Courier Delivery Was Tricked, I Let The Female Anchor Die On The Spot

A few years ago, in order to rectify the environment, all parts of the country began to implement a policy of driving out small vendors.

But as the voice of people's opposition grew louder, this policy was further improved.

In order to make the city full of fireworks and life again, it changed from completely driving out to only allowing stalls in specific areas.

As a global economic metropolis, Shanghai attaches great importance to urban appearance, so this policy has only been implemented in the past two years.

Small vendors finally regained the motivation to live, and they flexed their muscles one after another, spontaneously forming food streets in specific areas.

Pancake stalls, fried skewers, grilled pork belly, kebabs... a variety of food stalls stand on both sides of the food street, all kinds of flavors are intertwined, as if some kind of chemical reaction has occurred, and it is easy to eat The person who hooked it moved his index finger.

Among the many food streets, there is one that is quite special.

At this moment, as night falls, this food street has just begun to glow with its own charm.

Vendors put their stalls in their own places, either pedaling tricycles or pushing trolleys, and then walked to a fried rice stall together.

Standing beside the fried rice stall was a fat man with a swollen face. He looked a little ferocious, and when he smiled, he squinted his eyes and gave people a very wretched feeling.

At this moment, he was sitting on the ponytail and smoking a cigarette, smiling and looking at the people approaching.

The first person walked up to him and took out a wad of money with a flattering smile on his face. 20

"Brother Wang, here is this month's dividend, you keep it."

"Yes," Wang Dahai nodded, and took the money casually.

Immediately followed by the second person... the third person...

"Brother Wang, this is mine."

"This is my brother Wang, please take care of me this month."

"Thanks to Brother Wang, my income this month is a bit more than last month. The money is not much, so you will keep it."

One by one approached Wang Dahai in an orderly manner, and then handed over a sum of money one after another.

They shouted dividends, but in fact they all knew the nature of the money.

To put it bluntly, it is called dividends, but to put it bluntly, it is a protection fee.

However, unlike the kind of protection fee on gangsters, Wang Dahai is not a gangster, but a real street vendor.

The reason why he has the ability to get everyone to pay protection fees in this snack street is because he is an internet celebrity.

No one remembers when Wang Dahai started making fried rice. Everyone only remembers that from a certain day on, Wang Dahai's business became more and more prosperous.

It is obviously the same simple fried rice as before, but the people who ate his fried rice are full of praise, and even seem to be addicted to it, and they will feel uncomfortable if they don't eat it for ten days.

Over time, Wang Dahai's business is getting better and better, and he also launched a live broadcast in keeping with the trend.

On weekdays, apart from serving fried rice to guests, he also chatted with netizens on a live broadcast. Gradually, he accumulated millions of fans, and became the fried rice king of the gourmet street by netizens.

Wang Dahai himself likes this name very much, and even changed the name of his stall to "Fried Rice King Fried Rice".

It sounds a bit of a mouthful, but it didn't stop his business from booming.

As his fame grew, more and more people knew about his fried rice. In addition to many locals who came to eat every day, there were even many foreigners who drove or even flew to eat his fried rice.

It can be said that Wang Dahai has increased the traffic of this food street by himself.

Although many people came for his fried rice, but since they came to the food street, how could they only eat one fried rice?

That's right, many other stalls have also enjoyed this bonus, and Wang Dahai's own income has also increased.

Gradually, Wang Dahai naturally became the boss of this food street. In order to make money from the traffic he attracted, many people began to praise him, and their words seemed extremely respectful.

Wang Dahai's vanity was greatly satisfied, and he also launched a "protection fee" - only those who are willing to pay him a dividend can set up a stall on this food street to enjoy the traffic bonus from him.

If you don't want to, sorry, this food street won't have a place for you.

None of the street vendors thought this was a problem, and even took it for granted.

Because the only thing they care about is whether they will make money.

"Excellent, Brother Wang, you don't do anything, and you can directly collect a protection fee on the first of every month, which is much more comfortable than us setting up a stall to make money every day.

The last person who paid the money flattered him, but Wang Dahai gave him a supercilious look.

"What kind of protection fee? It's ugly, it's called a dividend! I bring traffic to everyone, and it's a hidden investment. Everyone pays me dividends in return. Is there a problem? That's no problem!"

"Hey, look at my stupid mouth, yes yes yes, dividends and dividends."

Wang Dahai nodded in satisfaction, and then put the collected money into a safe under the booth, while chatting with the people next to him, smoking a cigarette and beating the people who came and went on Xing Street. people.

