The Game of Life-Chapter 789 - 788 This Works
Chapter 789: Chapter 788: This Works?
Chapter 789 -788: This Works?
Even Han Guishan’s big appetite couldn’t rescue the deserted state of the congee shop; at noon, during the peak lunch hour, the shop’s business was lackluster to begin with, let alone at 2 p.m., when most other shops had already closed up to take a break.
Since everyone was idle, they simply sat in the lobby and started chatting with Han Guishan.
“Mr. Han, I just saw a Promotional Board in the storage room,” said Jiang Feng, who had already scouted the situation when the business was down. “This Promotional Board, can we use it? Just write a few words and place it at the entrance of the shop.” He had observed that the congee shop was outfitted with surveillance cameras in nearly every place across both floors, except the bathroom and the storage room.
They didn’t install one in the bathroom to ensure everyone’s privacy, and none in the storage room simply because it was too small. The storage room was so cramped that only one person could squeeze in to fetch things, and even turning around a bit more sharply would result in hitting the shelves on both sides. The space was small, low, and oppressive, leaving no room for a camera.
Although Jiang Feng was confident in his aspiration for roasted whole lamb, believing that their order of four buffets could certainly help Taifeng Building make a great comeback, the lunchtime business didn’t look like it was on the brink of such a resurgence. If they didn’t make more effort, they might lose the opportunity presented by the system due to a bug.
The Promotional Board was Jiang Feng’s last-ditch struggle.
“The board?” Although the shop belonged to Han Guishan, he was completely unaware of the shop’s setup. If Jiang Feng said there was one, he believed there was one, “If the shop originally has it, then use it. But don’t write about discounts, free samples, or promotions.”
Han Guishan expressed that he was a rule-abiding financier, completely unlike some financiers from the other side of the Pacific; he had his principles.
Since Han Guishan said it could be used, it surely could. Jiang Feng immediately made his way into the storage room on the first floor and rustled around, pretending that he was actually looking for the Promotional Board. In reality, he quickly opened his attribute panel, found the item column, took out the Promotional Board, and after taking it out, he didn’t forget to smear some dust on it and then wipe it off again, to make it look old.
Two minutes later, Jiang Feng came out carrying the artificially aged Promotional Board.
Wu Minqi stared at the Promotional Board in Jiang Feng’s hands, feeling it looked familiar: “Fengfeng, don’t you think this board looks especially similar to the one you used to have at Healthy Stir-fry Restaurant?”
Jiang Feng didn’t expect Wu Minqi’s memory to be that good, almost sweating cold sweat, but his superb acting skill helped him control his facial expression without giving away anything to the others.
“Don’t all promotional boards look alike? It’s normal they look similar, perhaps they are even made by the same manufacturer. The one I bought was just a cheap item,” Jiang Feng began to brush it off, picking up a cloth to wipe away the dust he had just applied.
Now that the Promotional Board was out, what should be written on it?
While Wu Minqi, Sun Jikai, and Sun Maochai were still pondering what to write on the basis of no discounts, no promotions, and no free samples, Jiang Feng had already decided what to write on the board. He found a marker pen on the cashier counter and, with a flourish, began to write on it.
After writing down just the character for congee, Jiang Feng realized his handwriting was really not suited for promotion.
“Qiqi, your turn,” Jiang Feng quietly passed the pen to Wu Minqi.
Wu Minqi, unsure of what to write, looked at Jiang Feng with a confused face, even more puzzled as she stared at the character for congee on the Promotional Board.
“Just write this: Congee, stir-fries, assorted dim sum, cold drinks, and cold dishes available, air conditioning turned on,” Jiang Feng directed.
Wu Minqi: ?
“That’s it?” Wu Minqi and Sun Jikai asked in unison.
“Trust me, this is enough,” Jiang Feng was very confident.
The three who had experienced the roasted whole lamb expressed zero confidence in his assurance.
Despite their skepticism, Wu Minqi still wrote as he said, even adding a smiley face and a heart at the end, truly capturing the essence of how Ji Yue would write on a Promotional Board.
After writing it, Jiang Feng found a very good angle and placed the Promotional Board at the entrance of the shop to ensure that passersby could spot it at first glance.
Han Guishan’s family had finished eating and hadn’t moved from their spots. Maybe it was because the air conditioning inside the shop was really sufficient, or perhaps the seats were quite comfortable. Wang Jing ordered another bowl of iced mung bean soup, sipping it while watching TV dramas. Han Youxin, meanwhile, murmured quietly on the side, expressing his wish to play with his mobile phone.
He was then denied by Han Guishan, citing his poor performance in the last semester’s final exam as the reason. From Han Youxin’s expression, Jiang Feng could tell the boy himself had not expected that the reason he couldn’t play with his phone would be a final exam from four months ago.
Knowing that a school semester was just a little over four months long at the shortest.
