When Lin Xiaoya dragged her tired and excited body back to her home in Shanghai City, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

On this day, because the steamed bun shop became popular overnight—no, within three hours—she had to close until half past ten in the evening, until she used up the flour and rice that Jian Ma had asked her to rush to replenish twice, and all the steamed buns and flower rolls, including the porridge in the stainless steel bucket, were sold out, and then she had to close.

Even so, there are still a large number of fans who want to buy steamed buns at the door of the steamed bun shop, as well as a large group of cows, ghosts, snakes and gods who are ready to do an all-night live broadcast, lingering, shouting that she will continue to operate, it is better not to close, open 24 hours a day!

The fiery scene of the No. 2 store of "Jianjian Bun", Wang Jian had already put it for Jian's mother and Sister Jian, who had returned home, and he said that the two of them were brilliant and surprised, if it wasn't for Wang Jian to stop them, just let them watch the fighting sound, the excited and excited two people couldn't wait to take a taxi to Lin Xiaoya's side immediately, and personally go to see the lively scene of "crowds of people" and "impassable" in Wang Jian's own steamed bun shop.

So, while waiting for Lin Xiaoya to go home from work, Jian's mother Zeng Yu and Jian sister Zeng Jingrong began to follow what Wang Jian said, and began to eagerly brush the fighting sound that has been dominated by "Steamed Bun Shop" and "Steamed Bun Xi Shi", across the screen, watching the scene of countless fighting friends shooting their own steamed bun shop in full swing, and the scene of thousands of empty alleys, laughing and sighing while watching, while smiling, sighing at the Internet era, the horror and magic of the fan economy!

Of course, during the period, it was indispensable to praise Wang Jian, the great hero behind him, and praise him for his ability, which became more and more incomprehensible!

However, although the two of them had learned about the booming business of their steamed bun shop from Douyin, when Lin Xiaoya came back, Jian Ma and Sister Jian immediately pulled Lin Xiaoya to the sofa and sat down with one hand, and then you and I eagerly asked Lin Xiaoya, the party, about the specific grand occasion of the No. 2 store this afternoon.

"Hehe, Aunt Zeng, Sister Jingrong, I have to thank Brother Jian for this. If it weren't for Brother Jian, Store 2 wouldn't have been as popular as this afternoon......" Lin Xiaoya smiled, and told the two of them from beginning to end about the process of the sudden explosion of Store 2 within three hours.

Her narration is not as exaggerated as Wang Jian's, and the high tides are repeated, but because Lin Xiaoya is a first-hand witness, she is in the center of the whirlpool, when she honestly narrated and described the hot business in the afternoon to the two, and made her and a few clerks in a hurry, so busy that their heads did not touch the sky and their feet did not touch the ground, Zeng Yu and Zeng Jingrong still couldn't help but let out one exclamation after another, as if it was not Lin Xiaoya who was in the No. 2 store, but themselves.

Jian Ma and Sister Jian were excited and curious about the rapid fame of the No. 2 store, Wang Jian, who had already been there in person in the afternoon and later brushed on the douyin for several hours, had already passed that excitement, so as soon as Lin Xiaoya's story to Jian Ma and Sister Jian came to an end, Wang Jian immediately opened his mouth and asked him what he was most concerned about now:

"That, Xiaoya, today, how much is the revenue of Store 2?

Hearing Wang Jian's question, Zeng Yu and Zeng Jingrong, who were still excited, suddenly realized that they seemed to have asked the wrong direction and forgot the most important thing.

So, Zeng Yu and Zeng Jingrong grabbed Lin Xiaoya's hand again and eagerly followed Wang Jian to ask.

Seeing that the family of three finally mentioned what she wanted to say but didn't have a chance to say, Lin Xiaoya pursed her lips and smiled, curled her fingers and hooked the hair next to her ears, looked at the faces of the three and said:

"It's counted, Brother Jian. Business is good today, with a turnover of ...... That one...... That has exceeded 10,000 yuan, and today's total revenue is 11,252 yuan. ”

"What?11252?10,000?...... Is this more than 10,000?" Before Wang Jian could speak, Zeng Jingrong on his side screamed, with a look of shock and disbelief.

