After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

however.

Some are happy, while others are sad; some are even so angry that their teeth bleed.

At this moment.

The small office of the University Town Night Market Management Office was filled with smoke, and the atmosphere was frighteningly oppressive.

"Snapped!"

A heavy enamel mug was slammed onto the table, spilling tea all over the floor.

The person who smashed the cup was Zhou Qiang, the manager of this night market, nicknamed "Zhou the Skinflint".

He wore a tightly taut uniform, his face was full of menacing features, his nose was red and swollen from long-term alcoholism, and his triangular eyes gleamed with greed and malice.

Sitting opposite him was Old Zhang, the man who sold fried noodles, and a few other vendors who were usually very familiar with Zhou Bapi.

"What did you say? Twenty thousand?!"

Zhou Qiang glared at Lao Zhang with his triangular eyes, his voice sharp and shrill with jealousy, "Are you fucking kidding me? A street vendor earning 20,000 yuan in one night? You couldn't even rob a bank that fast!"

Old Zhang wore a bitter face and slapped his thigh repeatedly.

"Brother Zhou! It's absolutely true! I was standing not far from him last night! The line was so long it completely blocked the road! Look, this is a video from the internet!"

Old Zhang took out his phone and played the video of "Qin Lang stealing eggs".

In the video, the frantic notification sounds of scanning QR codes were like sharp knives stabbing into the hearts of the people in the room.

"One hundred yuan for an egg... fifty yuan for a bowl of rice..."

Zhou Qiang watched the video, his Adam's apple bobbing violently. He had been a manager at this night market for seven or eight years, extorting money and favors, and at most he could only make a few thousand yuan a month in side income.

But that new kid earned two months' worth of his money in just one night?!

What annoyed him the most was that this kid had made so much money, yet he hadn't even offered him a single pack of cigarettes!

This is simply disregarding Zhou Qiang!

"Brother Zhou, you have no idea."

A nearby vendor selling fried skewers chimed in, his face contorted with resentment, "Ever since that kid came, our business is completely ruined! Those students would rather queue for an hour at his stall than buy my skewers! Last night, a whole truckload of my stock went bad! I lost hundreds of dollars!"

"Yeah, Brother Zhou! That kid's a menace! He's sucking the blood out of our entire night market!"

"How are we supposed to survive if he keeps doing this? Brother Zhou, you have to stand up for the brothers!"

The group chattered amongst themselves, venting all their anger and jealousy on Lin Fan.

In reality, they all knew that their business was bad because the food was unpalatable and unhygienic, but admitting their own incompetence was too difficult, while blaming others was too easy.

As Zhou Qiang listened to these words, the greed in his eyes grew stronger.

He silently did some calculations in his mind:

Twenty thousand a day, that's six hundred thousand a month.

That's over seven million a year!

"hiss--"

Zhou Qiang gasped.

This isn't a street stall; it's a mobile gold mine!

In this area, no one has ever dared to make so much money under his nose without giving him a single drop of soup.

"Don't know the rules."

Zhou Qiang snorted coldly, exhaling two puffs of smoke from his nostrils. "In this night market, dragons have to coil up for me, and tigers have to lie low. Trying to hog it all? Aren't you afraid of stuffing yourself to death!"

Old Zhang's eyes darted around, and he leaned close to Zhou Qiang's ear and whispered:

"Brother Zhou, this kid's a new face. Judging from his accent, he's not a local. He has a daughter who's got a child to support, and he doesn't seem to have any connections. I think there's definitely something wrong with his recipe, otherwise how could it sell for such a high price and still have so many people buying it? Maybe..."

"You mean..." Zhou Qiang narrowed his eyes.

"Either it contains something addictive, or the formula is incredibly valuable!" Old Zhang said sinisterly. "Brother Zhou, if we could get our hands on this formula, or make him pay half of the profits as a 'management fee' every day..."

Upon hearing "half the profit," Zhou Qiang's breathing instantly became heavy.

Ten thousand a day!

Why would he need to go to work anymore? He could just lie down and count his money!

"Old Zhang, you're right."

Zhou Qiang suddenly stood up, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

"Suspected of price gouging, disrupting market order, failing to meet hygiene standards... there are many reasons."

He straightened his crooked peaked cap, picked up the rubber stick on the table, and patted it in his hand.

"Let's go! Call a few of the security guards. Today we'll teach this newbie a lesson about 'rules'!"

"If he knows what's good for him, that's fine; if he doesn't..."

A ruthless glint flashed in Zhou Qiang's eyes. "Then confiscate his stall! Get him out of this night market!"

……

……

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun hadn't completely set yet, but the entrance to the University Town Night Market was already experiencing an astonishing level of congestion.

At this time on ordinary days, vendors are just starting to set up their stalls, while students are still playing games in their dormitories.

But today.

Hundreds of diners, armed with phones, selfie sticks, and even folding stools, gathered early at Lin Fan's usual stall location.

"Why isn't it here yet? I'm so worried!"

"I skipped evening self-study just for this fried rice; if the teacher finds out, he'll kill me!"

"Dude, are you doing that for the fried rice? I bet you're here to see the boss, right? I heard he's devastatingly handsome?"

"Pshaw, superficial! I'm after that tea egg that can 'bring the dead back to life'!"

Among the crowd were not only students, but also many white-collar workers in suits, and even a few rich kids who had parked their luxury cars on the side of the road.

This scene was even more popular than some celebrity meet-and-greets.

Just when everyone was eagerly anticipating it.

“Ding Di—”

A crisp horn sounded.

A brand-new Wuling Hongguang van, incredibly stylish, drove through the crowd and slowly came to a stop in that familiar corner.

The car door opened.

Lin Fan, wearing the faded apron, got off the bus carrying Tuantuan.

"Here he comes! The Egg God is here!"

"Holy crap! The boss got a new car! A Wuling Hongguang! It's got an amazing vibe!"

"Hahaha, I knew the boss was a practical person. Earning 20,000 a day, he bought a Wuling minivan. So down-to-earth!"

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Lin Fan smiled and nodded to everyone, then skillfully opened the trunk and took out a folding table, a gas cylinder, and the crucial stainless steel drum.

"Sorry to keep you all waiting."

As Lin Fan set up his stall, he announced loudly, "To thank everyone for their support, I've prepared extra ingredients today. Two hundred servings of fried rice and two hundred tea eggs!"

"Wow!! Long live the boss!"

"Great! I finally managed to snag one today!"

Upon hearing that the number had doubled, an even louder cheer erupted from the crowd.

however.

Just as Lin Fan lit the gas stove, and the familiar blue flames began to leap up...

A piercing whistle suddenly shattered the harmonious and enthusiastic atmosphere.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Can't you see law enforcement?!"

"Are you all causing trouble? Disperse!"