Salted fish turning system

"Oh? Zhiqiang, have you noticed that there seem to be a lot fewer people coming today than in the past?" Zhao Mu said in surprise.

"Is there? It seems that there is still a long queue of tens of meters. Anyway, no matter how many people there are, we don't have to worry about not being able to sell our fried rice, and you don't have to worry about it, Brother Mu." Sun Zhiqiang laughed.

At this time, a person who happened to draw a medium number came in to buy fried rice and said, "Boss Zhao, don't you know? Your Xiaojun Hotel in Wancheng Street has also launched a new product, which claims to be on par with Boss Zhao's fried rice." It also said that it would be free for people to taste, but as a result, many people who did not get a number passed by."

"Hahaha, they will be 100% disappointed. Actually, they can catch up with my brother Mu's fried rice? Give them another 20 years, and they will not be able to have half the level of my brother Mu." Sun Zhiqiang laughed.

"That's right, I also believe that Boss Zhao's fried rice is absolutely impossible to be surpassed by others. This should be just a publicity method of those businesses, using Boss Zhao as a gimmick." The guest also laughed.

At this moment, an excited voice came from outside the door: "Why are you still queuing here? The fried rice at the Xiaojun Hotel in the street is not much worse than this one. It's also delicious. , I still can’t forget it after eating. And they don’t have a limit, and they have cooked more than 40 fried rice in a while.”

"Really? How about I go and taste it?"

"How is it possible? I believe Boss Zhao's rice is the best. How can other people's fried rice compare with Boss Zhao's."

"Although it's not as delicious as Boss Zhao's food, it's not much different. The most important thing is that the service quality of that restaurant is good. You don't need to queue up, and there are seats for you to eat and drink in the room with the air conditioner blowing."

Afterwards, the number of people queuing at Zhao Mu's door decreased a lot. Although it was more lively than ordinary shops, compared to before, it could be described as sparsely populated.

"Is this really evil? Is there really someone who can develop fried rice comparable to Brother Mu?" Sun Zhiqiang asked in surprise.

At this time, Zheng Ming also came out of the kitchen, and said with certainty: "It's impossible. Master Zhao's fried rice didn't have any changes in ingredients or production methods. The taste has been raised to the extreme. It is absolutely impossible to learn such a method in such a short few days. Even the old man, I have learned from Master Zhao for so long, and at most I can only say that I have mastered [-]% of Master Zhao's fire."

Just when Zhao Mu and others were wondering, a man walked in the door with a smug look on his face.

"Ha, Boss Zhao's business is booming'. Now the business can barely continue, but I guess in seven or eight days, Boss Zhao will close down."

The person who came to the door was the proud Liu Xiaojun. At this moment, Liu Xiaojun, who had successfully robbed Zhao Mu's business, ran over triumphantly to show off his power. Sure enough, he saw that the number of people in front of Zhao Mu's shop was far less than before.

"Do you still have some quality? You look like a villain. It's just right when there are fewer customers, so we don't have to be so busy." Sun Zhiqiang scolded.

At this time, Zhao Mu was silent, but silently looked at the triumphant Liu Xiaojun, feeling very surprised in his heart.

It stands to reason that no matter how Liu Xiaojun learned the secret of fried rice, he was able to snatch so much business from Zhao Mu's shop, and now Liu Xiaojun's luck should be in full swing.

But Zhao Mu took a closer look, and found that Liu Xiaojun's seal was black, and his whole body was full of bad luck, and an ominous aura flashed across his face from time to time, clearly showing that he was in bad luck.

"Boss Liu, it stands to reason that our two families are neighbors, and we should help each other. But you target our store everywhere, and even use your brother-in-law's relationship to intentionally raid my store... Now you run away again Come here to provoke, isn't it a little too much?" Zhao Mu said slowly.

"Now you know it's too much? Why didn't you think too much when you robbed me of all my business. Anyway, I'm going to stop talking today. Sooner or later, I will crush your shabby shop." Liu Xiaojun said .

"Then I also have something to advise you. If you do unrighteous deeds, you will die. You are facing bad luck now, and you will be imprisoned in the near future. I advise you to close the shop as soon as possible and find a place to cultivate yourself."

"Fart, don't you just try to bluff me just because you're a magic stick and can fool people. I'm lucky now, and my fortune is good. And my fried rice can be mass-produced, which is better than your poor restaurant. It’s much better for two people to cook, and after a while, I will export this fried rice to foreign countries, open branches abroad, and build my own catering kingdom.”

Seeing Liu Xiaojun's daydreaming appearance, Zhao Mu just smiled helplessly, and then went back to the kitchen to continue cooking rice, ignoring Liu Xiaojun.

