Chapter 241: Let You Open a Gourmet Shop, You Open for Business at 3 AM

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

This is clearly a seafood buffet restaurant; the people who go there are all after those expensive seafood items.

A normal person, who would eat fried noodles at a seafood buffet?

Just as this thought surfaced, Lu Feng couldn't help but sit up straight.

He scrolled through the online comment section of this buffet restaurant; the comments were all about seafood.

But this is normal; going to a buffet to eat is just to be able to eat all kinds of fish and meat to your heart's content.

Customers who can spend 498, who isn't there with the idea of eating their money's worth?

Who would ignore all the fresh seafood in the restaurant to eat a portion of ordinary fried noodles?

Lu Feng recalled the scenes of when he used to go to buffets with Li Jiang.

The moment they entered, they headed straight for the seafood area, taking as much salmon, scallops, and such as they could.

The restaurant also had staple foods like fried rice and fried noodles, but they wouldn't even look at them the whole time.

Lu Feng had also seen quite a few videos online about "buffet cost-recovery guides."

In these guide videos, nine out of ten would especially emphasize: definitely stay away from staples like rice, noodles, and steamed buns.

Many joked that those who eat staples at buffets are undercover agents in the buffet world.

Anyway, judging from Lu Feng's own experience of going a few times, he basically hadn't seen anyone eat staples at a buffet.

But now, the system actually wanted him to make fried noodles at a seafood buffet?

And get 50 customers to eat them?

Lu Feng flipped through the various dish photos of the restaurant on his phone, most of which were introducing seafood.

As for staple food photos, there were only a few pitiful ones.

He couldn't help but mutter in his heart: the reason this restaurant set up a fried noodle stall was probably just to appear to have a complete variety of categories, forcibly added, right?

Thinking of tomorrow's mission, Lu Feng started to get a headache.

This mission seemed very simple, but was actually not easy at all.

He couldn't possibly stop customers and force fried noodles into their hands, could he?

This dog system, still as much of a trap as ever!

Lu Feng leaned helplessly against the chair and sighed helplessly.

But complaining aside, the mission still had to be done.

He thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a reliable method, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

Anyway, when the car reaches the mountain, there will be a path; we'll talk about it tomorrow.

At worst, tomorrow he'd find a few customers who aren't short of money in the shop; they'd surely make up 50 people.

Lu Feng looked at the watch on his wrist; it was already half past twelve.

He looked outside the door; there weren't many customers left at the door, and a few of the street vendors at the door had already started packing up.

Lu Feng was also preparing to close the shop and go home; he was just about to stand up when an uninvited guest came from outside the door.

The one who came in was a young man wearing a black vest, his hair combed meticulously.

This person was wearing a pair of black glasses late at night; who knew if he could see the road clearly.

The vest man headed straight for Lu Feng as soon as he entered, pulled out a work permit from his pocket and waved it: "Hello, Boss Lu, I'm a director from Jiangcheng Television Station; I'm here today to notify you that we plan to interview you tomorrow noon."

Lu Feng frowned slightly, thinking how this person spoke in such a tone right from the start?

Not to mention that he had to complete the system's mission tomorrow noon and had no time for an interview at all.

Just hearing this person's tone made him feel somewhat uncomfortable inside.

It felt like this vest man was here to order him around.

Seeing Lu Feng standing without speaking, the vest man seemed to remember he hadn't introduced himself yet.

He plopped down on the chair in front of Lu Feng, placed the work permit in his hand on the table, and spoke on his own: "Let me introduce myself; my name is Wang Mo, responsible for the food column in our city. You should have heard of the program 'Late Night Food,' right? I'm the director of that program."

As he said this, he raised his chin slightly, and after taking off his sunglasses, his gaze swept across the hall.

That gaze carried a bit of arrogance and scrutiny, as if evaluating whether Lu Feng's shop was worthy of being on the program.

Lu Feng's first impression of this director named Wang Mo was not good; he didn't want to deal with him and turned around to head toward the kitchen.

"Boss Lu, our interview is scheduled for tomorrow noon at twelve; hope you can cooperate then."

Lu Feng had just taken two steps when Wang Mo stood up and said loudly to him.

Still that kind of high-and-mighty commanding tone.

Lu Feng turned around, with no expression on his face, and said faintly: "No need for the interview, thank you."

"What?"

Wang Mo seemed not to have heard clearly; he was stunned for a moment before reacting, with a somewhat dissatisfied expression on his face: "Boss Lu, you might not know; our 'Late Night Food' isn't something just anyone can get on. How many restaurants in Jiangcheng want to be on our program? We evaluate for half a month before deciding. Now we're actively inviting you; are you sure you want to refuse?"

As he spoke, he took out a tablet from his bag, opened a video, and pointed at the image on it: "Look, this is a noodle shop we interviewed last month; business was originally just average, but after being on our program, turnover directly tripled! If your shop is promoted by us, I guarantee..."

"Hmm, pretty good, but still no need."

Lu Feng interrupted him and still refused: "But I don't need promotion here for the time being."

Wang Mo's expression became somewhat unpleasant, and his tone turned colder: "Boss Lu, what do you mean? Do you think our program isn't worthy of your little shop?"

He paused, then added: "If you're worried about costs, you can rest assured about that; our program doesn't charge fees, and we have a professional editing team. This is a sure-win, no-loss matter."

Lu Feng turned around, looking at Wang Mo's tense face, and silently rolled his eyes in his heart.

All along, the diners at his shop have come for his culinary skill.

By now his culinary skill has long spread by word of mouth among the diners; there is simply no need for any publicity.

What's more, this person came to invite him for an interview, yet his attitude was so arrogant.

Are people who make shows nowadays all this unruly and intractable?

This kind of somewhat conceited attitude actually bears some resemblance to that Cheng Fan who came to the shop before.

It just so happens that Lu Feng has no favorable impression of such people either.

"It's not a matter of whether it's suitable or not."

Lu Feng's tone carried a hint of seriousness; he still refused: "I've made myself very clear — I don't need an interview."

"Boss Lu, what do you mean?"

Wang Mo's face darkened.

"Just the literal meaning."

Lu Feng was completely unmoved; the expression on his face didn't change at all.

"Boss Lu, I'm asking you one last time."

Wang Mo suppressed the anger in his heart, his voice rising a notch: "Miss this opportunity, and even if you beg me later I won't agree — are you sure you won't go on our show?"