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Clay pot chicken rice (Jiangcheng University branch).

After a busy day, Zhang Bing stood at the cashier, beaming as he tallied up the day's earnings.

It didn't matter if he didn't order, but after ordering, he found that today's turnover was three times higher than usual.

Zhang Bing couldn't stop smiling; his mouth was so wide it could fit two eggs.

This isn't the end of it. Today, he's only been a bystander; most people are still unaware that he angrily rebuked Liu Xiaoyue.

They haven't fully capitalized on the traffic yet, but Zhang Bing is incredibly clever.

He recorded a video of himself scolding Liu Xiaoyue. Once the video was uploaded online, it would generate even more traffic than it does today!

Thinking of this, Zhang Bing, his body trembling, took out his phone and extracted the video from the camera, uploading it to Douyin.

The headline reads, "The owner of Zhengyi Waxiang Chicken restaurant discovered that students from Jiangcheng University were scumbags eating at his restaurant. He kicked them out in public and declared that he would not earn money from them nor cook for such morally corrupt students."

Soon, the video's views went from hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands, and they're still rising.

In the comments section under Zhang Bing's video:

"This boss is really domineering. He shouldn't have sold food to such scum."

"Yes, we'd rather make money than let that scumbag Liu Xiaoyue eat. Boss, we support you!"

"The students at Jiangcheng University have no manners. A few days ago, I went to Jiangcheng University and saw them beating people up."

"They just stopped for a moment on the road while riding their will-o'-the-wisp."

"That group of people beat up the kids, and all I did was say a few words of justice."

"Boss, since you're so generous, we can't let you suffer a loss. Let's smash up the store!"

"If the store is packed, I'll drive hundreds of miles to try it."

"Let's go together! Let's go together!"

"Yeah, who wouldn't want to come here after a long day at work and enjoy a delicious meal of clay pot chicken?"

Looking at the rapidly increasing traffic and the comments section full of supportive messages, Zhang Bing beamed with joy.

He immediately pinned his store's address to the top of the comments section.

Then, his fingers flew across the screen, typing rapidly and stirring up the emotions of those below.

"It's okay. I'm not doing this for traffic. It's just because I can't stand these kinds of students."

"He's using the country's money and doing things like this. If he graduates and becomes an official, he'll bring disaster to us ordinary people."

His comment reignited the emotions of the commenters, who began cursing Liu Xiaoyue.

However, one comment caught Zhang Bing's attention.

AAAAA Jiangcheng Vocational Technical School students love ordering takeout (they just escaped from under the Demon Suppression Tower):

"Boss, don't worry, I'm a student at Jiangcheng Vocational and Technical College."

"I just can't stand the college students at Jiangcheng University. So what if they're good at studying? Does being good at studying equate to being a good person?"

"I've rallied my classmates to support you. We absolutely won't let your shop lose money. We'll order takeout from you tomorrow."

"Great, great, great! Our food delivery service is now available. We welcome all the folks in Jiangcheng to order!"

With the support of those in the comments section, Zhang Bing felt like he was floating on air.

He really envisioned the future when his store would become the biggest online celebrity store.

But just then, an untimely voice rang out.

Xiao Wei, the waiter at the clay pot chicken rice restaurant, approached Zhang Bing and asked in a low voice:

"Boss, is this really okay?"

"We have no grudge against Liu Xiaoyue, so there's no need for us to slander a young girl like this, is there?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Bing's happy face instantly turned gloomy, and he snorted coldly:

"What do you know!"

"Liu Xiaoyue deserves it, and it's an honor for her that she can increase my traffic."

"She only lost a little reputation, what's the big deal? Are all college students this dramatic?"

"Can……"

The waiter was about to say something when Zhang Bing interrupted him, scolding him impatiently:

"But what 'but'? I'm the store manager."

"Just do your own job, why are you meddling so much? Are you just bored and have nothing better to do?"

After saying that, Zhang Bing ignored the waiter and prepared to leave and go home.

As Zhang Bing reached the door, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and said seriously:

"By the way, prepare well for tomorrow, and order more ingredients as soon as you need them."

"People from several nearby neighborhoods have said they order takeout."

"If you mess this up, I won't let you off the hook."

On his way home, Zhang Bing hummed a little tune, his lips just wouldn't soften.

Zhang Bing has a good business sense.

He knew that even with a large customer flow, he could only make so much money by relying on the store's customers.

The size of the store space is shown here.

Food delivery is different; there's no need to clear tables, orders are concentrated, and meals can be prepared all at once...

It greatly saves manpower, and there is no upper limit.

This is precisely why he spent a lot of money to sign an exclusive contract with the food delivery platform.

He believed that even if only one-tenth of the many people in Jiangcheng were attracted by the videos he uploaded, they would end up ordering takeout from his restaurant.

He made a fortune and became a winner in life from then on.

Especially with the huge boost in traffic from his reprimand of Liu Xiaoyue.

Jiangcheng Vocational Technical School and the people of Jiangcheng will probably be scrambling to order his takeout.

And things turned out exactly as Zhang Bing had predicted.

At Jiangcheng Vocational Technical School, Cao Yuan saw the video uploaded by Zhang Bing and then shared the video and Waxiang Chicken takeout in a group of over a hundred people.

The group is named "Jiangda Black Industry Brothers Group (Su Yu is dead, the gray industry should rise)".

"Guys, turn your phones on!"

"It's time to use the 'Refund Only' option for your target clay pot chicken delivery!"

"Moreover, times have changed. Technology changes lives. When we receive takeout, we must use AI to edit the images so that the merchants can compensate us."

"Make sure you fleece this clay pot chicken!"

However, Cao Yuan suddenly realized something, his expression changed drastically, and he highlighted a line of text in red on the group announcement:

"Although Su Yu, who suppressed us, is gone and we are liberated, others who were suppressed by Chairman Su will also awaken."

"Brothers, be careful, our old nemesis—Zhang Feng, the ancient Greek god of theft."

"Keep a close eye on your takeout, don't let him steal it!!!"

"receive!!!"

"Things are getting interesting; our old rivals are all back."

"I want to see whether I've taken more or Zhang Feng has stolen more!"

…………

Meanwhile, in a dormitory room at Jiangcheng Vocational Technical School, Zhang Feng's desk was piled high with roast duck, Crazy Thursday snacks...

There was barely enough room on one table, and what's even more outrageous is the amount of milk tea – not just one cup, but the whole table!

Shanghai Old Man, Mixue Fire City, Big Water, Tea Thousand Ways...

Zhang Feng's behavior was even more extravagant; he would take a sip of the milk tea and then throw it directly into the trash can.

Today is his first day after being released from quarantine, and the things on the table are his spoils of war.

Zhang Feng sat with his legs crossed, sipping his milk tea with one hand and scrolling through his phone with the other, watching Zhang Bing's videos.

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

"I, Zhang Feng, am back again!"

"Let me see what's going on with the clay pot chicken!"

Zhang Feng's mission objectives for tomorrow have been determined.

On the very first day, the two demons from Jiangcheng Vocational Technical School had already set their sights on this Waxiang Chicken Rice restaurant.

At that moment, Zhang Bing, who was dreaming of getting rich, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

A strange chill instantly swept over his entire body.

He pulled the blanket tighter over himself, but no matter how he pulled, half of the blanket was missing.

It made him feel a chill in his hands and feet.

It's clearly summer.

Zhang Bing muttered in confusion:

"What's wrong with me? Why do I have this ominous feeling?"

But soon, the joy in his heart overwhelmed the unease that had arisen.

"Business must be so booming tomorrow that we don't have enough ingredients. I have to get up early tomorrow to prepare them!"