Chapter 689: Entertainment Industry Truth System (5)

"Xie Yang, are you moving out? Did you find a job?"

While at the dormitory management office returning her access card and checking out, Xie Yang ran into her three roommates.

Students at the art school all liked to call each other by their stage names.

Xie Yang was also more accustomed to this name.

She smiled at them: "I don't have a job yet; I plan to set up a stall at the Film and Television City for a few days to get some practice."

The three roommates looked at each other: "..."

Xie Yang finished the checkout procedures, picked up her duffel bag, pushed her suitcase, and waved at her roommates: "I'm off! If you have time to visit the Snack Street at the Film and Television City, come by my stall to show some support!"

"Why did she suddenly go to the Film and Television City to practice setting up a stall? Wasn't she always looking for work with extra acting crews before? She even said she had an interview recently... Could it be that the interview didn't work out and she's discouraged?"

Zhao Qin watched Xie Yang's retreating figure, feeling that today's Xie Yang was indescribably strange.

Zhou Wenqi was focused on another point: "Did you notice? Her skin is exceptionally good today, it's like she just went and had a spa treatment..."

Xu Xinyuan shook her head: "She probably wouldn't go for a spa; haven't you seen how she compares prices at several places just to buy a piece of clothing?"

"I know she wouldn't," Zhou Wenqi shrugged, "I was just saying. I just think her skin quality is particularly good today, full of collagen."

"Alright, let's go up. We'll go support her when we have time tomorrow or the day after... Wait! Where did she just say she was setting up her stall? Snack Street? Isn't she going to sell clothes or small accessories? She's selling snacks?"

"..."

The three of them looked at each other again.

They suspected they had all misheard.

Or else Xie Yang had said it wrong.

"But what if we didn't mishear, and Xie Yang didn't say it wrong? Are we still going to support her?"

"..."

All three were somewhat hesitant.

Meanwhile, Xie Yang was completely unaware of the complex psychology of her roommates, who both wanted to support her and worried she might be selling "dark cuisine." She successfully moved into her rental, rested for a day, and took the opportunity to buy all the gear for her stall. On the morning of the third day, she rode her electric tricycle straight to the mobile stall area on the side street of the Film and Television City's Snack Street.

A mobile stall, as the name implies, is not fixed; good spots depend on who grabs them first.

On the first day of opening, she arrived quite early; usually, snack stalls only start coming around noon.

She scouted a spot near the alley entrance. Diagonally across was a privately run small hotel, and further down was a service station for tourists to store luggage. The foot traffic wasn't as high as on the main street advertised, but during the peak lunch hour, there wouldn't be a shortage of people coming here to find food.

It was just a bit troublesome for water and electricity.

For this, Xie Yang bought two large plastic buckets and a power strip.

After parking the vehicle and securing the spot, she first went to the public faucet to fetch two buckets of water to wash down the stall area, and even burned a dish of dried mugwort leaves she had stored previously at the drainage outlet to smoke out the small flies.

Then she took the power strip to negotiate with the older woman, Wu Dajie, at the neighboring stall, borrowing a socket from her and paying for the electricity used by the hour. The other party agreed readily.

After all, the two sold different things; Wu Dajie sold ice cream, drinks, and old-fashioned yogurt. If Xie Yang's stall business was good, she might even be able to siphon off some foot traffic.

After connecting the water and electricity, Xie Yang finally moved the stove and other equipment off the vehicle.

Seeing how young she was and how delicate she looked, Wu Dajie muttered to herself, "Is this material for doing business?" The next second, she saw Xie Yang lift the large stainless steel stove off the cargo bed without turning red or panting.

Wu Dajie: "..."

She couldn't help but give Xie Yang a thumbs up.

She worked more efficiently than herself, was nimble and clean, and had such great strength. It was just a pity she didn't know how the food tasted; otherwise, she would have been very happy to show some support.