Just when Zhao Mu had just returned to the kitchen, the phone on his waist suddenly rang.

"Huh? It's my mother's phone."

After graduating from university, Zhao Mu left home to go out and wander around. He has been doing nothing for a whole year, so he is embarrassed to go home to see his parents often, but now Zhao Mu can also be called successful and famous, and now he is also a man with a villa and a luxury car up.

After becoming famous, Zhao Mu also had the idea of ​​returning to his hometown. At least from elementary school to now, he has never given face to his parents. Part of the [-] is given to the parents.

Then Zhao Mu got on the phone and found a quiet place to chat with his mother.

"Xiao Mu, I've already persuaded you. Even if you don't do well outside, you don't have to stay home for so long to have a look. In the worst case, you can come back. I'll help you find a job at home. Look. Your cousin just found a good job in a state-owned enterprise, earning four to five thousand a month, and looks pretty good."

"Mom, you don't have to worry about this. I've saved a lot of money here in Tianjing. When I finish my high school reunion in a few days, I'll go home and see you old couple."

"Oh, our old couple are still in good shape, so you don't need to worry about it. The main reason you come back this time is that I plan to introduce you to a few partners. Aunt Sun who is next door to us is very good at introducing partners. Let him help you It’s definitely not a choice to introduce someone to.”

"Okay, okay, you don't have to worry about this, old man, I'll talk about it when I get home." Zhao Mu hung up the phone with a wry smile.

......

Indeed, as Zhao Mu expected, the business of the store on the second day was even more deserted. Every day when Zhao Mu came to visit the store, there was a long queue of tens of meters, but when he came today, he found that there was almost no one queuing at the door. Several familiar faces were waiting for Zhao Mu's arrival at the door.

"Hey, Boss Zhao, you're here. Our brothers just want to try your authentic fried rice, so we didn't go to the Xiaojun Hotel with those people." A middle-aged man smiled at Zhao Mu .

"By the way, I would like to ask you guys, I heard that Xiaojun Hotel's fried rice claims to be comparable to mine, is it true?" Zhao Mu asked.

All of Zhao Mu's skills are instilled through the system. In theory, all of these skills can be regarded as the crystallization of human wisdom and knowledge. No matter how excellent an individual is, they will appear weak in the face of the power of human beings as a whole. Unbearable.

And Zhao Mu's fried rice is like this, even Zheng Ming, the number one chef in Huaguo, can't compete with Zhao Mu in fried rice. match.In a sense, Zhao Mu's skills are all conceptually the strongest, and there is absolutely no possibility of surpassing them.

But now someone can successfully imitate his own fried rice in just a few days, which shocked and unbelievable Zhao Mu, and also made Zhao Mu deeply puzzled.

Why does Liu Xiaojun appear to be very unlucky when he is in such a prosperous spring, and he will even be extremely serious in prison soon.

"Boss Zhao, to be honest, the fried rice at Xiaojun Restaurant is really not as good as yours, let alone keep pace with you, even your [-]% heat is not as good... But their service quality is good. , you can eat slowly in the store without queuing up in the wind and sun. And the most important point is that I don’t know what’s going on, as long as I taste their fried rice, I can’t help but want to eat it. One mouthful after another, as if there is a seductive magic attracting you." The middle-aged man said.

"Huh? Seductive magic power... I seem to have a clue." Zhao Mu said slowly.

"Don't talk about it, no matter how good their fried rice at Xiaojun Restaurant is, I really believe that Boss Zhao's fried rice is the most authentic. This is called eating a good melon rather than eating a basket of rotten melons. Boss Zhao's fried rice It's worth queuing up to buy."

"Well, there aren't many people queuing up today anyway, why don't you just go in and sit down slowly and have a good meal today. And let Master Zheng cook rice for you today, all free of charge, just eat with your stomach open I'll go to Xiaojun Hotel to take a look first to confirm my thoughts." Zhao Mu then sent several people to the restaurant and entrusted Sun Zhiqiang to entertain them.

At this moment in Xiaojun Hotel, everyone is sitting comfortably on the wine table, and one of them is holding a large bowl of fried rice and eating it with satisfaction, with smiles of happiness and joy on their faces. The performance of Zhao Mu's fried rice was almost the same, even more addicted to it.

Moreover, after eating fried rice yesterday, these people are obsessed with it even more. They can hardly concentrate on their work and life. They even dream of the beauty after eating fried rice in their dreams at night.

Liu Xiaojun, on the other hand, stood in the hotel lobby full of ambition, watching the people coming and going and the plates of fried rice being served on the table, the smile on his face became brighter...