Zeng Jingrong saw the popularity of store No. 2 through the video, but, in her imagination, even if store No. 2 is popular, today's revenue cannot exceed that of the old store No. 1, let alone break 10,000!

Because the No. 1 store she was in charge of was also last month, and the first few days before the Chinese New Year just broke 10,000 yuan - that was the result of the whole family operating for two or three months and precipitating countless old customers! No matter how popular the No. 2 store is, how can it be that the revenue of the No. 2 store has exceeded 10,000 yuan in less than a week after opening?

Moreover, Wang Jian only went to advertise after two o'clock in the afternoon today, and the fire in the No. 2 store also started at four or five o'clock in the afternoon. If store 2 can make more than 10,000 yuan in revenue with only half an afternoon and one night, then tomorrow, store 2 will be busy around the clock, and its revenue will not rush to 156,000?

"It's over 10,000, Sister Jingrong. Brother Jian, Aunt Zeng, Sister Jingrong, look, this is a photo I took!" Lin Xiaoya nodded, then took out her mobile phone and showed the three of them the photos she took in the single-day subtotal column of the cash register.

In the past few days, because of the slow growth of the store's revenue, it has not been able to come up, and there is a huge gap with the No. 1 store managed by Zeng Jingrong, Lin Xiaoya, as the store manager, has a lot of pressure on her heart, and she always feels a little sorry for Wang Jian, and she feels that she has disappointed her lover's expectations of herself.

Now, the revenue has exceeded 10,000 yuan, and it has surpassed the No. 1 store in one fell swoop, in Lin Xiaoya's heart, she has a feeling of bitterness and happiness.

"Haha...... It's really over 10,000 yuan! Not bad, not bad! Good Xiaoya, hard work! Today, you and all the clerks in store 2 have worked hard! In this way, in order to celebrate the revenue of store 2 exceeding 10,000 yuan, and to reward you, Mom, you will give a red envelope of 100 yuan to all the clerks in store 2, and Xiaoya, as the store manager, will send 200 yuan!" After confirming that the revenue of store 2 has indeed exceeded 10,000 yuan, Wang Jian suddenly laughed, and his mouth couldn't close with joy.

"Hehe, you have to get it, Jianjian! Xiaoya, they are indeed hard, and they have not come back until now. I'll give them red envelopes. Jian's mother smiled, and quickly calculated in her heart that the No. 2 store alone could bring eight or nine thousand net income to the family today, and send a few hundred yuan of red envelopes to several employees as a reward, so there was nothing to worry about.

Some people rejoice, others grieve.

Lin Xiaoya was naturally happy and happy, and felt that she was raising her eyebrows, but her pretty cousin, between her eyebrows, Wang Jian felt that the other party was a little sullen and smiled reluctantly.

Wang Jian naturally knows the reason, and he has a sense of loss that "the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach".

So, in order to avoid the loss of his pretty cousin's heart, Wang Jian began to change the topic.

"By the way, Xiaoya, how many fans do you have now?" asked Wang Jian.

"Douyin fans?huh...... I haven't seen it yet, Brother Jian. I'll take a look now. But it shouldn't be much, and I didn't shoot much of it. Seeing Wang Jian ask, Lin Xiaoya remembered that she had been busy all day, and she hadn't had time to look at her fighting voice.

Lin Xiaoya opened Douyin, clicked on her backstage, and as soon as she opened the backstage, suddenly, the three people present saw that she had big beautiful eyes, a big mouth, a fair-skinned, and beautiful little face, and her face was full of shock!

What's wrong? Is it going to be a big deal?

Wang Jian was curious for a while, and hurriedly walked up to take a look down, but this look was not tight, which made him, who was used to seeing fans soaring, and his heart couldn't help but be shocked:

34.6w!

In half a day, there are not even ten works in total, and Lin Xiaoya, who is a pure passerby, has more than 300,000 fans, according to this momentum, as long as she makes persistent efforts to shoot some short videos, such as the "Jianjian Bun Shop" where she works, patting her own products as an employee, and breaking one million fans is almost in the blink of an eye!

"Hehe, more than 300,000 fans, Xiaoya, you are popular! You have also become a small Internet celebrity......" Looking at the more than 300,000 fans in Lin Xiaoya's backstage, Wang Jian smiled and made a joke at him.