I've been reborn, I'm definitely going to become an internet celebrity!

Chapter 28: [Battle Record Available]

"How much are the fish balls?"

"One dollar and fifty cents."

"Five skewers, please, with lots of tomato sauce, boss!"

……

"Boss, I'd like some vegetables to cook! Baby bok choy, enoki mushrooms, potato slices..."

How is duck blood calculated?

"Oh yeah, add a packet of noodles, but not spicy."

……

"A bowl of seaweed! Add red beans, strawberries, and mango, and plenty of ice!"

"Okay, shall I squeeze some lemon juice on you?"

"Okay, seven dollars, right? I'll keep ten..."

……

Fengcheng is a slow-paced little town where life flows like a stream, neither hurried nor slow.

The older generation was used to getting married early; they would hold hands on campus, and then receive their graduation certificate and marriage certificate one after the other.

Arranged blind dates by family members can lead to a lifelong commitment after just a few meetings.

In the old mindset, a stable and down-to-earth life, following the proper order, is the way to live.

Things were somewhat different in Liu Zhuohao's generation.

People like him, who are under pressure and still unmarried at the age of thirty, are considered "unfilial" and "useless" by the older generation.

But there are still more and more young people like this.

However, the rhythm of the previous generation is still etched into the very bones of this city.

Local business owners all know that once it's past 5:30, employees are already thinking about picking up their kids and going home to cook dinner.

Although some factories require overtime, most people can still leave work before six o'clock.

The scenes common in big cities, such as working overtime until seven or eight o'clock, or even rushing to catch the last subway, are almost never seen here.

There isn't even a subway here.

It's lively, but it's all someone else's place.

Huang Weixiong stood in front of the arranged plastic table and chairs, looking around helplessly.

The steaming white mist from the mala tang (spicy hot pot) formed a cloud, the charcoal fire at the barbecue stall flickered in the twilight, a couple who had just finished get off work shared a bowl of seaweed flower soup brimming with toppings, and an uncle in slippers, carrying a beer, sat down familiarly on a plastic chair at a rice noodle roll stall...

This surging, vibrant prosperity, upon reaching our own dining car, seemed to hit an invisible wall and automatically diverted.

Every now and then, Huang Weixiong could almost feel that the busy stall owners' gazes carried a subtle scrutiny, or even a hint of... mockery? Was it just his imagination?

He didn't know. All he knew was that other people's stalls were bustling with activity.

Huang Weixiong looked into the distance again; the boss was no longer just waiting in front of the iron plate.

"Want to try some street-side steak? They're having a special opening offer."

"The third item is half price, so buying one item is more cost-effective."

"Don't worry, the meat has all been inspected, and the whole process is recorded by overhead cameras, so you can see the hygiene..."

Liu Zhuohao moved among the sparse crowd, chatting and introducing himself.

His voice was steady, and there was not a trace of impatience in his expression.

Are there any guests?

Yes, I have.

It's safe to say that their stall was undoubtedly the most eye-catching in the night market—steak.

Their food trucks are more organized in design, their signs are brighter, and they sell unique items.

Countless eyes were drawn over, lingering in front of the price tag of "35 yuan/serving," filled with curiosity, hesitation, and a shake of the head, before turning their steps without a second thought to the fragrant grilled oysters next door.

Is it going to get cold?

Huang Weixiong's heart was pounding. Given the situation, would he still be able to pay the wages?

But in the video, wasn't Boss Liu supposed to be very business-savvy?

The thought had barely formed in Huang Weixiong's mind when he saw Boss Liu turn around and look at him. He quickly stepped forward, walked away from the plastic tables and chairs, and began to try to solicit customers on the street.

But his movements, speech, and expression were all stiff.

Liu Zhuohao withdrew his gaze; at least he had some sense of observation.

But he could also understand that his breakfast stall had given the other person a lot of motivation all along.

Coupled with the feedback in the video, he probably had very high expectations of himself.