Xie Yang: Thanks to being used to this kind of farm work in the previous plane, she was not at all rusty at starting a smokeless wood stove and connecting the siphon faucet to the water supply.

Having prepared the hardware, she began to soak the rice.

Since it was a small-scale operation, she planned to sell the low-cost, quick-to-serve Golden Egg Fried Rice series.

Adding a spoonful of her unique secret (the water used during the brewing process was Spirit Spring Water diluted N times) five-spice powder and spicy sauce, few people would fail to fall in love with it after one taste!

After all, she wasn't really planning to rely on the stall for a living; her goal was for the profits during the stall-tending period to exceed the original owner's previous extra acting wages. Naturally, she chose a plan with low costs and high repeat customers.

With practiced movements, she put the soaked rice into the Steamer to start steaming.

During this time, she prepared the side dishes like green vegetables and bean sprouts, soaked the rice noodles until they expanded, and arranged the noodles into portions of two taels, neatly stacking them on stainless steel trays.

She sourced handmade rice noodles and handmade noodles; the cost price was more expensive than those pressed by machines, but she always upheld the principle of "either don't do it, or do it the best." If she had her own kitchen, she would even want to knead and roll the dough herself.

Before eleven o'clock, the Snack Street of the Film and Television City began to bustle with people.

The blower fanned the fire with a roar, and the rice in the Steamer was soon cooked.

Xie Yang moved a steamer of rice to the side for later use, set a stainless steel Soup Pot on one burner to blanch the noodles, and nimbly seasoned the large Iron Pot on the other burner, preparing to start taking orders.

She hung out the small blackboard she had prepared in advance, which already had the day's offerings and prices written on it:

#Xie's Secret Stir-fry Series#

-Golden Egg Fried Rice-

-Fresh Fragrant Stir-fried Rice Noodles-

-Quick Stir-fried Hand-pulled Noodles-

All for 15 yuan!

Extra eggs and vegetables are charged separately.

15 yuan for a portion of egg fried rice was truly not expensive in the Film and Television City Snack Street. On the main street, just eating a bowl of soup noodles or rice noodles with two or three slices of beef as thin as cicada wings would cost twenty or thirty.

There were also shops selling fried rice and fried noodles; Yangzhou fried rice, which had a few more corn kernels and green peas than egg fried rice, cost 28 yuan, and seafood fried noodles that couldn't even find a few clam meats or small Shrimp started at 35 yuan.

Compared to that, 15 yuan for a portion of fried rice, fried noodles, or fried rice noodles with eggs and vegetables could be called a conscientious price.

Sure enough, not long after Xie Yang hung out the small blackboard, several extra actors who hung around the Film and Television City every day waiting for work gathered in front of the stall.

They had come to the extra acting base very early to wait for work, so they naturally ate breakfast early and were already starving by now.

Not to mention that the food on the main street was expensive, it was all tourists, and it wasn't worth the trouble of squeezing through crowds just to eat a meal, so they usually came to the side street.

Business on the side street wasn't as good as the main street, and there weren't as many snack stalls as the main street. These people came here every day to satisfy their hunger, and they had almost eaten everything that could be eaten. They really couldn't think of what to eat, so when they saw a new stall, they came over to take a look.

15 yuan for a portion of fried noodles or fried rice that could fill you up wasn't expensive, but they didn't know if it tasted good.

Forget it, forget it; for the sake of the boss being young and pretty, I'll buy one!

It's only 15 yuan, you can't lose out, you can't get scammed!

Besides, it's just egg fried rice; no matter how bad it tastes, how bad could it really be?

Thus, the uncle who was a background actor at the front readily ordered one: "Boss, give me one portion of Golden Egg Fried Rice."

Business had finally opened!

Xie Yang nodded with a smile and pointed to the laminated printed payment code: "That will be 15 yuan, please."

As the phone emitted the notification sound of "15 yuan received," Xie Yang nimbly set up the Frying Pan and began stir-frying her exclusive recipe of Xie-style Golden Egg Fried Rice.