arrived!
Sun Jianhong and the others couldn’t help but get a little excited, as if this sudden transaction was even more thrilling than the instant sell-out of eggs before.
Chen Mo remained quite calm.
Mildly spicy?
"Sorry, we only have one level of spiciness, no mildly spicy option."
Zhao Ming muttered sothing, wondering if it was because he played too many role-playing gas, he felt this little boss in front of him was a bit odd.
"Then, just give one."
He decided to personally try it and see what the deal was!
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