But the premise is that all the tourists will have to invest more than 300 pieces to catch the ghost.

If this group of people stop playing halfway through.

I'm sorry, if it's in Boss Zhang's pocket, don't even think about taking it out.

It's like a drunk handsome guy walking into the house of an old widow who hasn't seen a man in thirty years.

The whole event lasted for more than an hour, and the resilience of the tourists was still very strong.

Even the largest one, having lost more than thirty fragments, still stubbornly attacked the ghosts.

But sometimes, fate is far more than Boss Zhang will play tricks on tourists.

Who the ghost will eventually catch is completely random.

Zhang Bei doesn't care who has a lot of krypton.

So, amid the roar of a crowd of people, the ghost went straight into the hands of a tourist who was hiding on the sidelines.

Zhang Bei watched the birth of the European Emperor and sighed silently.

Not a single fragment was paid today, and a full four hundred and fifty were recovered.

One can imagine how hard tourists who want to eat meat will struggle next.

Of course, as a boss, you will certainly not let this group of tourists who spend money to work go hungry.

Chinese people have the good virtue of being diligent and thrifty, and the pile of rubbery seaweed has been there for a long time, and someone has to eat it.

The earth is blue, and the human heart is inky black.

Tourists who have lost a large number of fragments have also ushered in Boss Zhang's second fragment consumption plan.

"In the second activity, you can choose the person you want to challenge for the big stomach competition, and the restaurant has prepared a sumptuous food for everyone, with a time limit of one hour."

That's right, how could Boss Zhang let this group of tourists just lose some fragments?

The mental torture begins now.

The tourists, who had already exhausted the fragments, set their sights on those who were wealthy at this moment.

Especially the European Emperor just now, he was watched by countless pairs of eyes.

At this time, it is impossible to run, and I can only hope that this group of people will not be as able to eat as I imagined.

Soon, a large crowd of tourists slipped into the restaurant.

Each table was covered with a white cloth, and looking at the traces, there were plates underneath.

The team of chefs is also ready to be referees.

Before everyone could figure out the rules, a man stood directly at the table and pointed to the Emperor Ou on the side.

"I'm going to challenge you!"

Emperor Ou was stunned for a moment, and looked at the chef on the side.

"His fragments are not as many as yours, this challenge is a stud challenge, whoever wins will get all the fragments of the other party, and the fraction of the fragments on the opponent's body will go to the challenged."

The man stared at Emperor Ou viciously, and lifted the white cloth covering the table with one hand.

I have to say that Boss Zhang has prepared extremely sumptuous dishes for tourists.

Braised seaweed, skewered seaweed, teppanyaki seaweed......

There are fifteen species in total.

Of course, the rubber smell of this thing itself can't be removed, and when you put it with anything, it will become a mixed rubber smell.

The man looked at the table and gritted his teeth: "Can you start?" ”

A chef stood at the table with a stopwatch: "I announce, game, start!" ”

As the stopwatch began to time, the man directly picked up the plate and stuffed it inside.

For the first dish, the man chose the seaweed stewed in sauce.

It tastes like a tire dipped in sauce.

Emperor Ou only tasted it and chose to give up directly.

Looking at the man in front of him, Emperor Ou was silent for a long time.

"No, isn't it just a few fragments."

Swallowing a mouthful of skewered seaweed with difficulty, the man's voice trembled a little.

"How many fragments?"

"Do you know how many shards I've used up because of that broken ghost?"

"How much?"

"The ghost stole fifteen of my shards, and I spent thirty-three to kill that thing."

Emperor Ou was stunned for a moment: "Where did you get so many fragments?" ”

"The ancient city of Loulan."

"Awesome!"

Suddenly, Emperor Ou realized a serious problem.

"And now you don't have a single fragment on your body?"

"Well, I don't even have money left for tonight's accommodation."

In an instant, Emperor Ou directly picked up a plate and ate it quickly.

The Big Stomach King has officially kicked off, especially those who don't have a single fragment left.

They desperately need to challenge those who have a lot of savings.

At least so that today does not fall asleep outside the base.

For a whole hour, the sound of "vomiting" resounded throughout the cafeteria.

The long-standing stockpile of seaweed has finally been depleted thanks to the efforts of tourists.

As for how many more?

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How to say it, Boss Zhang's suspected persecution paranoia is somewhat well prepared.

If one day you are touched by tourists and abandoned on the moon.

At the very least, store enough food.

Seaweed doesn't take up much space at all when compressed.

Boss Zhang prepared according to the annual ration of ten people.

According to the consumption of this group of tourists today, it is about two percent.

But, he is Zhang Bei!

Now that this method has been established, it will be fixed in the future, if not forever.

Play once every seven days, and most tourists can feel the love from Boss Zhang!

It's evening, and today's cafeteria is particularly deserted.

The tourists who used to eat meat are gone.

Looking out through the translucent glass, there are still many people working hard to build a lunar base, even if it is time to rest.

Zhang Bei cut a piece of steak and put it in his mouth.

Enjoy a peaceful and nice time.

Time is like Meng Chuan's meeting, it passes quickly, but there is always there.

Boss Zhang stayed on the moon for two days, making countless tourists remember this person who always thinks about them.

When I returned to Earth, it was already two days later in the afternoon.

The number of foreign visitors to the amusement park has increased a bit, and the two old professors are almost overwhelmed.

Zhang Bei put his four-piece suit in place and was about to fish out the little turtle from the pool.

"Huh?"

The little turtle has gone through Boss Zhang's grinding, and now it has ushered in its second molt.

The original little turtle shell could no longer accommodate its growing body.

Zhang Bei sighed, collected the turtle shell that had fallen off, and sat on the recliner empty-handed.

Looking at noon riding on the body of a sweet potato not far away, one hand was lifted up, and it was slowly coiled on his lap.

The tortoise has been coiled for a long time, and when I lie down, I always feel uncomfortable when I don't have anything in my hand.

Not far from the recliner, Dong Yue also started his formal work today.

In the morning, she carefully studied the tourists in Loulan and thought about how to persuade these people who had a nervous breakdown.

In the afternoon, it was time for the experiment.

Dong Yue had just sat on the chair when a teenager squatted on the ground with tears in his eyes.

"Are you okay?"

The boy raised his head and saw that it was a young lady, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Thanks, I'm fine."