However, breakfast stalls and night market steak stalls are completely different things, and their pricing is something that their existing customer base would find difficult to adapt to.

Liu Zhuohao was very calm.

The tension that had been building up these past few days has completely subsided in the face of the near-absence of customers.

Previously, his anxiety stemmed from the lack of results, leaving him wavering between "having business" and "not having business."

Now that the results are in, Liu Zhuohao is at peace.

The result was obviously not good.

So, how should we change this?

Liu Zhuohao's gaze swept quickly across the customers who stopped and then left, like a scanner.

Some people hesitated in front of the signboard, some pointed at the prices and shook their heads at their companions, but most people's eyes were curiously fixed on the clean iron plate and the fresh meat patties.

"Wong Wai-hung!"

Liu Zhuohao suddenly spoke up and shouted to the people soliciting customers in the distance.

He had many plans in mind for attracting business.

"W-what's wrong, boss?"

Huang Weixiong, who was soliciting customers for the first time, was still explaining the ingredients of the steak to passersby in a very awkward manner. After hearing the noise, he turned around.

The passersby in front of him took the opportunity to leave quickly.

Liu Zhuohao didn't speak, he just waved.

He turned and went back to the back of the stall, took out the banner that had been prepared beforehand, and gave instructions:

Huang Weixiong stared blankly as he unfolded the package: "Grand opening special... steak tasting?"

When he looked up, Liu Zhuohao had already laid out a row of small disposable paper cups next to the smooth iron plate, each cup with a bamboo skewer, his movements as swift as if he had practiced countless times.

"Boss, didn't we only have a 'buy one get one half price' promotion?" Huang Weixiong looked over, his gaze slightly surprised. "Why are there free samples? And... when were these banners and paper cups prepared?"

"I originally thought that the video would attract customers, and the 'half price' promotion would be enough to boost sales." Liu Zhuohao lit the stove and poured oil, the blue flames reflecting on his calm profile. "But now, I need to invite people to try it first."

He picked up a bright red steak, placed it on the hot plate, and with a sizzle, white smoke rose up, and the rich aroma of meat exploded instantly.

"While I was trying to attract customers, I made a rough confirmation. It's not that these people don't like steak; in fact, many of them are interested in our stall."

He muttered to himself, "I left simply because of the raw materials and the price."

"Simply saying 'clean' and 'delicious' isn't enough. What we need to do now isn't to persuade them with words, but to get them to stop and take a bite."

"The idea of ​​street-side steak is undoubtedly attractive to customers. Now we need to retain customers with taste, which is an essential lesson for any street-side business."

Huang Weixiong held the rolled-up banner, watching the boss's calm and busy figure in the smoke, while the aroma of meat grew stronger and stronger.

The anxiety that had been pounding in his heart was suddenly calmed down considerably by the tangible sounds and orderly rhythm.

Now it seems the boss had anticipated this all along.

He had even considered the possibility of "what if no one comes".

"Come on, come on, let's try some steak! Anyone want to try some?"

Almost without hesitation, the moment he was convinced, Huang Weixiong only needed to obey orders.

That naturally loud voice became the best amplifier at this moment.

As soon as he shouted, most of the pedestrians on the surrounding street instinctively looked over, their eyes filled with surprise and curiosity.

"Grand opening special: steak tastings available! We guarantee absolute cleanliness and hygiene!"

Huang Weixiong pointed to the eye-catching ID on the signboard, his voice booming, the previous stiffness completely dispelled by his fearless spirit, "Our boss is a well-known blogger on Bilibili, his ID is here, his achievements can be verified!"

Before them, the pedestrians who had stopped in their tracks at the shout began to move.

They whispered among themselves, their eyes darting back and forth between the tasting banner and the sizzling iron plate. Their steps began to falter, and then they slowly gathered around the stall that had been deserted just minutes before.

Things that are offered for free are a different story.