Chapter 319: Exploding Piggy Bank, Fried Chicken and Beer

Colorful lights intertwined, illuminating the entire pedestrian street night market.

On both sides of the street, stalls were lined up one after another, and men and women coming and going walked through them.

Stir-fried rice noodles, grilled skewers, fried chicken, stinky tofu, candied haws…

Laughter, playfulness, hawking…

Tang Song walked in the crowd along the sidewalk.

He was very familiar with this pedestrian street, having come many times during university.

If it weren't for the summer break, it would be much livelier here than it was now.

Directly in front of his line of sight, a golden little piggy bank became clearer and clearer.

Bypassing a smoky barbecue stall, several not-so-lively small stalls entered his sight.

Tang Song's gaze behind his lenses looked quickly at the "piggy bank."

It was floating above a girl's head, jumping up and down lively, the sound of coin collision becoming more and more urgent.

After seeing the girl's figure and appearance clearly.

Tang Song instantly understood the reason why Qian Lele carried her handbag out every night.

In Yanjing in mid-July, even at night, the air was a bit stuffy.

Qian Lele was wearing ordinary jeans and a gray POLO shirt, and the sweat stains on her forehead were particularly clear under the lights.

Her long hair was tied behind her head casually, a few strands of hair swaying lightly by her cheeks, and her skin was slightly flushed with a healthy red.

Like a daisy blooming quietly, exuding a fresh and unique beauty.

She was squatting in front of a step, with a simple small stool under her butt, holding a charging lightbulb in her hand.

The lights in the building, set off by the moonlight, created a unique atmosphere.

Next to it was a white plastic board, on which was written "5 yuan per string, choose at will."

The space she occupied wasn't large, and because it was spread directly on the ground, it looked very inconspicuous.

This university girl was indeed working very hard to earn money.

About to be a junior, she not only worked part-time at Glimmer Coffee but also set up a stall at the night market at night.

She was also very frugal in life, with only two or three sets of clothes to wear back and forth.

After a slight stun, Tang Song quickly came back to his senses, his keen gaze looking at the "piggy bank" on her head.

Just thinking about how to defeat this wild monster, a line of text suddenly appeared before his eyes.

【Wild Monster "Piggy Bank" has appeared within attack range】

【Bound to stall owner "Qian Lele who sells bracelets"】

【Every time the stall owner sells a product, the corresponding sales amount will be invested into the "piggy bank." When the "piggy bank" capacity is filled, the "piggy bank" will be killed】

【Piggy Bank (Random Wild Monster): Remaining Capacity 500】

【Please help the stall owner increase sales, kill the wild monster, time limit 2 hours】

【Note: As a qualified "Study God," you can only use your own knowledge and talent. Once you cheat or seek outside help, the wild monster will run away.】

Just then, a male customer in front of the stall picked up a cinnabar bracelet.

Qian Lele quickly raised her head and introduced the bracelet with a gentle and crisp voice.

The male customer played with the bracelet simply, chatted with Qian Lele for a while, and scanned the code to pay happily.

The piggy bank-shaped piggy bank shook its body proudly and opened its mouth.

A golden light emerged from Qian Lele, turning into a coin and being eaten by the "piggy bank."

【Piggy Bank (Random Wild Monster): Remaining Capacity 495】

After browsing the system introduction, Tang Song quickly understood the killing process.

That was to reach a sales amount of 500 yuan, selling 100 strings.

And the reason why the wild monster would refresh on Qian Lele might also be because of 【Luck +2】.

After all, the two were friends, and many things were easier to handle.

Tang Song pursed his thin lips and walked over.

"Hello, want to see the bracelets?" Noticing someone approaching the stall, Qian Lele looked over with a smile.

Immediately after, she quickly stood up.

"Good evening, Brother Song, are you out shopping?"

Her voice was a bit small, her face embarrassed and shy, looking very apologetic.

It wasn't that she felt ashamed to set up a stall to earn money; after all, most people around knew, and she was already used to it.

It was mainly because the thirst for knowledge and forgetfulness of food and sleep that Tang Song showed was really brilliant.