Sun Maochai thought that since there was nothing else to do and no customers to serve in the shop—and he couldn’t just drag people in off the street to eat—he might as well scoop himself some iced mung bean soup, imitating Wang Jing by playing with his phone while sipping the soup in his own leisurely fashion.
Sun Maochai’s indifferent attitude infected Wu Minqi, Sun Jikai, and Jiang Feng. The three of them followed suit—those who wanted sour plum juice drank sour plum juice, those who wanted cola drank cola—as they casually sipped their cold drinks while playing with their phones, as if they were not there for testing but for a relaxed vacation.
The scene had the two casually-recruited workers dumbstruck; they joined in and happily played on their mobile phones.
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A cheerful atmosphere pervaded the porridge shop.
The young couple that pushed open the door were bewildered.
They didn’t even know what they were thinking, originally just strolling along the snack street, munching away. Because it was too hot at noon, they decided to find a place to sit and drink something cold to rest for a bit. Passing by the porridge shop and glancing at the sign at the door, they were attracted by the words “cold drinks and air conditioning available” and uncontrollably walked into the shop.
Seeing that customers had come in, Wu Minqi quickly got up and put down her phone, “What would you two like to eat?”
“Eat… eat some…” The girl, holding on to her boyfriend’s hand, didn’t know what to say for a moment; she had originally thought about going to a milk tea shop for a sweet milk tea, and hadn’t planned on entering a porridge shop.
It was all because the words “air conditioning available” on the promotional board were too tempting, leading her to unconsciously walk in.
“Let’s have a bowl of mung bean soup.” The girl noticed the half bowl of mung bean soup in front of Sun Maochai and thought it looked quite alright. Most importantly, it was chilly and seemed really refreshing, certainly perfect for cooling off.
After speaking, the girl tugged at her boyfriend, “What about you?”
“Oh, me…” The boyfriend hadn’t realized how he ended up inside either, it seemed like he had come in with his girlfriend, then he relied on the essence of humanity, “I’ll have a bowl of mung bean soup too.”
The mung bean soup had been simmered by Jiang Feng in the morning along with the porridge. The mung bean soup produced by a grandmaster chef was definitely different from the ordinary kind you’d find in street stalls. But to specify what exactly was different was hard to articulate. This chill, refreshing, mildly sweet delicacy that cleared heat and cooled you off was something you’d have to taste to understand.
Wu Minqi brought two bowls of mung bean soup to the young couple.
The heat obviously affected the girl as she grabbed the bowl and gulped down a big mouthful right away. The moment the mung bean soup touched her lips, her eyes widened like an animated character in an exaggerated way. Without even being fully aware of it, she guzzled down the cooling soup in one go, leaving just a layer of very soft mung beans at the bottom.
“Why are you drinking so fast? Be careful not to choke,” the boyfriend was startled by his girlfriend’s way of drinking the soup.
After downing her bowl, the girl felt it wasn’t enough. She scooped up a spoonful of mung beans and chewed them carefully in her mouth, reveling in the cool sweetness of the beans. She felt refreshed all over.
“Their mung bean soup is especially delicious,” the girl exclaimed with surprise. “It’s really amazing, so good it doesn’t even seem like mung bean soup.”
The girl didn’t hide her praise at all.
Her boyfriend couldn’t help but laugh, “How can it be so good it doesn’t even seem like mung bean soup? Is it red bean soup then?”
The girl, somewhat annoyed, lightly hit her boyfriend’s arm, “Really, the one they make upstairs is incredibly delicious. If you don’t believe me, try it. Another bowl of mung bean soup for me, please.”
Only then did the boyfriend realize his girlfriend wasn’t joking. He lifted the bowl and took a big sip of the mung bean soup, finishing it off and wanting more.
“I’ll have another bowl too!”
Just as the couple was adamantly requesting another bowl, a mother walked into the shop with two children in tow.
Children are always lively and extroverted, without any concealment of their thoughts and desires. As soon as the two children entered the shop and saw Sun Maochai drinking the mung bean soup, they pointed at it and called out loudly, “Mom, I want mung bean soup too!”
There’s nothing wrong with children wanting mung bean soup; it’s not like bubble tea or fried chicken that parents desperately avoid like the plague.
The young mother led her two children to the table next to the young couple and whispered, “Waiter, two bowls, no, three bowls of mung bean soup, and also a serving of shrimp dumplings, please.”
Sun Jikai, who had witnessed the entire process, was confused.
He wasn’t a fool; of course he knew why these customers had come into the shop, but he really couldn’t understand why they did.
“This works?” Sun Jikai was amazed.
“Of course, it does.” Jiang Feng gave a slight smile, hiding his talent and fame, and went to the kitchen to simmer more mung bean soup.
At this rate, the two pots he had simmered in the morning were probably not going to be enough to sell.
