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Lu Xingbang watched the scene all night yesterday. It was not that he finally realized that he was dedicated to work, but that he was so excited that he couldn't sleep when he thought that he could make half a dollar a day today.

God knows how sad life would be without Boss Guo’s extra money!

Lu Xingbang could only sigh with emotion, it is really difficult to go from luxury to frugality!

Because he was afraid that his younger brothers would scare the guests with their ferocious looks, Lu Xingbang still chose to use the second-eldest classmates of the Song family to help him, and only brought two younger brothers with him to run errands.

Student boys are cheap and easy to use.

He stood behind the stall and just collected money, while the student boy was responsible for filling and packaging the snacks.

The people at the front of the queue were all regular customers. Knowing that this dim sum stall was doing a booming business and that the children at home loved to eat, they came early and lined up.

After more than a dozen people, a stranger finally appeared. She was a young girl with short ear-length hair. It could be seen that she was still studying. She was probably a middle school student.

She glanced at Lu Xingbang cautiously and asked tentatively: "Sir, can you say something, pretty girl, why don't you buy cakes?"

Lu Xingbang was stunned and couldn't help but laugh. The little girl was probably not confident about her appearance. Boss Lu, who made half a million dollars a day, was in a good mood and didn't mind doing a good deed every day. He smiled brightly: "Pretty girl, would you like to buy some cake?"

The next second, the young girl shouted as if she was frightened, turned around and ran away.

Lu Xingbang's smile froze on his face: "..."

what the hell!

The student next to me was carrying a bag of packed bowl cakes and was at a loss: "Boss, this cake? She paid for it."

Lu Xingbang grabbed it, tore off the seal, grabbed a piece of bowl cake and threw it into his mouth: "I'll eat it!"

Just treat this girl with mental illness as compensation for his mental illness!

……

Half an hour later, Lu Xingbang stared thoughtfully at the seven bags of sealed bowl cakes in front of him. Something was wrong, very wrong. Everyone asked him to say the same line, and after saying it, he ran away again!
He stretched out his hand to summon Ah Scar, who was lazing against a big tree not far away. He pointed at the packets of snacks in front of him and told him about his strange experience, "... Brother Qi, do you know what's going on?"

A Scar looked at Lu Xingbang with strange eyes: "You don't know? Just a ghost story serialized in the Express a few days ago——"

Lu Xingbang's brows furrowed. His appetite was taken away by Ah Huanyang. Now he doesn't like reading newspapers by himself at all. He only reads a few popular articles serialized in Ming Pao every day. As for the serials in other newspapers -

Sorry, I'm late. It's past his reading interest period.

Ghost story…!
Lu Xingbang snorted coldly and ordered: "Go get one and show it to me, hurry up!"

After saying that, he kicked A Ba on the butt and gave him a boost of speed, while he retreated to the side of the stall - until the situation becomes clear, he'd better stay behind the scenes.

Ah Ba has always been efficient in doing things, and this time was no exception. Ten minutes later, he found an express newspaper, turned to the headlines on the side page, and handed it to Lu Xingbang.

Lu Xingbang stretched out his hand to take it and asked casually: "Where did you find it?"

A Scar responded honestly: "Scrap station."

Lu Xingbang paused. No wonder the newspaper smelled sour when he got close to it, just like a white vest worn for seven days in the summer!
However, it is not easy to ask A Scar to find another copy. Lu Xingbang also knows that old issues of this kind are indeed the easiest to find in scrapyards.

He retracted his hand and directly ordered: "Put the newspaper up, raise it higher, raise it higher, okay!"

A Scar: "..."

...I want to change the boss...Mr. Guo, will you accept him?

Lu Xingbang pinched his nose and started reading. He finished the short story in just a cup of tea. Lu Xingbang waved his hand and motioned for Ah Ba to take the newspaper away and throw it away.

He touched his chin with one hand, and after a moment, he chuckled: "Interesting."

Soon, the young and handsome male stall owner sounded with a confident voice:
"Pretty girl, do you want to buy a cake?!" "Pretty boy, do you want to buy a cake?!"

"Beautiful... pretty grandma, do you want to buy cakes?!"

……

When all the ladies arrived, they saw the dim sum stall in front of the Kowloon Theater. As expected, there was a long queue, and everyone stood on tiptoes, stretched their necks, and looked forward to it. Their faces were full of excitement and excitement. And with the slightest hint of fear.

The screams that came from time to time in front also made people extremely nervous and expectant - just like queuing in front of a haunted house. I was already nervous, but there were screams from time to time in the haunted house, which made it even more exciting!
A group of ladies came to the end of the queue anxiously and excitedly.

After queuing for more than half an hour, the wife who was first in line finally saw the young male stall owner after paying the bill——

Handsome and sunny, the whole person is like a hot melting pot——

Exactly the same as described in the novel!
The next second, he grinned, revealing a row of small white teeth, and asked with a smile: "Pretty girl, do you want to buy cakes?"

The young lady screamed uncontrollably, grabbed the paper bag and ran away!

Lu Xingbang: "..."

Bad review!

Whose wife is this? She’s so bad!

I was so scared that I still remembered the snack bag!
Lu Xingbang has made the calculation, and he and Song Huanxi have a [-]-[-] split. But if the snacks sold are sold again, all the money he gets will belong to him, Lu!
This is a business with no capital and huge profits!

Think about it, before this disappointing wife, he had sold this snack nine times!

Almost perfect!

Lu Xingbang said something bad in his heart and looked at the next customer with a smile: "Beautiful girl, do you want to buy some cake?"

……

The ladies walked on the road in shock, with nervous and excited expressions on their faces.

"Oh, I didn't expect that what Mrs. Ghost wrote was actually true!"

"Oh my God, he almost scared me to death when he asked me just now!"

The ladies' eyes involuntarily fell on the snack bags in their hands. The older ladies took action one after another, tore open the bags, picked up the snacks, and tasted them.

These ladies, who are pampered and enjoy all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas, gave very pertinent comments:

“The flour is good and the juice is fresh.”

"The heat is just right, and the Q bombs don't stick to the teeth."

“It tastes really good!”

It made several young ladies scratch their heads and dare not eat it.

Obviously, they really believed what Mrs. Ghost said in her novel: the young and strong male stall owner sells cakes to absorb youth and vitality!

The wives of the Guo family did not attend the previous birthday party of the Governor's wife because the Governor's wife was too young and could only be regarded as a junior. They only sent a few daughters-in-law of their nephews.

I heard today that I was coming to buy cakes, and at the instigation of the second wife, they all came with me.

The eldest lady smiled at the right time and said: "The female ghost before was also looking for a strong young man. Even if you want to find this young man, you have to find a man as strong as a calf!"

"What are you afraid of?"