Liu Ping was also provoked by the business at Shanshui Hall the previous night, so he summoned all the female masseuses from his shop even before the day turned dark.

He and the owners of a few other foot massage shops teamed up to put up an extremely long barricade.

If He Chunming could draw such good business just by forming a line, why couldn't I, Liu Ping?

So, the shop owners discussed it among themselves, and their masseuses lined up every other person.

No sooner had his masseuse lined up and started packing up meals when someone came to pick a fight, how could Liu Ping stand for that?

Following the sound, he walked into the middle of the line and saw that the one speaking was a young man in a basketball jersey.

Jingzhou, being in the central region, is quite cool even on summer nights. It must be said, the young man was full of energy.

"Why can't you stand in line like everyone else?" Liu Ping's opening was confrontational, trying to use his momentum to overpower the other.

Little did he know this young man wasn't easily intimidated either, and directly pulled out his phone with the screen lit, displaying three numbers: 110.

"With so many people in line, and you all monopolizing business for profit, do you believe I won't call the police to report you?"

Liu Ping sneered, "Report us for what? For legally standing in line?"

The young man sneered back, "For your shop's shady business!"

"You—"

Liu Ping was instantly furious.

In their industry, whether or not any illegal activities occurred, as soon as someone reported them, the police would come to inspect.

With frequent police checks, customers naturally wouldn't come back anymore, but usually, who has nothing better to do than report every day?

The young man was at least 1.85 meters tall, with clearly defined arm muscles. Seeing Liu Ping flustered, the young man quickly added, "Everyone's lined up just to get a bite of the owner's food, and you lot are packing them all away. Do we have to visit your massage parlor just to get a midnight snack?"

The young man's name was Zhou Hu, a university student at Jingzhou Sports Academy.

At this time, the lights at the school should have been turned off, and he should have been asleep in his dormitory.

But the previous night, their entire dorm stayed up gaming, Ma Qiang from the same dorm brought a meal from the internet café that astonished Zhou Hu with its taste, keeping him performing five ace hits all night without being able to finish the free drinks.

After inquiring, he found out that the meal was sold at a stall by the bridge.

Thus, today, the entire dorm came out early to line up for that fried rice.

Every time the owner freshly cooked, the girls packed it all away. How could Zhou Hu bear that?

These days, people in society avoid trouble, but university students? They're unafraid!

After Zhou Hu finished his remarks, his other four dorm mates also stepped out of the line, standing behind him.

Five young men stared at Liu Ping with intensity, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

Liu Ping, stiff-necked, tried to speak, but other voices emerged from the queue.

"This young man makes some sense. What you're doing is indeed inappropriate. I see they're students, and they're not interested in your kind of establishment. Can't they just eat a midnight snack?"

Fang Zhizhong, the big boss, was unafraid of Liu Ping and the others, stepping out to make a fair point.

One voice led to another.

Old Zhao couldn't help but second the notion, "Exactly, there's only one owner, and the amount he can make daily is limited. If you pack it all away, others have to visit your establishment to consume. This is monopoly and tied sales!"

He Chunming had just arrived to hear this, looking at Old Zhao, bewildered.

He thought to himself, yesterday when Xiao Na was at your feet, you didn't say this, and you even asked Xiao Na to focus on your kidney reflex zone!

The old Zhao was unbelievable.

"Agreed! Stop you unscrupulous bosses from packing everything, implement a purchase limit!"

"Makes sense, everyone's lining up so late just to try the young boss's food. With your setup, how about those of us who don't want a massage?"

"Take out your phones and film a video, put it on Douyin to expose them!"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The actions of He Chunming and Liu Ping had already provoked dissatisfaction. With someone stepping forward, others followed suit, quickly weakening Liu Ping's momentum.

"I think the owner should set a quantity, one serving per person, and that should be fair."

Fang Zhizhong proposed a solution.

Of course, Liu Ping and these shop owners weren't happy about this, but those who didn't want a massage but sought food expressed agreement.

Chen Mo had just flipped a batch of egg dumplings and heard the conversations, watching Fang Zhizhong approach his vehicle, "Boss, is this okay?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment.

His goal was to make money by selling at the stall, and he didn't care about the specifics, "If everyone agrees, it's fine."

"Then boss, how should a serving be composed?"

"Ten egg dumplings, a bowl of pork offal porridge, a serving of spicy diced chicken, a serving of fried rice, no need for combinations. Order as you like."

Fang Zhizhong nodded.

The big boss had an undeniable charisma, making his words and actions convincing.

He moved to the side of the line, "Egg dumplings are ten per serving; other categories, order as you wish. My suggestion is a maximum of one serving per person! If everyone agrees, let's continue lining up!"

Upon hearing this, aside from the massage shop owners, others applauded and unanimously agreed.

In fact, the masseuses weren't keen on lining up here either.

They earned money by the numbers, and with the owner's strategy, shop customers picked the cheapest services. Although the footfall increased and the owner profited, the masseuses had to work more and might not earn as much as before.

Seeing that Liu Ping and the others didn't dare say much, Fang Zhizhong returned to the line.

This time, the queue moved faster indeed!

Chen Mo's actions became more adept, reaching into the storage cabinet, discovering the prepared chicken breast had run out.

There weren't many egg dumplings left either.

It was finally Zhou Hu's turn.

"One of everything!" Zhou Hu, watching the selected dishes being devoured in the line, was famished.

"No more pork offal porridge, no more spicy diced chicken either."

Although a little disappointed, it was acceptable. Zhou Hu waved his hand, "Then give me egg dumplings and fried rice! By the way, boss, how do you make this fried rice? Does it only have squid and ham cubes?"

This was the crucial point.

Chen Mo squinted at Zhou Chao. Meanwhile, other vendors' snacks were brought over; under Chen Mo's arrangement, only one serving of each was made.

A variety of snacks, nearly including most of the vendors' offerings by the bridge.

Of course, except for Rice Bowl Zhang's stir fry and Noodle Li's hand-pulled noodles, and Xi Shi's stinky tofu.

Chen Mo discreetly used tongs to pick out a portion from each snack, placing them onto a new plate, which he then discreetly poured into the slot.

With the upgraded food truck, these actions were more concealed, unseen from outside.

In an instant, various texts appeared before his eyes, analyzing numerous recipes from the cart, but in the end, there was only one name.

An All-you-can-imagine Fried Rice Medley!

Chen Mo exhaled, grinning at Zhou Hu, "Of course not. Look at these snacks, choose whatever you like to add, and they can all be made into fried rice."

Zhou Hu's eyes lit up with excitement.

Thinking, this owner is truly brilliant; this perfectly solves the problem of [what if you don't want to eat a certain ingredient in the fried rice], such a mindset could easily start as a product manager-level position in a big company.

"Really! Then I'll..."

biubiubiu~

Zhou Hu pointed at the small food box before him, quickly selecting three types.

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