It was not yet the busiest time in the food street, and he still had time to sneak in. Once there were too many people, he would have no time to rest.

For such a day, to be honest, Wang Dahai is a little tired.

Although he can now earn a lot of money every month, in addition to the "protection fees" of the vendors, there are also rewards from the live broadcast room.

In contrast, my own fried rice for twenty yuan is not necessary.

Of course, he also knows that this is the foundation of his life, and he can't just throw it away.

But people are not satisfied, especially after living a better life, people will inevitably become dependent.

What Wang Dahai thinks now is, can he change his strategy?

Protection fee...... No, dividends can continue to be collected, and one's own fried rice can also be sold, but there is no need to do it by yourself.

I can definitely recruit a few trustworthy workers to directly become bigger and stronger, and I only need to open a live broadcast here to attract traffic, as a signboard, so that I can make money without having to work, and just turn over and become the boss, isn't it flattering?

This idea has been circling in Wang Dahai's mind for a long time, and he thinks he can try it.

At this time, the street vendor beside him who had been flattering said, "Brother Wang, look over there."

Wang Dahai glanced in the direction he pointed, and raised his eyebrows in the next second.

But it was a middle-aged man who came here with a boy of a few years old.

He put the tricycle he rode on the side of the road, and then began to place various objects on the shaker of the tricycle, and there was a sign on it————— Zhang Chi Fried Rice!

Obviously, it was a street vendor.

There are many street vendors here, and he has no characteristics [not many people would care.

The reason why it caught Wang Dahai's attention was because he didn't know this person.

He stared at the man suspected to be called Zhang Chi for a while, and said to the people around him: "Go, call him over."

"okay!"

The man followed Wang Dahai's lead, and passed away when he was so pissed off.

Zhang Chi was still preparing to set up the stall at this time, when he saw a person walking towards him, he thought it was a customer, and immediately smiled and said: "Sorry, I just got out of the stall, I have to wait for a while, if you are not in a hurry You can sit down for a while."

While talking, he took out a small mazar, unfolded it thoughtfully and placed it beside the visitor.

But the man kicked Maza aside, raised his chin and said disdainfully: "Who wants to eat your food? My brother Wang is calling you, hurry over."

Zhang Chi frowned when he heard the words, just looking at this person's attitude, he knew that the person who came was not kind.

But for the first time here, he didn't dare to put on a too tough attitude, so he had to ask modestly: "I'm sorry, the brother Wang you're talking about is..."

"Heh, Brother Wang doesn't even know, how dare you come to our place to set up a stall?"

The man sneered, pointed to Wang Dahai who was sitting next to the fried rice stall opposite, and said, "My brother Wang, Wang Dahai, is the boss of this food street, and all newcomers have to go to worship the mountain, otherwise they will never be able to join us. It’s a rule to set up a stall here, understand?”

Zhang Chi was a little astonished, and a lot of wrinkles appeared on his face in an instant.

He and his children have been renting in an attic, and fry 020 meals on the rooftop every day. Some time ago, they were banned by the urban management, so he had no choice but to change places.

Originally, I heard that the business here is good, so I came here, but I didn't expect to encounter such weird rules.

Praise the mountain...is this a food street or Causeway Bay?

Zhang Chi murmured in his heart, but he also knew that he was alone and weak. If he wanted to successfully set up a stall here, he really needed to know some people.

So he asked: "Then what is the procedure for worshiping the mountain?"

The man said impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense, you will know in the past.

After all, he walked back directly first.

Zhang Chi hesitated for a moment, and said to the children beside him: "Xiao Fei, sit here for a while, Dad will come whenever he goes.

"Then dad, hurry up, I'm hungry!" Xiao Zhangfei said.

"Well, I'll be back in a while."

Zhang Chi patted his son's head and followed the man to Wang Dahai.

"Brother Wang," the man just now said to Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi smiled, and Taguchi called out, "Hello, Brother Wang.

Wang Dahai looked up at him, then glanced at the fried rice stall not far away, showing a half-smile expression: "New here?"

Zhang Chi nodded: "Ah, new here, the place where fried rice used to be stopped, I heard that this place is very popular, so I wanted to come here to ask for a meal.

"Begging for food... It's very good. The vendors on this street are all begging for food here. If you have one more, it's not too much, and if you're one less, it's a lot."

"Then thank you king"

"But you have to follow the rules that everyone follows.

"Yes, yes, brother Wang, tell me."

"First and foremost—dividends."

"I?"

Zhang Chi was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand what he meant for a while.

That's right, it's the Zhang Chi you think, but I don't know how to write related plots, so let's treat it as a meme or a little easter egg.

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