"Sure."
After swapping shifts with a classmate, Du Hansi imdiately led the two to a long table cobbled together from desks and had them sit down.
"Is there a nu?" Lin Li asked, noticing that both the tabletop and the drawers were very clean.
"There’s no nu; our place is omakase-style. Our curator will carefully craft a coffee based on today’s weather, the custor’s mood, and available ingredients, factoring in the desired sweetness and temperature for the guest."
F*ck, there’s even a curator?
Lin Li stood in awe.
Curators are people who can turn the ordinary into the extraordinary.
For example, at a pay-per-use dry latrine in the mountains, a normal owner would simply tell you it costs fifty cents to poop, with tissue provided.
But a curator is different. If you approach them, you’re likely to receive a set of silky smooth pitches—
"Hello, I’m the curator of this ’Mountain Woodland HC Traditional Latrine Club.’ Since you’re a guest, I feel there’s no need to rush your business. Why not listen to my concept for this establishnt?
Modern toilets have been engulfed in the steel and concrete of cities, losing so of their natural charm. Plus, the culture of dry latrines is slowly dying. As young people, I believe we have a responsibility to do sothing about it, so I pioneered ’Mountain Woodland HC Traditional Latrine Club.’
Not every custor is eligible to use our facilities. We only cater to friends, not deities. By the way, do you have a reservation? We’re a mbership-based latrine. If you’re not a mber, you must make a reservation.
But regardless of whether you have a reservation, I suggest you pay 598 for a mbership. The 598 is not just a fee; it includes natural traditional tissues and mosquito-repellent perfu, plus you can take photos and check in freely. Our place has a unique dung ambiance, making it quite a topic of discussion on social dia~"
See? Doesn’t this turn an ordinary trip to the latrine into a high-class experience, making you feel part of the elite society’s latrine culture?
This is the allure of a curator.
"Alright, if you have a curator, I recognize your classiness." Lin Li nodded.
"How much per person?" Bai Bufan was more concerned about this.
After all, the fancier the offering, the pricier it usually is.
Giving a product a story is just a way to hike up the price.
Bai Bufan wasn’t one to feel obliged to stay once seated; if it was expensive, he’d be the first to leave.
"Don’t worry," Du Hansi seed to anticipate this question, snapping his fingers with a smile and explained:
"Since Lin Li and I are friends, and we also have a simple, straightforward promotion, the total for both of you is just 6 yuan. Isn’t that reasonable?"
Bai Bufan slowly nodded.
Three yuan per cup isn’t a steal on campus, but it isn’t too expensive either.
So with a bold wave of his hand, Bai Bufan said loudly, "OK, there are two of us. Lin Li, I’ll cover yours. A buddy doesn’t mind this bit!"
Three yuan gave Bai Bufan a 300-yuan stature, and Lin Li gave a thumbs-up.
"Where’s the paynt code?" Actually planning to treat with sothing cheap first, hoping to swing sothing more expensive later, Bai Bufan asked Du Hansi.
"No rush there. When hosting friends, you don’t charge first. Do you have any preferences regarding sweetness or temperature?" Du Hansi smiled.
"I prefer sothing sweeter; I don’t like bitter things, and I’m not picky about the rest." Lin Li imdiately replied.
"What about you, Bufan?"
"? I’m a bit sleepy, so just sothing to wake up, I don’t care about the rest." Bai Bufan answered with a yawn, rembering his initial need.
"Okay, I’ve noted your preferences. Please wait a mont while I pass them on to the curator."
Du Hansi went over to the podium to whisper with the curator.
Left without much to do, Lin Li and Bai Bufan felt a bit idle.
So Lin Li looked at a guy still going "Oh—so delicious," curious to confirm: "Bro, you’re really not faking it? Is it truly good?"
The guy, who also had been subtly observing them, turned his head upon hearing this. He looked up at the waiting butler, then nodded with a smile:
"I don’t know anyone from Class Fourteen; my sentints are genuine."
Feeling the other’s smile, Lin Li scratched his head, sensing sothing odd in it, as if there were expectations.
A few minutes later, Du Hansi returned with two cups of coffee.
"As it’s winter, I’ve provided you both with hot drinks: a hot latte for you, Lin Li, and a hot Aricano for you, Bufan." Du Hansi placed the two disposable cups before them:
"Please don’t drink too quickly, or you might burn your tongue."
"Alright, thank you."
Lin Li took his cup and looked inside, but couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary.
It seed like just an ordinary coffee.
"Okay, since the products are here, it’s finally ti to discuss paynt." Du Hansi looked at Bai Bufan and asked, "Bufan, would you like to scan the code or pay cash?"
"I’ll scan."
Blowing on his coffee to cool it down, Bai Bufan looked up and waved his phone upon hearing this.
"OK," Du Hansi nodded, fiddled with his phone for a while, and displayed a paynt code for Bai Bufan.
"Beep beep—"
Bai Bufan scanned the code, then froze.
—"Why 600 yuan?"
Paynt codes can either have customizable amounts or fixed amounts set by the one displaying the code. Bai Bufan realized that what Du Hansi had presented was the latter, with a clear number—600—above the QR code.
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