Clearly she was the university student, not reading or studying at night, but running out to set up a street stall.

Compared to Tang Song, she was very ashamed.

"Good evening." Tang Song showed a warm smile on his face, "Tired of studying, came out for a walk to relax."

"Mm, appropriate rest is good for the body." Qian Lele stood with her hands down, a smile on her face.

Zhang Wen, who had just finished a portion of grilled sausages next to her, asked curiously: "Lele, is this your classmate?"

As she spoke, her gaze looked at Tang Song standing there.

Handsome, tall, and well-proportioned, just a bit unkempt.

Inferior fake sneakers, clean and ordinary T-shirt and jeans, skin and hair a bit oily.

But his temperament was good, his gaze focused and spirited, and he exuded a thick scholarly atmosphere.

Like a study god who loved learning in school, he was also quite charming.

Qian Lele shook her head and said: "Brother Song is my colleague at the part-time coffee shop."

"Oh oh." Zhang Wen nodded clearly and laughed heartily: "Hello, I'm Zhang Wen."

"Hello, I'm Tang Song."

The two exchanged simple pleasantries, and Tang Song stood directly next to Qian Lele.

Looking at her somewhat constrained self, he smiled: "Stay here for a while, don't mind, right?"

"No, no! How could I!" Qian Lele waved her hands quickly, moved the small stool to the side and said: "Brother Song, you sit."

Tang Song looked at the simple stool and quickly concluded that it couldn't bear his weight at all.

"I'll just stand, sat for a day, don't worry about me, you continue selling bracelets."

He wanted to observe first, see the sales and customer situation on Qian Lele's side, and then formulate a plan to find a way to kill the wild monster.

"Alright then." Qian Lele sat back on the small stool, her jeans tightening into a round and tempting arc.

On the bustling pedestrian street, people came and went.

Occasionally, someone would come up to pick up a bracelet, ask about the material, look at the workmanship, and then get up and leave.

Tang Song watched from the side for ten minutes; although Qian Lele was very hard-working and enthusiastic, she didn't sell a single one.

After thinking slightly, combined with the information given by the glasses, Tang Song quickly reached a conclusion.

The quality of these bracelets was very average, even inferior, and the cost was extremely low.

The main target users should be students; after all, this was next to Normal University.

But now it was summer break, and the people coming and going were nearby residents and office workers.

This kind of inferior bracelet that cost a little over a yuan to make, they wouldn't be able to take it out even if they bought it.

Even if various marketing methods were used to help sell, it would be very difficult to reach the goal.

So if he wanted to kill the wild monster "Piggy Bank," he needed to find another way.

However, for him in the "super-god" state, this wasn't any difficulty.

Just as he was thinking, Zhang Wen next to him suddenly laughed: "Tang Song, friendly reminder, standing next to her will affect her business. A beautiful girl like Lele, many single boys will come up to ask about bracelets and chat with the intention of picking her up, the transaction rate is still quite good. You come, and others will think you are a couple, so..."

Qian Lele stood up quickly, her face red, and said: "Sister Wen, what are you talking about, that's not the case at all!"

"Alright, alright, just joking." Zhang Wen blinked, looked at Tang Song, and didn't continue.

Qian Lele's figure and appearance were indeed outstanding, egg-shaped face, phoenix eyes, high nose bridge, full lips, front and back convex and back warped long legs.

Although her skin was very average due to wind and sun, she was still a young and hot beauty.

Especially under the dim lights of the night market, she was absolutely a living signboard for traffic.

It even made her business a bit better.

Qian Lele said nervously: "Brother Song, don't misunderstand."

Tang Song leaned forward slightly and whispered to her: "Lele, what is the profit of your bracelets?"

Qian Lele pursed her lips and opened her mouth embarrassedly: "Three yuan five, actually this kind of thing is very cheap to purchase in bulk."

Tang Song looked at her clear and bright eyes and said warmly: "How about this, I'll help you promote, and we'll split the money earned 50-50. I just happen to have nothing to do tonight, so I'll earn some extra money."

He knew Qian Lele's personality, so he used this method to cooperate.

