White Horse Street has become the first Internet celebrity street in Dongzhou City. Fake competitions, lazy candy lounges, and the newly emerged Tiantingdou guessing hall seem to have transformed this place from a pastry street to an entertainment street.

Zhang San was also very curious, what is the Tiantingdou Guess Pavilion?

I actually invited a girl to be a model, and a group of bored people sat down, ate Tianting beans, and let the girls walk around on stage. After 3 minutes, each wrote down their guesses about what underwear the model was wearing. The model then announced the answer in public.

Everyone who wants to participate in the day listening beans needs to pay an entrance fee of 50 yuan. For the first time, the price of merchandise surpassed that of the original product. Alas, I didn't expect to be ruined by these unscrupulous merchants.

The system reminded him to keep a low profile, Zhang San hurriedly came out, ready to go back to the store, and waited for the advent of the visual imaging foil.

When she was about to arrive at the door where she was selling cakes, a young girl walked out next to her, with a layer of blush on her beautiful face, handed her mobile phone to Zhang San, and asked with a sideways face:

"Hello, is it Boss Zhang? I'm You Xin, can I interview you? I'm also a student at the Media School, a junior this year, and ...... from the same school as you."

It turned out to be the person who came to interview last time, Zhang San didn't stop and didn't answer.

Xiao He was standing outside the store when he saw the two of them coming, took a step forward, and inserted it right between the two. Zhang San pushed open the door and walked in.

"Hello, I'm You Xin, can I interview you?" You Xin recognized Xiao He as the waiter in the store, and when he saw Zhang San enter, he turned his head to interview Xiao He.

"Not available. Xiao He didn't give a good face, and turned around and entered the store by himself.

Zhang San looked at You Xin with some sympathy. It should be a student who has just participated in the internship, right? At this time, when I came to the Internet celebrity street for an interview, I actually hit a wall one after another.

I saw You Xin standing with his head down, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and his ponytail hung down, blocking the side of his face. After hesitating for a while, she slowly walked towards the shouting counterfeit competition shop.

Zhang San no longer looked at her, thinking: I just joined the internship, and my skin is still not thick enough. If you refuse slightly, you will wilt and leave. I remembered that I went to an internship in my junior year, and I only sang a few words in a bar, but I was coaxed off the stage by people who drank too much, and I never dared to go again.

He doesn't have to worry about the cake business at all, and the diligent Xiao He Xiaojiang can take care of it. So I turned on my phone and went to find the grand opening of Zhao Cong's Jixing boots.

There was only one text message, and 4 pairs of polar boots were sold out when they opened the door. According to the grapevine, the two pairs were bought by customers in Dongzhou City, and the two pairs were obtained by the youth of Sangzi City, and the people of Haicheng did not get anything.

Sangzi City? Zhang San muttered, isn't that a small town in his hometown? There are actually people who line up all night to buy such expensive things? The gossip is not credible.

At this moment, a push popped up:

"The 'visual imaging foil' jointly developed by the mysterious person and Jinji Technology has completed the acceptance and will be put on the market in the near future......" is followed by a series of introductions.

After reading the push, Zhang San's face became very exciting, and he became a mysterious person?

"Boss, what's wrong?" Xiao He was bringing out a batch of fresh cakes, and when he saw Zhang San's absent-minded appearance, he asked with concern.

"Uh...... It's nothing. Zhang San took a deep breath, opened the five fingers of his left hand, combed his bangs, and always felt that something was wrong.

I've just cooperated with each other, and I'm going to launch it. Thinking of the decoration of the last two storefronts, this transfer system seems to have anticipated its own ideas.

The fate system is at the mercy of the fate system. Zhang San stood still, and suddenly said to Xiao He Xiaojiang: "I have something to leave for a few days." Please take care of everything in the store. The daily wage of each person is 500 yuan. ”

"Thank you to the owner. Little Ginger bent down on him as if bowing.

"Hehe, the little beauty is rich now. "The customers in line congratulate Xiao Jiang.

"Are you going to another place?" Xiao He didn't seem to be very happy, she came out of the room and asked with some concern.

"Not really. Zhang San was reluctant to explain, and then said: "Xiao Jiang, you take the lead, 1,000 more per month, which is your management fee." ”

In Zhang San's heart, Xiao Jiang has deep feelings for selling cakes, and he is soft, and Xiao He is a little impulsive. I want to keep a low profile in the near future, and Xiao Jiang is more suitable.

He set up automatic transfer on his phone, and regardless of the surprise of the two of them, he pushed the door and walked out.

"It's even more fake here, it's a fake hooligan/hooligan, let's try it......"

Zhang San looked around with some nostalgia, and this street, which changed with his fate, actually gave him a very cordial feeling. Now I am under pressure in Haicheng, in the opponent who sells real high-tech.

At this time, in retrospect, the so-called competition here is really nothing.

He's going to go back and think about it.

In the rental room, I can't remember how long I haven't spent the day. There are no days off when I work as a courier, and the cake seller is open every day. At this time, sitting on the bed, I was actually a little lonely.

There are only two paths! Zhang San is very sure of this.

A road to fight bravely, to gain fame, and later, with the support of the system, you will achieve fame.

On the other hand, I can't fight Zhao Cong. Maybe the system keeps what it has, or maybe the system repents and takes away its organs, or its life.

As soon as Zhang San had the idea of quitting, he vetoed it. There is a big head, a master such as a suit manager, how can he quit?

Perhaps, you will apply for an exit yourself, but you will not ask the system for the two things that have been taken away. Is it okay to send a courier next?

Suddenly, Zhang San swayed a little, maybe he could!

He stood up and walked back and forth. If this is possible, there must be a precondition for yourself to be famous. Once they become public figures, when they quit, they will have to think twice if they want to use drastic means.

It is impossible to be famous by sending couriers, and the only thing you can fight for is singing.

He opened the website of the new idol singer in Dongzhou City and found that the registration was open. He is familiar with this process, and he signed up last year.

Zhang San used his mobile phone to check the recording studio in Dongzhou City, and there were several of them in the daytime. He made an appointment for three afternoons, ready to spend three days recording a demo, and then sign up. At the same time, you should also take time to think about the transfer system.

"There's also a kind of fame. Zhang San put down his mobile phone and suddenly remembered the self-media intern named You Xin. But immediately shook his head, since the system can be pushed hard, this kind of self-media propaganda can be completely crushed.

In the recording studio, Zhang San, the band master and the recording engineer quickly determined the track. Last year, the song he participated in was called "Zhang San's Song", and although this song was old, it had an effect on his fame.

For two days in a row, Zhang San's song recording was not satisfied. He and the recording engineer listened to the demo over and over again, and all the techniques were flawless, but it was no longer as good as he was last year.

"What must I have lost?" Zhang San had to come to this conclusion after listening to it again in the evening.