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

Qin Luo silently watched the middle-aged man with the child ride away on a tricycle until he disappeared from sight.

He has actually been here for a while, and he has seen everything just now.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, to be honest, it would be hard for him to imagine that even a small food street would have such a way.

But when this happens, it seems to be reasonable.

If the person surnamed Wang really brought enough traffic to this street, allowing all vendors to enjoy the dividends, then it is reasonable for everyone to give him dividends.

In this case, everyone gave money, but a newcomer didn't want to give money, that's really unreasonable.

Of course, the premise is that this is not pure exploitation, but actual win-win cooperation.

Qin Luo didn't know all these things, so he could only look at the problem from the surface.

If everything is as Wang Dahai and those street vendors said, then they did nothing wrong, so even though the guy named Zhang Chi seems to have been bullied, he is not the same as the flood of the heart of the Virgin.

Looking back, he turned the package in his hand and walked towards "Fried Rice King Fried Rice".

"Mr. Chao, your package," he held out the package in his hand to Wang Dahai.

Wang Dahai, who was chatting with others, was stunned for a moment by saying "Mr. Chao".

He turned his head to look at Qin Luo, did not accept the package, but pointed to himself and asked, "Are you talking to me?"

"Ah, aren't you Mr. Chao?" Qin Luo looked up at his signboard and said, "Fried Rice King Fried Rice, Mr. Chao...... But your surname is really special, quite rare.

He didn't have any sympathy to help that Zhang Chi, but Wang Dahai's bullying behavior just now also made him unhappy.

Not to the point of having to do something, but a few verbal jokes are fine.

"Are you blind or stupid? Is there someone with a surname in this world? My surname is Wang!" Wang Dahai shouted with his eyes wide open, as if he was very angry that 790 Qin Luo called his name wrong.

"Oh, so it's Mr. Wang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, blame me," Qin Luo was stunned at first, then looked at the sign and said, "But...there are not many people who call it fried rice. Mr. Wang's name is really quite distinctive."

"What the hell are you..."

Wang Dahai sucked his teeth and made a gesture to step forward to shake Qin Luo's head.

At this time, the man with stinky feet beside him said: "Forget it, Brother Wang, why are you so angry with him as a courier? It looks like you're about to hit someone. "Let's hurry up and prepare for this live broadcast, shall we?"

Tsk"

...

Wang Dahai smacked his lips in displeasure, but in the end he didn't say anything, waiting for Qin Luo to grab the package.

However, Qin Luo was not in a hurry to leave, and it was meal time, so it happened that Wang Dahai's fried rice seemed to have something to say, so he was a little curious, so he said, "I want some fried rice."

Wang Dahai glanced at him, and said calmly, "Fifty."

Qin Luo frowned, stared at the price list written on the stall and asked, "Isn't there twenty-one shares?"

"The price has risen temporarily, if you like it, buy it, if you don't like it, get out."

Wang Dahai put on an appearance of not missing your business, and waved his hands impatiently while talking.

Qin Luo frowned, didn't say anything in the end, and silently swept the fifty dollars over.

Seeing that Wang Dahai began to make fried rice reluctantly, Qin Luo thought for a while and asked, "You should be able to earn a lot of money by setting up a stall here, right?"

Wang Dahai sneered: "Anyway, it's better than you as a courier."

Qin Luo didn't care, and turned to look at the man holding his feet.

That man is also a chatterbox, seeing the opportunity to flatter Wang Hai, he quickly said: "That's the way it was, but since my brother Wang came, this food street has become popular, how many people just run around Come here for a bite of egg fried rice for my brother Wang."

"We street vendors are all under Brother Wang's honor, at least this amount every month!"

While talking, he raised two fingers towards Qin Luo.

It probably means 20,000—I don’t know if it’s true or not, but Qin Luo heard that setting up a stall already makes a lot of money, so he thinks this figure is reasonable.

He thought about it for a while, and said with an interested look: "So it's really profitable? Then, is there any requirement for setting up a stall here?"

"Of course there are no requirements for setting up a normal stall, you can do things yourself, but if you want to set up a stall on this street, you have to abide by my brother Wang's rules!"

"Rules? What rules?"

"Pay dividends to Brother Wang every month, then you can choose a place on this street to set up a stall.

"Why? Brother Wang is the street office manager of this street?"

The corners of Wang Dahai's eyes twitched while he was cooking fried rice, and he forcibly resisted the urge to curse.

The man holding the stinky feet said: "Brother Wang is an Internet celebrity, and many people come here because of Brother Wang. Brother Wang has brought traffic to our food street and helped everyone make money. The dividends should be shared!"

"Oh... what if you don't give it?"