Hearing this, Qian Lele was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously: "Of course, that's fine."

"OK! Then you wait for me here, I'll go prepare some props, and I'll be back soon."

After saying that, Tang Song strode into the crowd and walked forward.

After his figure disappeared, Zhang Wen asked curiously: "Lele, what did Tang Song go to do?"

"Brother Song said he was going to help me promote."

"Uh..." Zhang Wen's expression was a bit embarrassed: "Sorry, I said the wrong thing just now."

"It's okay, Sister Wen, Brother Song didn't mean that." Qian Lele shook her head and sat back on the small stool.

She was a smart person and knew the invisible benefits her beauty brought her.

For example, when interviewing for a part-time job, her success rate would be much higher than others.

For another example, setting up a stall, it was easier to get attention.

In life, she would also receive a lot of kindness and favor.

Of course, she had her own bottom line and values, and wouldn't use her beauty to earn messy money.

After waiting for about 5 minutes, Qian Lele just sold a bracelet, and Tang Song hurried back.

In his hand, he held a small stool, a thick coil sketchbook, and a showy pen.

He put the stool next to Qian Lele.

Tang Song opened the sketchbook, held the showy pen lightly with his right hand, raised his head to look at Qian Lele, and then started waving the pen in his hand quickly.

His expression was serious and focused, and his bright gaze was confident and calm.

The slender pen body seemed to merge with his long and moist fingers.

The pen tip slid lightly on the paper, making a "rustling" sound full of rhythm.

Qian Lele and Zhang Wen leaned over curiously and were stunned at the same time.

Is this drawing?

The lines wandered smoothly on the paper, and soon, they outlined the outline of the character simply and powerfully.

From the hair on the top of the head to the slightly raised chin, then to the stretched shoulders, with just a few strokes, a vivid character image appeared in its initial form.

The two girls gradually became fascinated.

As the light or heavy strokes passed, the details and shadows gradually revealed themselves.

A bright girl with a high ponytail and a POLO shirt appeared on the draft paper.

Qian Lele looked blankly at the portrait of herself that looked like her on the street stall, her face a bit hot.

Couldn't help but secretly look at Tang Song's cold side profile.

High nose bridge, thin and shaped lips, focused and bright gaze.

Her vision blurred for a moment; she felt Tang Song seemed to be glowing at this time.

Worthy of being Brother Song, not only a technical god, loving learning, but also multi-talented.

Really too excellent.

Zhang Wen's gaze also moved away from the draft paper and looked at Tang Song.

It took only four or five minutes in total to create a vivid sketch portrait on the spot.

And it wasn't drawing point by point while staring at the model, as if everything was in his heart.

Feeling him at this time, his body was full of artist temperament.

Even his somewhat low-end outfit seemed to have become deliberately low-key and introverted.

And she didn't notice before, his hands were really super good-looking!

…

"Okay." Tang Song showed a satisfied smile, tore off the sketch paper, and placed it gently on the stall.

"Brother Song... what is this..."

Tang Song turned his head and asked: "Lele, how do you feel about my drawing?"

"Very, very good!" Qian Lele looked at the portrait of herself on the street stall, her face flushed red.

"That's fine." Tang Song raised his eyebrows with a smile and picked up the white plastic board where Qian Lele wrote the quotation.

Added a line on it: "Buy a bracelet, win a free sketch avatar!!"

Then, Tang Song took out his phone from his pocket and opened the lucky turntable he created in the applet before.

There was only one prize, "Sketch Avatar," and the winning probability was 10%.

There were many small programs on the market that could create lottery activities, which could be used directly, and the effect was also good.

Looking at this series of operations, Qian Lele finally understood what Tang Song's so-called "promotion" meant.

It was equivalent to using her bracelet as a lottery prop, and what was really sold was the "sketch."

She bit her lip hard, pulled Tang Song's arm, and whispered: "Brother Song, if you do this, you will be too disadvantaged."

She had also seen people setting up stalls on the street to draw sketches, whose level was far inferior to Tang Song, but it cost dozens of yuan once.

I'm afraid many people would buy bracelets for this sketch opportunity until they won the prize.

