On the third day of the stall, Chen Hao still got up early in the morning as usual.

With the confidence of selling 1,800 copies of [Golden Egg Fried Rice] yesterday, Chen Hao gritted his teeth and made up his mind to buy some more cooked rice and grass eggs from the grain and oil station and the Beimen vegetable market.

Fortunately, the influence of Ruicheng's circle of friends yesterday did not disappoint Chen Hao. For a lunch alone, most of the raw materials he ordered for 3,000 people were consumed.

Boy!

From 11 o'clock and until 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Hao's stall sold as many as 1,500 copies of [Golden Egg Fried Rice]!

It happened that it was Saturday, and the foodies who came to Ruicheng actually overwhelmed the workers of Huahong and Greentown in terms of numbers. This made Chen Hao, who was originally worried that the materials would not run out, secretly breathed a sigh of relief in private.

As for his income at lunch, it has soared to a new level, reaching 30,000 yuan!

Although Chen Hao spent three times on the money for instant healing during this period, the more than 21,000 yuan he received still made this rural baby happy in his heart.

"A noon net profit of 20,000, counting the 30,000 saved in the previous two days, should be considered to have completed the task, right?"

"Why didn't the system prompt?"

Chen Hao was a little puzzled, seeing that the mysterious system in his mind did not react for a long time. So he sneaked his consciousness into his mind and questioned the system.

"Ding Dong!"

"System: [First Pot of Gold] is a chain countdown task, which requires players to earn 50,000 RMB within 7 days. At present, the mission time is not over, please keep up the good work. ”

"What?"

"Waiting for the countdown to end before I can submit a task?"

"Which second-hand design system is this?" Looking at the red letter prompt that appeared in his mind, Chen Hao rolled his eyes violently.

Fortunately, according to the electronic card of the countdown of the task in my mind, there are only a few more than 3 days left before the end of the task [First Pot of Gold].

According to Chen Hao's current busy state, after boiling up, this time will pass, and he simply extinguished the urge to greet the system designer in his heart.

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Time flies, and an afternoon has passed in the blink of an eye.

When night began to fall, Academician Road, a hundred meters away from the stall, began to light up with orange street lamps. Countless Ruicheng foodies who came to Amway in the circle of friends began to occupy Chen Hao's stall again.

However, among this new group of diners, a person who surprised Chen Hao appeared, instantly interrupting his dream of getting rich overnight by relying on the stall.

This person is Liu Mingdong, the logistics director of the Chengdong Management Brigade who gave him a trick and asked him to try his luck in Ruixiang New District.

To say that this Liu Mingdong, although he basically sits in the office of the Chengdong Brigade all day long, he is also a well-informed person.

For example, which time-honored brand in Ruicheng has opened a new store, and where there are more unlicensed stalls, Liu Mingdong can know everything from the team members as long as he inquires a little.

It's just that when I was eating at home last night, my daughter, who had just gone to college, said to herself, "There is a particularly popular stall in Ruixiang New District, and the circle of friends has been brushed up", and Liu Mingdong's professional habits as an urban management director made Liu Mingdong's eyes squint unconsciously.

"A stall where thousands of people eat?"

"There are so many people in that area of Ruixiang New District?"

"What kind of food does that stall sell, how can business be so good?" His baby daughter just mentioned it briefly at the dinner table, and Liu Mingdong couldn't help but ask.

It's okay not to ask, but when you ask, Liu Mingdong himself is stupid.

"What?"

"Is it just a stall selling egg fried rice?"

"It's just an egg fried rice, can it be so delicious that thousands of people line up to chase it?"

Under the truthful explanation of his baby daughter, Liu Mingdong saw the photos of the stall that was extremely popular in the WeChat circle of friends in the past two days from the screen of his mobile phone.

In the photo, except for the glittering egg fried rice, Liu Mingdong felt a little surprised. The appearance of the stall owner who was photographed a little blurry, but looked particularly familiar, made Liu Mingdong's expression fall into consternation.

"This ...... Isn't this the young man introduced by Lao Zhou?"

"He set up this egg fried rice stall?"

After looking at it for a while, Liu Mingdong recognized Chen Hao who came to him with a business card a few days ago.

In addition, it was the crowd of people waiting in line to eat in the photo, which made him even more shocked that his jaw was about to fall to the ground.

"That's right!"

"That's him!"

"This young man told me at the time that he was selling egg fried rice!"

"It's only been a few days, and his stall is so popular?" Liu Mingdong, who felt that there was a lot of articles here, took his daughter who went to college to chat about the rumors about this stall all night, and finally decided to go to Ruixiang New District in person.

No, Saturday happens to be the legal day off for these civil servants. The logistics director of the urban management brigade, taking advantage of the nightfall, drove to Chen Hao, the rumored egg fried rice stall that was popular in the circle of friends, with a curious family.

It's just that as soon as they arrived at the scene, Liu Mingdong and his family were collectively dumbfounded!

As far as the eye can see, there are foodies holding number plates and waiting for fried rice!

In Liu Mingdong's view, what kind of stall is this?

Even if there are a few time-honored shops on the main street of Hongqiao Road, the most prosperous in Ruicheng, they may not have good business here!

"The egg fried rice made by this young man is really so mysterious?" Liu Mingdong muttered in his heart, and at the same time squeezed into the crowd of Wuyang with his strength.

After paying 60 yuan, he got three number plates that had been lined up to 800 or later.

At this time, Chen Hao was busy making the [Golden Egg Fried Rice] in the pot, and he didn't notice that in the crowd, there was actually a director of the Chengguan Brigade staring at him!

"Let's not talk about how it tastes...... Just the color of this fried rice, and this fragrance...... No wonder you can sell an ordinary bowl of egg fried rice so prosperously......" Liu Mingdong looked through the crack in Chen Hao's iron pot, and the doubts in his heart were put away.

Due to the relatively backward number plate, the flow of people in the stall changed several times. Liu Mingdong, who waited for an hour, took his wife and children to sit in the only few empty seats next to each other in the stall.

It's just that when Liu Mingdong tasted the golden egg fried rice that was exactly the same as in the photo. The urban management director, who almost never eats food from small stalls, was also conquered by the 20 yuan [Golden Egg Fried Rice] in front of him!

"Dad, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

"The egg fried rice in this shop is really delicious!"

Looking at the satisfied smile on his baby daughter's face, Liu Mingdong also called for the food stall made by Chen Hao for the first time.

However, after eating this plate of Internet celebrity egg fried rice, I sent my wife and children home by the way. Liu Mingdong specially wrapped a thin coat from home, drove from his new home on Anyue Street, and returned to Chen Hao's stall again.

The reason why he tossed back and forth so much was to wait for Chen Hao to close the stall and find an opportunity to have a good chat with this little boss who is making money every day.

It's just, as soon as I think of the first two days. This small boss, who is forced by life, still needs to be in his office, and only after he finishes the work at hand can he chat with himself. At this time, it was actually his turn as the director of urban management, and he had to wait for the hawkers to finish closing the stalls.

Such an upside-down situation made Liu Mingdong, who lived for more than 40 years, couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "This life is really feng shui in turn!"

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