"I know." Mr. Zhang nodded.
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"Go back." Mr. Zhang looked bad. "Master Lin really has no business sense. He has such a formula and doesn't know how to make good use of it. A huge fortune has been lost like this."
Mr. Zhang still thought that the other party did not believe him, so he stopped Lin Fan directly, "Do you know who I am? Do you see the high-rise building over there? The five-star Yuehai International Hotel is my property. I can tell you In this way, you can guarantee it, and if you miss it, you will lose an opportunity."
"Oh, let me go, why are you so stupid?" Mr. Zhang slapped his forehead and thought of one thing, test, don't you know what's in it? Stupid, really stupid.
"It's hard to buy a piece of cake with your hands."
The people queuing up around me were very envious. What’s the concept of three times a week? Basically, you can taste the unforgettable hand cakes every day.
"Yeah, sometimes I want to chat with the little boss, but I never get the chance."
The citizens couldn't wait and lined up in a long queue.
"Isn't this nonsense? The little boss's hand cakes are very famous now. You don't know, there are people driving here specially."
"This number." (Hold up three fingers)
"Oh, stop talking. I can't talk to you, but you want to buy it for three hundred? Do you take money too seriously? Let me tell you, it's three thousand, and the other party is almost reluctant to sell it. How dare you letter?"
Lin Fan makes hand cakes every morning, and then goes to the association to teach the children. His life is very fulfilling and satisfying. He doesn't want to make big changes. If there are changes, just take it slow. .
Mr. Zhang was dissatisfied, "Master Lin, you don't believe me?"
"Master Lin... Master Lin." Mr. Zhang shouted from behind, but Lin Fan didn't even look back.
For those citizens who queued up, some really wanted to eat them and would not sell them, while some were short of money and still queued up, so they had to fight a lot in their hearts before they were willing to sell the pancakes.
Tian Shengun glanced at Mr. Zhang, and then walked with Wu Tianhe and his daughter. Now Wu Tianhe's life after get off work every day depends on him. The two chat and play chess, which is endless fun.
The next day!
"That's fine. He is my brother. If I want to give birth, do you think I need to find someone else?" Lin Fan said.
When the number was reported, the citizens held their breath. The scene was just like the teacher reporting the scores in school.
Lin Fan really didn't know how to tell this guy, "First, I don't want to cooperate. Now I'm very satisfied with selling ten copies every day. Second, if I want to cooperate, I won't cooperate with you because I have people. Third, I don't want to cooperate with you." Three, don’t talk about this again.”
The citizens are happy every day, and queuing up at the 'Master Lin' store every day has become an indispensable part of them.
nervous!
Mr. Zhang said: "You said you won't cooperate with me because you have someone. I really don't believe it. Who can have this ability?"
"No. 1, No. 14, No. 25..."
The driver said: "Mr. Zhang, I feel very strange. How can you say that a hand cake can make people eat to that extent? Anyway, I don't believe it, but I recently watched an older ancient TV series, a soy sauce Shang put something like that in soy sauce, which makes it addictive and produces a wonderful feeling. I feel very similar."
Especially when I was selected, I was naturally very excited, just like getting a perfect score in the exam.
Life must be interesting and exciting.
But then Mr. Zhang also felt strange. He thought of the expressions of those who bought hand cakes when they tasted the hand cakes. They were so exaggerated, as if they were on drugs. It was very strange.
It is completely impossible to produce this hand cake on an assembly line. Therefore, when this guy talked about this matter, Tian Shengun was not very interested. If it could be produced on an assembly line, he would have cooperated with Wang Mingyang long ago. How could it be possible? Cooperate with others.
"Stop talking, I can tell from one glance that you have never eaten the little boss's hand cakes. I have to prepare some goods. These people will be visiting our store later."
Mr. Zhang was annoyed, "Drive your car."
"Haha, what's even crazier is that you haven't seen it yet. Do you know how much the little boss's hand cake fetched the day before yesterday?"
"How many?"
The surrounding store owners looked at the scene in front of them with envy, "The business of the little boss is getting better day by day, and there are more and more people queuing up."
The fashionable young man stood in front of the booth. His mouth began to salivate. He couldn't hold it any longer. Then he nodded, "Well, I'm lucky. I was selected three times in a week."
"Yeah, there's still something like this. I'll definitely have to take a closer look when I get back later."
Excited!
Lin Fan smiled and shook his head, not wanting to get entangled anymore, "Wang Mingyang knows."
Lin Fan replied: "I don't believe it, I'm just not interested."
"You are too ill-informed. The little boss has now joined the Wushu Association. Moreover, the little boss has a very sense of justice. He helped a group of disabled children and had a huge quarrel with the leader."
Wu Youlan handed out the number cards skillfully. She was now used to the scene every morning. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed that the hand cakes were so popular.
There was already a long queue at the entrance of the store.
Mr. Zhang didn't believe it anymore, "Master Lin, if you think there is something dissatisfied about the profits, we can talk about it slowly. There is no need for you to fool me, right?"
"Why did I lie to you?" Lin Fan asked in surprise.
"It's real or fake. This hand cake can be so hyped up to such a price. It's too fake."
in the car.
"three hundred?"
Number 1 is a young man who seems to have been selected several times.
In Yunli Street, a legend began to spread.
Lin Fan smiled and then called the number.
Lin Fan stood in front of the stall, his hands busy, "You're lucky, I must have been selected three times."
When Mr. Zhang heard this, he obviously didn't believe it, but when he was about to say something, Lin Fan waved his hand directly, "Okay, that's it, don't bother me anymore."
"So crazy?"
Mr. Zhang sat in the car and meditated. He refused to cooperate with me. Is there something wrong with that? Or is there some other reason
After all, there is no shortage of rich people coming to buy hand cakes.
This person should be the legendary Funny. He started talking at length. Are we familiar with him? Why should I believe you? Besides, it would be great if this hand cake could go through the assembly line, become a brand, and go on the market. You are not the smartest person in the world. Everything you can think of has already been thought of by others.
"Little boss, where have you been enjoying yourself lately? I haven't seen you in the afternoon."
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Tian Shengun knows a lot. This hand cake is indeed very delicious. As for the recipe, there is really no one. It is entirely the work of this boy. I am afraid that no one else in the world can make it except him.
Mr. Zhang left frustrated, but felt very unwilling.