The worst thing is that those unlucky so-called fans have been shopping and eating for several days, but they haven't returned to China yet, and all of them are still staying in the university town of Xianyang City.

The house they live in is still rented by Park Seung-chang, but what they did made Park Seung-chang really vomit blood this time......

After dealing with a lot of troubles, Park Seung-chang returned to his store, but suddenly ran into a few familiar ones at the door.

After taking a closer look, he immediately knelt down, and many of these people lined up at the door of the signature dish to support him in person.

Inside the signature restaurant.

"Aciba...... We are here to support Park Seung-chang and come to eat with signature dishes...... Not really, right?"

"I don't want to, but the signature dish is so delicious. ”

"It shouldn't matter, let's eat secretly, he can't see it. ”

"Yes, eat it secretly, just don't let him see it, that ...... Why don't you add another dish?"

"The taste of this signature restaurant seems to be better than the taste of our national branch!"

"Yes, yes, but I think it's the best to pick up the stars. ”

"The Star Picking Tower is better than this, but it's more expensive than this, we can't afford it......"

"Fortunately, Park Shengchang paid us last time, I didn't expect this Chinese people's consumption level to be so high......"

……

In the next few days, Park Seung-chang was like a frosted eggplant, and every day he saw fans from his country running to support him sneaking to the signature dish to line up, which was like eating poop.

What made him speechless the most was that once he met a fan queuing at the door and angrily questioned the other party.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually licked his face and responded to him in a very non-standard Huaxia language.

"I'm not from Bangmao Country, I'm from Huaxia, I'm from Huaxia, I love Huaxia ......"

Half a month later, Park Shengchang's Tianxiangju is already crowded, and it is difficult to even get one or two tables of guests every day.

In the evening, the office on the second floor.

"Mr. Park, business is not good now, we have to think of a way......"

"What's your solution?"

"I want to ...... Otherwise, we will reduce the price again, the Chinese people like to be greedy and cheap, as long as we reduce the price again, there will definitely be guests. ”

"Well, then drop it by half. ”

On the second day, Tianxiangju hung out a notice.

[In order to thank you for your strong support, our store is specially patronized, all dishes are discounted, and there is a special product white porridge 0.1 yuan per bowl!]

Not to mention, since I hung up this notice, Tianxiangju has really come back to life, and it was full on the same day.

Park Seung-chang was very happy, but after only three seconds of joy, he felt that something was not quite right.

"A bowl of white porridge!"

"I want a bowl of white porridge too!"

"I want it too!"

……

During the day, although the store was full, and although there was a long queue outside, these people all came to eat dime porridge.

"Hey, I heard that a new restaurant has opened next door to the signature dish, and the white porridge is a dime a bowl!"

"I've heard about it too, let's go, eat white porridge!"

"Take me one!"

……

Nearby is a university town, there are many students, and among these students, a considerable number of students are not in particularly good family conditions, such as the sling wire foursome in the 304 dormitory of a university.

"Boss, the news is confirmed, Tianxiangju's white porridge is really only sold for a dime. ”

"It can't be a pit, is it?

"No, I heard that you can leave after eating, and there is no limit to the number of members, nor is it mandatory for you to apply for any membership. ”

"Hehe, what are you waiting for, hurry up, eat two meals of white porridge a day, you may save two-thirds of your living expenses a month, and with the money saved, we may do a lot of things......"

"That's what I said, boss, let's hurry over, those brutes in the dormitory next door have already gone, and I heard that there are a lot of people in line. ”

"Go ......"

……

In only half a day, there were more people lined up at the entrance of Tianxiangju than there were signature dishes, and later, the queue had already lined up on the commercial street of the university town.

At ten o'clock in the evening, there was a commotion at the door of Tianxiangju.

Several waiters explained to the people in line outside with bitter faces.

"I'm sorry, we're closing today......"

But the people in line won't agree.

"That's a good point, we started queuing at noon, and we finally got in line, but you said it was going to close?

"That's it, don't tell people a dime if you don't have money, now there are so many of us, you open the door but say it's not open?

"No, you have to give us an explanation today, otherwise we won't leave, everyone listen to me, all sit in his store and see how he closes!"

"Everyone rush, you can't let us line up for half a day in vain, this is a lie!"

……

With so many people rushing in together, a few waitresses couldn't stop them at all, and in less than three minutes, these people who had already gone crazy in line rushed into Tianxiangju.

"Boss, what should I do now?

"It's probably useless to call the police, there are too many people......"

Park Seung-chang looked at the people in the store and sighed.

"Forget it, since you're in, let this group eat. ”

After speaking, he began to cook porridge again, and then did not forget to take a picture of the lively scene in the store and post it on his personal social network.

[Thank you for your concern, Tianxiangju is still there, I'm still here, and the business is still there, I will continue to insist!]

Foreign netizens were not at the scene, just looking at so many guests in the photos, they immediately boiled.

"I'll just say that the news some time ago is fake, and look, it's the kitchen god of our Bangmao Country!"

"Park Shengchang is good, you are our pride, come on, kill the signature dish. ”

"Haha, doesn't it hurt to slap your face, what about those Chinese trolls? Look, it's half past ten in the evening, and your people are still eating in the restaurant opened by our kitchen god......"

……

Park Seung-chang has earned this face, but the real bitter fruit has to be eaten by himself.

"Boss, there's someone coming in from outside. ”

"Pick it up, keep doing it!"

……

"Boss, someone is here again!"

"Go on!"

……

This night, Park Shengchang was very busy, the customers queuing up in the store walked batch after batch, came batch after batch, these people are like an infinite loop, no matter how many batches come in, there will always be so many people queuing outside, and it seems that there is no decrease at all.

At ten o'clock in the evening, he was cooking porridge.

……

At twelve o'clock in the evening, he was still cooking porridge.

……

At two o'clock in the morning, he was cooking porridge.

……

At five o'clock in the morning, he was dozing off and still cooking porridge.

……

At seven o'clock in the morning, he felt that he was about to die suddenly, and finally fell asleep in a daze by the stove, when he heard the waitress running in and shouting.

"Boss, it's a guest again......"

……

During the day, there are more people who eat dime porridge, cleaning and security guards in the CBD, small vendors doing business in the vegetable market next to it, and students going to school......