Tang Song raised his head and smiled at her, "Lele, I'm just responsible for drawing, promotion, sales, and transactions are left to you, we have a clear division of labor, each performing their duties, and the profit is distributed fairly."

Their eyes met, and Qian Lele's lips pursed tightly.

After being silent for a while, she finally nodded: "Thank you, Brother Song."

Taking a deep breath, Qian Lele stood up and started hawking enthusiastically.

…

"This sketch is really good-looking! It would be great to use as an avatar!"

"Miss! Miss! Is the sketch you said really at this level?"

"Of course! Absolutely guaranteed quality, our handsome painter draws on the spot! Professional level, fast output!"

"Alright, I'll buy two first, try to see if I can win. Just these two, 10 yuan, right, transferred."

"What a pity, didn't win! Come again!"

…

"Wow! I won, I won the prize!"

"Can I just take a look?"

"So fast? Let me see, let me see!"

"Wow! Thank you boss, thank you god! Too good-looking!"

…

In the following time, more and more people gathered in front of this bracelet stall.

As one sketch after another was produced, the crowd let out bursts of exclamations.

They all sighed, is it so involutionary now?

To sell a 5-yuan bracelet, such a cow-b sketch god squats on a small stool to draw portraits for customers.

Many people held up their phones to film Tang Song creating on the spot.

Sharing to social platforms like Moments, Douyin, etc.

Zhang Wen, who sold grilled sausages next to her, also made a lot of money because of this, and the business reached the highest peak in history.

Thinking of the words she said to Tang Song before, she only felt her face hot.

It was also the first time she felt the power of "dimensional reduction strike."

If she had this craft, or had such a cow-b friend, even selling grilled sausages could make a fortune.

For a time, the gaze looking at Qian Lele was a bit envious.

Known for more than a year, Qian Lele actually had many pursuers around her.

Often she could see sunny and handsome boys from school running here to chat with her.

Now another talented and good-looking colleague popped out, and he was so good to her, it was simply too happy.

……

The prompt sounded in his ear: "Ding! 【Wild Monster-Piggy Bank】 has been defeated!"

Tang Song raised his head and looked at the piggy bank floating above Qian Lele's head.

【Piggy Bank (Random Wild Monster): Remaining Capacity 0】

Immediately after, cracks appeared on the piggy bank.

Accompanied by the sound of "clatter-clatter~~", the golden coins inside exploded.

Like fireworks blooming, gorgeous and beautiful.

The system light screen appeared again.

【You have obtained the special item "Magical Piggy Bank"】

【Magical Piggy Bank】: When the player is in a dungeon environment and playing a role, the piggy bank will constantly receive cash injections. After the dungeon is cleared, the money in the piggy bank will be withdrawn.

【Note: The amount of cash injected is related to the player's performance】

After reading the prop introduction, Tang Song raised the corners of his mouth.

It was actually a cash reward prop.

Exploding gold coins in the dungeon is very common, and the amount isn't small.

He was currently in a dungeon environment, self-media was temporarily shelved, and he was still worrying about how to accumulate cash.

Now with this prop, it solved his small trouble.

It seemed 【Whispers of Human Nature】 in the mall would be in his hands soon!

Looking at Qian Lele's stall and handbag, there weren't many bracelets left.

There were about 40 more.

Might as well help his roommate clear the inventory; for her, this was also a not-small income.

…

9:30 in the evening.

All bracelets were sold out, the gathered crowd complained a few words, and then dispersed gradually.

Tang Song put away the paper and pen, stood up and smiled: "Can we close the stall early today?"

"Mm-hmm! Off work!" Qian Lele's face was flushed red.

All 150+ bracelets brought were sold out.

Because the collection code was hers, the dense arrival information on the phone made her heart surge.

"Brother Song, can this painting be given to me?" Qian Lele carefully picked up her sketch portrait, with hope in her eyes.

"Take it, it was originally a gift for you."

"Thank you, Brother Song!"

After putting away the things and saying goodbye to Zhang Wen.

The two walked side by side toward the Normal University teacher's apartment.

