Longing for the Life of the Entertainment King

"There is no danger." He Hao shook his head and explained, "Actually, this thing is very difficult to damage. Some people who are full and have nothing to do have done experiments. Even if the pressure reaches the end, it will not explode, but will rush away. The safety device inside vents the compressed air, just like a pressure cooker..."

An explanation, finally dispelled the other party's concerns.

then……

Under the gaze of the dark-faced director, everyone negotiated the price, took the things, and set off directly to the town.

In terms of consumption power alone, the town is obviously higher than the village.

Agricultural Market.

parking.

Find a booth.

fire.

Pour the sweet corn and white sugar into the cannon popcorn machine according to the proportion.

Start……

For a while.

boom!

A puff of mist.

Freshly baked popcorn in a plastic bag just bought at the small store.

One bag, three yuan.

Two bags, five yuan.

soon.

Seven or eight white plastic bags are ready...

"Popcorn, sweet popcorn!"

"Three dollars a bag, five dollars two bags!"

"You can try it for free before you buy it."

The crowd started a solicitation game. In simple terms, it was to see who sold the most and whoever lost would be punished at dinner.

The camera shoots meticulously.

For the people here, it is rare to see any program groups or stars or the like.

Especially when I heard that the other party was selling something and could taste it, they would come over.

Everyone in the mushroom house is even more eloquent. They keep exerting their strengths and selling hard, and the effect is quite good. 0

"One hundred? Buy three bags? Wait, I'll do the math..." Song Zhixiao looked a little pitiful, 'Mengzhi' definitely deserved its name...

He Hao's teeth hurt a little when he saw it.

Although the language is different, everyone uses Arabic numerals!

Do you still need to take out your mobile phone and use a computer for this number?

Didn't see so many people lining up?

He Hao handed the cannon to Peng Yuchang. After all, there is no technical content in this. Basically, it is necessary to master the ratio of materials and know how much pressure to fire the cannon. Besides, the other party learns very quickly.

He went to help Song Ji Hyo who was in a hurry.

She watched as she gave the other three bags of corn for one hundred and eight change...

I always feel that if this goes on, I will lose all my pants.

"You're in charge of selling cuteness, and I'm in charge of collecting money, okay?" He Hao gave orders directly in the past.

"Mmmm." Song Zhixiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Speed, much faster.

Many people miss this taste.

Twenty years ago, popcorn was a rarity.

Now, there are fewer and fewer. Many people are missing their lost youth, and some children want to eat it, mainly because the shape of the popcorn is good...

Time slipped away slowly.

When it was time to finish work, it was already dark.

There are still people who want to buy it, but they have run out of materials.

Everyone immediately stopped work and began to take stock of the harvest.

"101 yuan" Liu Xianhua said first.

"92 yuan." He 4.7 Jiong said.

"I'm just a little more than you, 93 yuan." Huang Lei laughed.

"Hahaha, I'm 121 yuan!" Peng Yuchang was proud like a rooster.

"I'm 77." Qiao Shan grimaced.

"81" Song Qian lit the scattered banknotes and counted them.

At last……

Everyone looked at He Hao and Song Zhixiao.

"129" He Hao replied.

"We have the most, we won!" Song Ji Hyo smiled happily.

"Who is with you and us? This is mine. How much you earn, you can count it out yourself." He Hao said quietly.

Song Zhixiao's eyes were filled with murderous intent!

What about cooperation?

So they all lied to me?

I've been busy for so long and haven't earned a cent?

'Bad Zhixiao' is instantly possessed....

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Hammered He Hao is in pain!

even……

one more bone...

Obviously, Song Zhixiao also found this embarrassing thing, and then he pretended to be hard-hearted and said a few scenes, and then let him go.

He Hao's eyes are melancholy...

Out of anger, Song Ji Hyo, who had returned to his senses, suddenly remembered the identity of the other party...

Ok……

You... seem to have hammered him?

Ok……

The other party is murderous, will he take revenge?

so worried...

"Looks like I'm not the lowest." Qiao Shan's face was full of excitement, her fat belly undulating with laughter.

"Yes, you're not!" He Hao immediately agreed.

"Then let's be fair and vote with a show of hands... Whoever thinks the two are the lowest, when I shouted the slogan, everyone pointed at him (her) for the first time, okay? 3...2...1 start!... The answer is obvious, then Xiao Song," Huang Lei said with a smile.

The others laughed too.

There was a bit of a toothache in the smile.

Xiao Song?

Mr. Huang Lei, the level of your nickname is really admirable...

At first glance, I especially feel that it is Song Xiaobao.

After a busy afternoon, the final statistics show that everyone in the Mushroom House earned a full 694 yuan, and they broke the [-] yuan mark with a difference of six yuan.

"Excluding the resource consumption, I made almost six hundred." He Jiong thought for a while, "Everyone is probably quite tired in the afternoon, why not... have a big dinner at night?"

He Jiong's suggestion won unanimous applause from everyone.

Then...

Huang Lei took the crowd to pick something directly at the farmers market, ready to eat at night.

Moreover, he said very proudly, choose what you want to eat!

An hour wasted.

The crowd drove back to the Mushroom House with the ingredients in the rear compartment.

Arrived.

Carry the vegetables and enter the house.

The chat's chat.

The cook should cook.

The assignment of work is very scientific...

After washing the dishes, Huang Lei was left to cook alone.

The rest are sitting on the kang, or on the carpet, chatting casually and bragging.

Squeeze each other's shoulders.

After half a day, Peng Yuchang was the most tired.