I used to be called Niu Million

Chapter 237 Goodbye to my past self
Especially those self-employed owners from the countryside in the night market, everyone is not convinced by Niu Wenju. Why can Niu Wenju, a latecomer, dare to be so popular, but not himself?

In the minds of these people, not long ago, Niu Wenju was just a bum pushing a snack cart and setting up a stall on the street, without even a shop, but now he has entered the house and is doing better than himself, which is unacceptable.

But secretly, more and more people began to copy Niu Wenju's dishes and business model, taking this World Cup consumption wave as an example.

Niu Wenju bought one projection screen, and their store bought three if it was a little bigger.

Niu Wenju recharged the card and they also recharged the card, and they also followed suit in making posters in Niu Wenju's shop, but they didn't pay attention to the essence of Niu Wenju's design.

Some merchants imitated Niu Wenju and set up the kitchen at the door, but they did not pay attention to the internal structure of Niu Wenju's kitchen, and left the gas at the door where people come and go. This is absolutely not allowed in the fire protection law.

In order to increase the space in the store, some people imitated Niu Wenju and set up a table at the door, making the entrance and exit very narrow. This is the case of the owner of the fire that broke out this time.

A huge barbecue restaurant is now burning like charcoal. Fortunately, someone turned off the main gas valve on that street, otherwise it would have exploded by now.

Even so, the firefighters still struggled to extinguish the flames in the store.

There were three shops in the surrounding area, and the one on the left was half burned, and the one on the right was a third burned. The three bosses stood there and quarreled.

As for the surrounding restaurants, they are not doing well, and it is expected that the number of customers will decrease accordingly.

"Huh, I'm exhausted, brother Wenju, do you have buns?"

After working for most of the morning, Wei Wuliu and a few colleagues went to Niu Wenju's shop to find something to eat before they even took off their equipment. During the past few days during the World Cup, there were constant fires, and Wei Wuliu couldn't even sleep well. .

"Yes, Tong Wan, serve steamed stuffed buns, pork with sauerkraut, we brothers love to eat... hurry to the door and wash your face!"

Looking at these childish faces, Niu Wenju felt a little distressed. After the fire, several people's faces turned into Bao Gong.

Especially Wei Wuliu, his nose and eyes are black. In people's words, Wei Wuliu is a desperate Saburo, always the first to rush into the fire.

"Eat slowly, no one will grab you!"

Watching Wei Wuliu desperately pouring it into his mouth?To stuff the buns, Niu Wenju brought over a bowl of porridge and reminded him loudly that the other firefighters did not hesitate.

Recently, I have so many tasks that I don't have time to eat properly.

In addition, Niu Wenju's steamed stuffed buns were delicious, and the plates in front of several people were quickly emptied. Tong Wan and Deng Bin took turns to pick up steamed stuffed buns and there was not enough to eat.

"Eat a few bros, don't eat too much and it's easy to get full! The captain called out, you don't have enough buns when you see the buns..."

A man who looked like a leader approached the store, patted Wei Wuliu on the back and reminded him loudly, took two buns and stuffed them into his mouth as well.

"Sixteen...cough cough, if I don't eat, I really can't eat any more, it's comfortable, huh!"

Looking up to the sky, Wei Wuliu felt a rare sense of comfort in his stomach. After such a long time, the taste of his hometown is still delicious.

"Count these seventeen? My good fellow, with your appetite, who can support you if you turn into a woman? Tsk tsk tsk..."

The leader was also binge eating buns for three mouthfuls, but his heart trembled when he saw Wei Wuliu eating seventeen buns.

Buns the size of an adult's fist! !It's not the size of a bull's eyeball. Most people feel overwhelmed after eating five.

"It's okay, come here to eat whatever you want, I will take care of how much you eat, don't worry, you guys eat more than ten buns as a treat!"

Looking at Wei Wuliu's appearance, Niu Wenju thought of himself back then, who was so good at eating when he had no bottom in his stomach, so he simply reassured a few people.

"Really, I have to eat eleven for this meal, so call them over and eat!"

"okay!"

"Hahaha……"

I am familiar with Niu Wenju, and with a wave of the big leader's hand, a group of firefighters all rushed into Niu Wenju's big bun shop to eat buns. In fact, no one asked Niu Wenju to pay. This group of people is more particular than society.

However, Wei Wuliu's nickname has spread. Everyone who came to eat today remembered that the other party ate seventeen buns. I don't know who was the first to call the nickname Seventeen. Gradually, everyone They all followed suit.

Wei Wuliu wasn't disgusted either, and being able to eat it wasn't a bad thing.

Of course, this nickname is also beneficial. Everyone around knows that Niu Wenju's steamed stuffed buns are delicious, otherwise, who can eat seventeen in one meal?
The next step for Niu Wenju is to deal with the transfer of household registration. It is not difficult for Liu Haiyang to do this kind of thing. He greeted the police from the nearby police station, and Niu Wenju's account directly fell into the public account of the restaurant.

After all the formalities were completed here, Niu Wenju packed his simple equipment, cleaned up the mini car, and drove straight to his hometown of Xingnong alone.

As a small town pulled by a train, there is a huge billboard at the intersection of Xingnong: Development is the last word!Impressively in the row, the second-generation leader is waving in the direction of the train, which is a sign of the times and fits well with the town of Xingnong.

The south of the entire county is the political center of Bagang, and the north is the economic center of Xingnong. Niu Wenju's hometown is a small village under a small town under Xingnong.

The car passed Xingnong No. [-] Middle School, looking at the magnificent school gate, Niu Wenju had envy in his eyes.

If family conditions allow, Niu Wenju is also a student of this school. The rate of admission to higher education was very high that year, and anyone who can be admitted to this school will have a feast in the village.

"Tattoo..."

After getting off the middle-line highway, the car entered the rural dirt road. The bad road conditions made the mini-car with poor shock absorption a little bit bumpy. Niu Wenju tried his best to control the steering wheel.

The driver of the passing line car took a vigilant look into the mini-car, and refueled and left after seeing that no one was being pulled.

"Take this away, and you will become a person in a big city in the future! I was expecting to visit you in Dalian, but you went to Harbin, what a pity!"

Li Shengli completed all the procedures for Niu Wenju, and then a brand new household registration booklet, Niu Wenju's page was stamped and moved out. From then on, Niu Wenju was completely cut off from the small mountain village in his hometown.

"It's easy to eat seafood, and you can eat it in Harbin. The most indispensable thing in my barbecue restaurant is seafood! Also, if you want to play, go to Li Village, call me before you go, and I will ask someone to prepare a pass for you. Isn't it just a pastime?"

Leaving the souvenirs in his pocket to Li Shengliu, Niu Wenju put down his water glass, and had to drive back today without drinking.

　The boss urged me to post another one at night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)