"If you don't give it, don't even think about setting up a stall here!"

"But I heard that this is a place that is planned for vendors, and you can set up stalls at will. Is it legal for you to do so?"

"Hehe, Fa? My Brother Wang is the Fa here!"

"Ahem!"

The man's flattery became more and more outrageous, the last sentence made Wang Dahai's heart tremble.

He hastily coughed twice, then looked at Qin Luo slightly unkindly, and said, "Where are you talking so much nonsense? Are you here to eat?"

Qin Luo said cheerfully, "That's for sure, I've already paid the money."

"Then stay honest and stop talking nonsense."

The so-called customer is God, this sentence is obviously nonsense here.

Qin Luo looked around in silence, his eyes swept over the vendors.

Obviously, what Wang Dahai did was illegal. If someone here collects evidence and chooses to report it, then Wang Dahai will definitely be punished.

However, no one here does that, and the only reason is that they really enjoy the dividends brought by the main sea.

This is an unspoken rule that deviates from the normal rules. Similar situations exist in every corner. Qin Luo can't blame anything. He just wants to finish his meal and leave now.

After a while, a fried rice is ready.

Qin Luo didn't have the mood to stay any longer, so he packed his lunch box and ate while walking.

However, after taking this mouthful, Qin Luo's footsteps stopped, and his expression became a little weird.

With the skill [Cooking Mastery], you can clearly feel every ingredient in your mouth.

Their age, place of origin, freshness, etc., all cannot escape his perception.

Because of this, in addition to ingredients such as rice, eggs, and ham, and seasonings such as oil, soy sauce, and salt, he also felt another substance in it.

A substance that should never be used in food.

He glanced at the fried rice in his hand, then turned back to the stall.

Wang Dahai was preparing to start the live broadcast at this time, when he saw Qin Luo go and come back again, he asked impatiently, "What's the matter?"

The man holding stinky feet smiled and said: "I must think that your fried rice is delicious, Brother Wang, and I can't help but want to buy another one."

Wang Dahai snorted coldly, his expression obviously a little smug.

But Qin Luo asked: "Boss, how do you make this fried rice? It tastes really good. Is there any special seasoning in it?"

A simple sentence made Wang Dahai's face stiff for a moment.

The man holding the stinky feet said: "What you said, the reason why my Brother Wang's fried rice is so popular is because there is an exclusive secret recipe?"

Qin Luo smiled and said: "Really? Can you sell me the secret recipe? I will offer one million."

"-...-E5?!"

The man's eyes widened in surprise, and Wang Dahai also showed obvious shock.

The difference is that the astonishment in the man's eyes is mostly surprise, but Wang Dahai's eyes are full of fear.

This detail did not escape Qin Luo's eyes.

He strengthened his inner thoughts even more, and said with a smile: "how about it, one million, pay the money with one hand and the secret recipe with the other hand...Of course, the premise is that I will make a copy here on the spot according to your secret recipe, If it doesn’t taste the same as what you make, then I won’t pay for it.”

"Good news, Brother Wang! A million dollars!" the man couldn't help but shouted, as if he was about to earn a million dollars in surprise.

But Wang Dahai's eyes wandered for a while, and then he forced a smile: "Hehe, I'm sorry, the recipe of this shop is passed down from the ancestors, and it will not be passed on.

"Ah? No, Brother Wang, this is one hundred......"

The man seemed extremely puzzled, but before he finished speaking, Wang Dahai stared back: "Shut up! He is a courier, do you really think he can give out 10,000 yuan?"

"Huh? This..."

The man rolled his eyes, and immediately understood what Wang Dahai meant, and looked at Qin Luo with a little bit of displeasure: "Okay, you're here to make fun of Brother Wang, right?"

Wang Dahai was silent on the side and didn't know if he agreed with the man.

Qin Luo shook his head with a smile. He has already seen that Wang Dahai didn't really want to sell. Even after Qin Luo said the one million, he showed a greedy look. When Qin Luo said that he wanted to make live He was obviously a little frightened when he got a share.

Obviously, it's not that he didn't want to sell it, but he didn't dare to sell it.

When the matter came to this, Qin Luo already knew very well.

He didn't speak any more, turned around and left slowly.

Wang Dahai looked at Qin Luo's leaving back, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief when Qin Luo's figure disappeared from sight, and then slammed his mouth and cursed: "Bah, pretend

As he said that, as if thinking of something, he took out his mobile phone and wrote a bad review on the express app.

But at this time, the food street was visibly lively, pedestrians poured in one after another, most of them came for Wang Dahai's fried rice, and within ten minutes a long queue formed in front of his stall.

Wang Dahai also temporarily forgot the episode just now, and started today's work after turning on the live broadcast. .