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Chapter 66 The Mysterious Boss's Hot Pot Restaurant (14)

Amidst the rising steam, tables of customers remained trapped in a deadlock where food and rules intertwined.

The doctor began to act.

He sighed deeply, put on a "I'm off to work" expression, and with a flick of his hand, wisps of pale gray mist-like energy flowed from his palm, instantly transforming into thin lines that passed through the rising steam and landed on the heads of the customers at each table.

"Wake up," he murmured lazily.

A mental wave instantly spread out, and those who had been sitting in their chairs eating with their heads down and their eyes glazed over suddenly froze. The next second, as if they had been dragged out of the water by something, they snapped back to their senses and looked at the meat that was constantly rolling in the pot with fear on their faces.

The doctor narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and waved it again, the mental fluctuations continuing to spread.

"wide awake."

"wide awake."

"wide awake."

Like erasing some kind of virus, or like bestowing enlightenment, with a few swift movements, it awakened the people at several tables in succession.

An Jing stood aside and witnessed the whole process.

She had expected the doctors to be exhausted and drenched in sweat, but they were all surprisingly clear-headed and efficient, so fast that she couldn't even see what methods they used.

She couldn't help but twitch her lips, recalling the doctor's initial affected, almost delusional demeanor, and spoke in a low, hushed tone:
"Didn't you say you'd be exhausted? Why were you so resistant just now, you stingy little thing."

The doctor glanced at her, showing no embarrassment whatsoever: "That's emotional management. How can I work if you don't give me an outlet for my emotions?"

"Moreover, I call this self-sufficiency in a principled way."

"Principles?" An Jing raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, they say they won't do it, but their actions tell a different story. This is the last bit of stubbornness that workers have."

An Jing rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay attention to this emotional labor rights fighter.

But now is not the time for jokes and banter.

As more and more people regained consciousness, An Jing knew that this was the most crucial moment.

“We need to start spreading the message,” she whispered to 005 and the others.

“Some people may have realized that the condition for retaliation is negative reviews, but most people still don’t know anything. We must convey this way of survival as soon as possible.”

005 nodded, his gaze firm: "I'll go find the table to our left; the few people who just regained consciousness are still somewhat conscious."

009 and 018 also stood up, exchanged glances, and took action.

"We have a few tables here."

“I looked towards the door; someone had struggled there before.”

An Jing then personally walked to the tables in the center of the hall, where there were the most people and it was also the easiest place for information to spread.

Her voice wasn't high, but every word she uttered was incredibly powerful:

"Listen up, everyone! If you want to live, listen to me."

“We’ve investigated and found that the star rating of a place determines its strength. If there are enough negative reviews, the star rating will drop, and its rules will be weakened.”

"Giving a bad review is a way to retaliate!"

Among the people at the table, several who had just regained consciousness suddenly changed their expressions.

"Negative review? Can we use this to punish it?"

"We can give it a try!"

"When I looked at the menu, I saw five stars, but now it seems like half a star is missing!"

"real?!"

The crowd began to stir; some were skeptical, but many more chose to believe out of a desire to survive.

At the same time, 005 and his team were also using their status as lamplighters to mobilize people. With the prestige and emotional appeal that came with this identity, many people quickly accepted and agreed to cooperate.

With the increasingly frequent generation of mysterious magnetic fields, the lamplighter is becoming more and more well-known.

"I am the lamplighter, number 005."

"Listen to me, the fact that you can still think for yourselves proves that you haven't completely fallen for this yet. Immediately start leaving a bad review every time you order food!"

"Don't worry about the menu, just give it a bad review!"

The operation was progressing quietly. While promoting it, An Jing was still keeping an eye on the catfish-headed boss.

It remained standing at the back, its expression as stiff as ever, but An Jing stared into its eyes and always felt a faint hint of disdain floating in those lifeless eyes.

“It’s not in a hurry at all.” An Jing’s heart sank.

"It knew we were going to do this, yet it wasn't worried at all?"

Why? Is the method wrong?
An Jing was somewhat uncertain.

By the time the doctor finished purifying the last table of people, he had slumped back onto his stool, motionless.

“I really can’t take it this time,” he muttered. “Don’t come looking for me again, I’ll just cancel the card.”

An Jing patted him on the shoulder: "You're great."

"...I'm not happy even if you praise me now."

005, 009, and others also returned to An Jing's side.

"The initial publicity is complete, and at least eight tables of people have clearly indicated that they will cooperate."

"But there were still three or four tables of people who were too wary and unwilling to trust us."

“I did my best.” 005 sighed. “And there are a few tables that seem sober, but they’re sitting there motionless, and it’s hard to tell whether they’re panicking or completely broken down.”

An Jing frowned.

"There are too many uncertainties, it's really..." she muttered under her breath, "utterly troublesome."

But for now, this is the most likely method she can think of.

If enough people choose to give negative reviews, the star rating system will continue to decline, which will eventually trigger some kind of countermeasure!

If they can trigger it even once, they will have a chance to bite back!
But the next second, the catfish-headed boss finally moved.

It suddenly grinned, revealing a set of menacing fangs, and a standard but empty business smile appeared on its face:

"If there is no problem with the food, negative reviews will be considered malicious ratings."

“All malicious raters will be subject to sworn punishment.”

The moment the words left his mouth, the entire hall fell into dead silence.

Many people who had just mustered the courage to leave negative reviews suddenly changed their expressions and hesitated before withdrawing their hands.

"Oath of Punishment? What's that?"

"Will you die?"

"How can we prove there's something wrong with the food? We were clearly following the rules..."

An Jing's face turned ashen.

It’s over.

This is its trump card hidden behind the rules.

The food is fine, so why give a bad review?
The quality of the dishes is entirely determined by the mysterious side, and they also set the evaluation criteria.

Judging by its appearance and taste, it is indeed extremely well done, even addictive.

Unless there is evidence to suggest that the food is wrong, all negative reviews will be classified as malicious.

The doctor's face turned pale, and he lay back in the chair, muttering:
"All that work for nothing. I should have known better than to put in so much effort."

The doctor had to admit that he was still worried that An Jing would cancel her card.

An Jing stood there, suddenly feeling a chill in her stomach.

It was like being doused with a bucket of ice water.

This rule virtually eliminates all possibilities of countermeasures.

But she didn't want to give up.

But who would risk their life to give a bad review?

"If I give a bad review and then violate the rules, does the bad review still count?"

At that moment, someone suddenly asked a question.

(End of this chapter)