At this time, and it was a workday, there were much fewer people on the pedestrian street, appearing a bit quiet.

Just as they were about to walk out of the street, Qian Lele suddenly stopped her steps and said: "Brother Song, wait a moment, I'll go buy something."

"Mm, go ahead."

Qian Lele ran to a small stall.

After bargaining with the boss for a long time, she finally bought 40 yuan worth of fried chicken pieces.

"Bought it! I'll treat you to fried chicken tonight!" Qian Lele raised the plastic bag in her hand, like a hunter returning with a full load, with a satisfied and happy smile on her face.

Besides spicy strips, she also loved fried chicken very much.

However, because the price was relatively expensive, she would only buy a little when she was craving it, about once every two months.

Today was because she was too happy, and particularly excited, just wanting to indulge.

As the two walked into the teacher's apartment, the surroundings gradually became quiet.

The soft moonlight spilled down, covering the ground with a layer of silver gauze.

The scattered lights in the buildings, set against the moonlight, created a unique atmosphere.

Quiet, warm, comfortable.

Qian Lele turned her head slightly, and she could see Tang Song's undulating side profile and tall, straight figure.

Her eyes were shining, and her heart was filled with a different kind of security.

A lively and playful smile appeared on her face, and her steps became particularly light.

…

The living room was brightly lit.

Qian Lele poured the fried chicken into a plate and brought it to the dining table.

After thinking about it, she took out two cans of beer from the refrigerator.

Before when playing with Ding Yao, she invited her to eat fried chicken in the dormitory and would pair it with beer.

Although Qian Lele felt beer was a bit bitter, it really had a different flavor when paired with fried chicken.

As for these two cans of beer from Teacher Jiang, she would buy them at the convenience store later to make up for it.

The two sat face to face at the dining table.

"Clink~" The beer cans touched lightly.

As the cold and slightly bitter liquid went down her throat, Qian Lele shivered, picked up a piece of golden crispy fried chicken, and handed it over.

Her eyes were shining: "Try it, it's delicious."

"Thank you." Tang Song smiled and took it, and took a bite under Qian Lele's expectant gaze.

He gave a thumbs up: "It's really fragrant, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, delicious."

Qian Lele showed a satisfied smile and started eating too.

Chewing slowly, particularly seriously.

"Brother Song, I calculated carefully just now, we sold a total of 156 bracelets, with a net profit of 546 yuan, and each person can get 273 yuan. Normally, I can sell at most... every night."

Tang Song was eating fried chicken while sizing up this simple and kind university girl.

Her eyes were very beautiful, bright and clear.

When she smiled, her eyebrows lifted, looking very bright.

Noticing Tang Song's gaze, Qian Lele's face turned red, and she lowered her head somewhat unnaturally.

"Lele, have you ever thought about changing your business? Now that university is on vacation, this kind of bracelet is very hard to sell, there's no audience."

Qian Lele quickly raised her head and said seriously: "I know, when I lived in the dormitory before, many things were inconvenient, so I could only sell these small items. Now the inventory is sold out, and I plan to change the product, Brother Song, do you have any suggestions?"

Tang Song's gaze flickered, his thoughts turned quickly, and he immediately gave the answer most suitable for her.

"Teacher Jiang's apartment has complete kitchen appliances, and now it's the midsummer season, you can consider making some iced fruit tea, lemonade, buy a foam insulation box, and add some ice packs. The materials are simple, the operation is convenient..."

Listening to Tang Song's words, Qian Lele's eyes were shining.

She had always hoped to have such a like-minded friend who could share her joy and sadness.

When confused, they could discuss solutions together.

She felt Tang Song was such a person.

He was much purer than her, talented but low-key and introverted, loving learning to the point of forgetting food and sleep, focused and firm, high-spirited.

Hearing Sister Wen say it affected her business, he used another way to help her, releasing kindness and warmth.

The aura on him was distinct and intense, constantly infecting the people around him.

Being friends with such a person was truly a great happiness.

I really hope to be friends with him for a lifetime! Fried chicken paired with beer together! ===== CHAPTER 320 =====