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

Chapter 31: [Time to Prepare to Depart]

When Liu Zhuohao returned to the stall, Huang Weixiong had already tidied up the food cart. The cart was shiny, the plastic tables and chairs were neatly tied to the back, and even the ground had been sprinkled with water and swept clean.

The excitement of a thriving business and a grand opening faded with the taste of that bowl of snail rice noodles, and exhaustion washed over me like a rising tide, engulfing my entire body.

He gripped the handlebars, his arms aching, his back stiff, and even his eyelids drooping.

In the dim light of the streetlights, Liu Zhuohao's sallow complexion looked somewhat frightening.

"Boss, you don't look too good," Huang Weixiong said hesitantly from the back seat. "How about... I drive? I've ridden motorcycles before, but I don't have a license."

"……Need not."

Liu Zhuohao's voice was a little hoarse, "You're wearing a camera on your head, trying to drive without a license in front of the camera, aren't you?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Weixiong immediately shut up.

Liu Zhuohao drove without saying another word.

The motorcycle sputtered and chugged through the quiet street.

The night breeze finally brought a touch of coolness, blowing on my face, but it couldn't dispel the weariness deep in my bones.

But what weighs heavier than the body is the stone in the heart.

Huang Weixiong was just "thinking" about driving without a license on camera, knowingly breaking the law.

And what about yourself?

They've already planted a time bomb right in front of the camera.

Everything today was clearly recorded by my camera, including every word I said and the steak I was grilling.

This was a minefield planted the moment the decision was made to make "street-side steak".

The fuse is still wet; the lightning hasn't been ignited yet.

Street-side steak stalls represent a blue ocean market with huge profits, offering opportunities to quickly accumulate initial capital.

However, once the timeline is extended to 25 years, or even less than 25 years, around 20 years, if their fans go back and look at past videos, they will notice that these steaks are not original cuts, but rather pieces of fabric.

At that time, the thunder will explode.

In 20 years, people's understanding of steak will become clearer due to the improvement of their quality of life, and steak will no longer be an unattainable luxury.

Through popular science education on social media and marketing accounts, they will learn that oval-shaped steaks that look very neat, or steaks with messy and unnatural textures, or steaks that are too bright red... are pieced together, and they will begin to boycott such steaks.

If not dealt with promptly, Liu Zhuohao foresaw that he would pay a heavy price for this matter in the future.

Regardless of one's status, the size of one's business, the number of brands one owns, or one's reputation at that time.

They might all get stuck in a quagmire because of this landmine planted at the beginning of their business!

Even worse, they might fall to the bottom and be shattered to pieces!

Even though I clearly explained when I set up the stall that these steaks had undergone strict food testing and were absolutely compliant, and I did not deny the fact that the steaks were marinated, there are still people with ulterior motives who will try to take advantage of this.

Therefore, he needs to create a time gap and bring up this matter proactively.

"Boss, we're at the warehouse." Huang Weixiong's voice pulled him back to reality.

As the food cart came to a stop, he jumped off, but a question rang out: "Are you... still setting up your breakfast stall tomorrow?"

The question was asked, but the answer was already in my heart.

"Of course."

Liu Zhuohao took out his phone, the screen's light making him squint. "It's not even midnight yet. I'm right next to the warehouse, just a few steps away. After I get home and tidy up, I should be able to get three or four hours of sleep."

He's now quite skilled at preparing ingredients for his breakfast stall, and he even has a food cart for getting around, so he can basically get to the bookstore before 5 a.m.

Especially now that it's summer vacation, customers usually don't arrive until 7 pm.

"Can your body handle working like this non-stop?" Huang Weixiong asked with some concern. He said he would go home and sleep for three or four hours, and then sleep for another three or four hours after finishing his breakfast stall during the day.

Sleeping seven or eight hours a day sounds like enough.

But these seven or eight hours are separate!

And that's assuming you can fall asleep the moment your head hits the pillow. If you try to sleep for a while, well...

"How about this—" Huang Weixiong suggested, "I'll come over tomorrow afternoon to drive the food truck to get the supplies, and then I'll pick you up to go to the night market?"

"...You forgot again, you don't have a driver's license."

Liu Zhuohao felt somewhat helpless, and blurted out what was on his mind, "Besides, I don't trust you."

Upon hearing this, a look of surprise flashed across Huang Weixiong's face.

Liu Zhuohao realized he was too tired and his mind wasn't clear, so he quickly added, "I mean, we've only worked together for one day, I don't even know what kind of person you are, or whether you can follow the rules."

"There's one thing I've said many times: food is absolutely the most important thing."

He raised his hand and patted the food cart beside him, its metal gleaming coldly under the warehouse lights:

"Wei-hsiung, don't underestimate this job. It's like a roadside stall now, but it won't stay that way forever."

He turned his gaze back to Huang Weixiong's face, his voice becoming a little deeper, "I, as the boss, won't stand on the street forever. I think soon, it will open into a bright shop with our signboard on the glass, and then, maybe more than just this one."

"And you won't always be just a waiter."

"The premise is that you have to treat every little thing in front of you, whether it's cooking noodles, greeting customers, or even distributing cigarettes, or analyzing customer groups as I wrote in the previous exam questions, or food safety as something I emphasized, and memorize and learn them as serious skills, understand?"

Huang Weixiong was stunned. He looked at Liu Zhuohao's youthful yet unusually calm face, then at the food cart, his chest heaving heavily. He nodded.

"clear!"

He could actually tell that the boss had big ambitions.

Although I've only been "on the job" for a few days, and this is only my first day helping out at the stall, whether it's filming videos together, the boss's words, or...

Huang Weixiong could tell that the boss's life goals seemed very high.

Few people worry from the moment they start a business whether their current actions will leave any hidden dangers after they become famous.

Most people prioritize the present, focusing on making money and improving their lives before worrying about anything else.

……

When I got home, my parents were still awake and waiting for me in the living room.

Instead of asking how their business was going, they asked if they wanted a late-night snack.

Liu Zhuohao waved his hand, saying that he had already eaten out and told them to go and rest early, then forced himself to return to his room despite his exhaustion.

He first transferred all the videos from the SD card to his computer, and then sent them to Zhuang Zicong for simple processing.

He no longer needs to do this job himself.

While waiting for the file to be transferred, he wanted to take a shower, but his upper eyelids kept pounding against his lower eyelids. He couldn't stay awake any longer, so he lay down on the bed, thinking he could take a short nap.

But as soon as he lay down, Liu Zhuohao felt the alarm clock ringing the moment he closed and opened his eyes.

The lights in the room had been turned off sometime ago; it was probably my father or mother who turned them off.

He checked the time again and saw it was already past four o'clock; it was time to get up.

The file transfer on the computer hasn't finished yet.

Outside, the living room was pitch black; the parents were already asleep.

Liu Zhuohao yawned, his spirits having recovered somewhat:

"It's time to get ready to go."