A guide to getting rich

Chapter 1094
"Is it far?" Song Lang asked Old Yuan, and then glanced at Bai Zhi quietly. Seeing her expressionless face, he secretly smiled. This girl pretended to be quite calm.

Old Yuan shook his head: "It's not far away, the carriage has been prepared, and we'll be there in a moment."

Song Lang asked Bai Zhi again: "How do you feel?"

Bai Zhi shrugged: "Whatever, as long as it's fried."

The four of them walked forward again, seven or eight dark guards who were skilled in kung fu followed quietly, the carriage drove to Chunfang Street, and stopped beside the Shengjian shop.

There were seven or eight people standing in line outside the shop.

Song Lang smiled and said: "It seems that the taste must be unmistakable, there are so many people queuing up."

Bai Zhi raised her eyes and saw that there were quite a few people queuing up outside the shop, but if she looked closely, she felt something was wrong.

"It seems that the pan fried in this shop may not be delicious." Bai Zhi shook her head.

Mr. Yuan was puzzled: "How do you say that? You haven't tasted it yet, so how do you know it's not delicious?"

Song Lang also saw the trick at this time, and said with a smile: "Bai Zhi is right, the taste of a shop that needs to use this kind of method must not be very good, otherwise, there is no need to do this at all."

Mr. Yuan took a closer look, and only then did he realize that the people who lined up were just standing outside the shop. Several people came out of the shop one after another, but none of those who lined up went in, and they still stood outside the shop.

"So it's a fake team." Yuan Lao turned to Song Lang and asked, "Should we change to another company?"

Song Lang looked at Bai Zhi, "What do you think?"

Bai Zhi said: "Since we're here, it's okay to go in and have a taste." Her purpose wasn't to eat at all, but she just wanted to go out for a walk to get some fresh air, where would it be the same?
The four of them got out of the carriage, regardless of those who lined up, and went straight to the shop.

Sure enough, none of the buddies who greeted them and the people who lined up made a sound to stop them.

If they really lined up, how would they be willing to let them jump in line?
The outside of the shop looks inconspicuous, it is a small street shop, but when you enter inside, you find that the shop is quite big inside. If you look around, there are more than a dozen square tables, seven or eight of which are already seated. full of people.

But these people are not in a high mood when eating.

"Two guest officers, please sit down quickly. You two are not locals in Jiangbei. You are here today. Our Liuji Shengjian is the best in Jiangbei City. You will know after trying it."

Although the man's voice is not loud, but this room is not an open and bright place, no matter how soft his voice is, it can still reach the ears of the guests at the next table.

When the guests at the next table heard this, they immediately dropped their chopsticks and left. When they went out to check out, they had an argument with the shopkeeper. It seemed that they charged too much money and were suspected of killing customers.

Old Yuan's expression was a bit gloomy. He never expected that he would be tricked by that kid on the pier. He didn't know how much that kid charged the raw pan fried shop.

Bai Zhi doesn't care about these things, she is not the one who pays anyway, if it tastes bad, she will have one bite, if it tastes good, she will eat two more.

Song Lang said to the waiter, "Let's try a plate first."

The buddy said good, turned around and left, and after a while, a plate of fried rice was served. The plate was not small, at least twice as big as the average plate, and there were at least three layers of fried rice in the plate, which was enough Thirty or forty. . .

This is a plate?
I finally understood why everyone in the shop had dark faces.

This is clearly taking the guests as pigs to be slaughtered.

Bai Zhi picked up a piece of fried rice and put it into her mouth, and took a bite, as if biting on a steamed bun that hadn't risen and hadn't been steamed yet, there wasn't even a slight taste of fried food.

(End of this chapter)