The first food stall in the wasteland

"Damn it." Lao Zhuang muttered, "Why are there so few people ordering food today?"

The chef came over and handed over a cigarette, "In this kind of weather, business is going to be good and bad intermittently, and that's normal."

"It shouldn't be. Like these two people, they are regular customers of our food court. They have been eating at my house since I first opened. When the weather is bad, they basically eat takeout from my house."

"Maybe you're not home today?"

"How dare they go out in a strong sandstorm?" Lao Zhuang hummed, "If my son hadn't awakened his superpower, who would be able to deliver food in this weather?"

Zhuang Qiang, Lao Zhuang's son, has awakened the power to strengthen his body, which allows him to dig his feet deeply into the ground.

This power is pretty useless, and Zhuang Qiang has no interest in being a mercenary, so the power level has always been one.

He simply worked as a salted fish at home and occasionally delivered takeaways to his family, which was considered to be the best use of his money.

The chef stopped talking. He didn't order takeout today. He was so idle that he just sat across from the boss and smoked and chatted.

As soon as twelve o'clock arrived, the faint sound of engines could be heard in the yellow sandstorm.

At first, the chef thought he heard wrongly, but when the car body appeared in front of him, he couldn't help but let out a roar.

"Isn't this a military armored vehicle? Why did it come here?"

Lao Zhuang was stunned for a moment, and the cigarette butt he finished smoking burned his fingers.

He hissed, threw down the cigarette butt, walked to the door, looked carefully, and cursed hard.

"What the fuck!"

"What's wrong, boss?"

“This is Xiaolu Gourmet’s cart!”

While scolding, Lao Zhuang opened the optical computer and found the Xiaolu Gourmet mini program. After registering and logging in, he saw that, sure enough, the delivery range today was extended to his store.

No wonder no one ordered takeout from him today. They all ordered takeout from Xiaolu Gourmet.

Okay, okay, what a little girl movie, are you going to steal his business?

Lao Zhuang clicked on the Chamber of Commerce group and started to refresh the screen.

Jiaishiyuan Laozhuang: @小鹿cuisine What do you mean? Don’t you know that Block 12 is my territory?

Jiasiyuan Laozhuang: @小鹿cuisine’s delivery address today deliberately added the 12th block, deliberately targeting me?

Jiaishiyuan Laozhuang: @小鹿美食 came out to speak, what the hell do you mean?

Jiaicaiyuan Laozhuang: @小鹿美食don’t pretend to be dead, I’m telling you, little girl, if you don’t give me an explanation today, I’ll let you make money but lose your life!

Only Lao Zhuang was going crazy in the group, and everyone else was tacitly watching the show.

It was only after lunch that Shen Lu discovered that Jiashiyuan Laozhuang had received hundreds of messages in the chamber of commerce.

She was criticized for every one of them, either questioning or scolding her. Those who didn't know it thought they had some grudge against killing their wife and taking away their children.

Shen Lu thought for a while and replied slowly.

Xiaolu Food: It’s so cold, but the boss is still so angry? Is it menopause? You need to pay attention to it.

Jiashiyuan Laozhuang: Dare the dead girl come out? Stop pretending here, you don’t have to worry about retribution for doing such a wicked thing!

Xiaolu Food: Huh? Why are there dogs barking here?

Jiaishiyuan Laozhuang: Shen Lu, I am a fool!

Xiaolu Food: Oops, it’s so noisy. I can’t understand what the beast is saying.

Xiaolu Food: There are a lot of orders today. If you are tired, go and have a rest. Good afternoon everyone.

After saying good afternoon, Shen Lu closed the dialog box and ignored the crazy Lao Zhuang again.

Lao Zhuang was stunned, and his heart almost exploded.

He knew that Shen Lu was not a good person, but he didn't expect her to be so unreasonable. Feeling very aggrieved, Lao Zhuang turned to the newly appointed president of the Chamber of Commerce, Mr. Pan.

Jiasiyuan Laozhuang: Is President Pan available? I have some ideas about the takeout platform.

Mr. Pan and Lao Zhuang really knew each other. It was many years ago. At that time, Mr. Pan was not married yet. Whenever he made money, he would always eat out at the Food Garden. As they went back and forth, the two of them would interact.

However, as Mr. Pan's business grew bigger and bigger, the two of them saw each other less, but their relationship still remained.

Mr. Pan: Lao Zhuang, you are yelling again. I have already said that you can just call me Lao Pan. Don’t call me President Pan. President Pan, please give me more points.

Jiashiyuan Laozhuang: How can that be done?

Mr. Pan: Okay, let’s get down to business.

Mr. Pan: I am also very troubled about the food delivery platform. As you know, the biggest reason why I can’t do it is that there is no suitable transportation.

Mr. Pan was happy to be the president of the Chamber of Commerce, but it was also a headache to deal with the mess left by Boss Jin.

Last year, Boss Jin used the establishment of a food delivery platform to make a lot of money from merchants, and asked people to do a half-baked program, and then there was no follow-up.

Of course Boss Jin doesn’t really want to build a food delivery platform, he is just looking for an excuse to make money.

Mr. Pan has just taken office, and he still wants to do something practical to prove himself. Now that it is the dust season, the food delivery platform that everyone calls for the most is this.

But there was nothing he could do about it.

Jiashiyuan Laozhuang: I'm here to tell you about this. I know someone who can help.

Mr. Pan: Who?

Jiasiyuan Laozhuang: The owner of Xiaolu Food got a military armored vehicle from somewhere. President Pan, I think we can commandeer her vehicle so that the food delivery platform can go online, right?

Mr. Pan: Military armored vehicle? real or fake?

Jiasiyuan Laozhuang: Really, if you don’t believe it, I’ll take a photo of it for you. It’s right near my store.

Lao Zhuang quickly asked his son to go out, take a photo and send it.

Mr. Pan took a look and realized it was true.

Mr. Pan: OK, I will ask someone to negotiate. Thank you, Lao Zhuang.

Jiashiyuan Laozhuang: Thank you, I also want the merchants in Xiacheng District to have a better life, that’s right.

Lao Zhuang smiled coldly, poured a cup of tea and drank it happily.

How dare a junior show off in front of him?

She really didn't know how to live or die, so she asked him to teach her what it means to be a good person with your tail between your legs!

So what if I can get a car? Can I keep it?

Strictly speaking, his relationship with Mr. Pan was just a casual acquaintance. Naturally, it was impossible for him to do something stupid like running to Mr. Pan for justice after he was wronged.

But if he passes Shen Lu's car in front of Mr. Pan and links it to the food delivery platform, Shen Lu's car will basically not be saved.

Oh, I really can’t wait to see the scene in the movie where that damn girl forces a smile on her face and has to offer the car with both hands. That must be very relaxing and wonderful!

Shen Lu had no idea that Lao Zhuang had dug such a big hole for her behind his back.

But even if she knew, she wasn't afraid.

What happened to Mr. Pan?

Boss Jin was not the president of the Chamber of Commerce before, so he died simply.

However, Shen Lu is not someone who likes to stir up trouble. If Lao Zhuang hadn't first come to the store to cause trouble, and then said some annoying words in the chamber of commerce group, she would not have deliberately opened up the qualification for takeout delivery in the 12th neighborhood.

Block Twelve is not on the same route as Yinhai Building and the Stronghold of the Gale Mercenary Group. It's not convenient at all to deliver food because you have to go around a lot.

She did this just to cure Lao Zhuang's bad mouth.

It rained heavily this morning. When I came back from seeing my mother off, the rain became lighter.

I understand. I deliberately embarrass office workers.