Chapter 361: Let You Open a Gourmet Shop, You Open for Business at Three in the Morning

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

"What's the rush? Let me savor it! What if it's an opening red?"

The young man said unhurriedly.

Then he imitated the style of Hong Kong movies, covering the ping pong ball with both hands and rubbing it constantly, while muttering words under his breath.

Next, he carefully opened his hand, revealing the ping pong ball in his palm.

"Tsk, rubbing for half a time and it's still white, right?"

Zhu Chang leaned over to take one glance, humming from his nose: "Just this and you're putting on such a big act of mystery, do you think you're the God of Gamblers?"

The young man couldn't quite save face, his face turned red, he threw the white ball into the plastic bag in Zhu Chang's hand, and said with an unconvinced look: "You do it if you can! If you have the ability, you draw one yourself to try?"

"Reverse psychology? Heh, it doesn't work on me!"

Zhu Chang simply stopped pretending, not hiding his petty cleverness at all: "I have to take it slow, wait until you all draw away the white balls before I draw, then isn't the roast duck mine?"

After speaking, he hugged the box and swept past the young man toward the back.

Standing behind the young man were precisely Qin Ye and Liu Zhen Guo and the others.

"Come come come, old brothers, try your luck today too!"

Qin Ye rolled up his sleeves first, looking full of drive: "Later, whoever among us draws it, no one is allowed to swallow it alone, must take it out for us four to share!"

Liu Zhen Guo and the others, after hearing this, all smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Several grandpas, let me add a reminder, this roast duck is very greasy, can your stomachs bear it?"

Zhu Chang looked at Qin Ye and the others, couldn't help but say a sentence somewhat worriedly.

His worry did not seem superfluous.

After all, roast duck is such a greasy thing, young people eating it is fine.

Old people's stomach functions are relatively weak, these several white-haired old grandpas, after eating it who knows if it can be digested well.

Zhu Chang worried that they would eat and end up in the hospital, and family members would come make a scene then.

What if Lu Boss can't bear the pressure, and the shop finally goes under, what to do?

He had seen plenty of this on the news.

"Little fatty, you must not look down on us old men!"

Qin Ye glared: "This is roast duck made by Xiao Lu, eating more is no problem! The red braised pork he makes, us several eat every day, aren't we all jumping around lively?"

"That's right! Little fatty, don't worry unnecessarily, us several old fellows are in good health! Not yet at the level of dying after eating a few bites of roast duck!"

Liu Zhen Guo, unwilling to admit old age behind Qin Ye, also followed and loudly echoed.

Zhu Chang saw these several old grandpas had determined attitudes, could only nod: "Then fine, grandpas you draw."

Since people all said this, he, a completely unrelated outsider, also couldn't say anything more.

"Let me try first!"

Qin Ye reached in first, touched a round and plump ping pong ball and took it out.

Liu Zhen Guo and the others crowded over, eyes tightly staring at Qin Ye's hand.

Qin Ye took a deep breath, slowly opened his hand.

A snow-white ping pong ball stopped in his palm.

"Ai yo! Pity, pity!"

Qin Ye sighed, threw the ping pong ball into the plastic bag, looking full of heartfelt grief.

"Old Qin, your luck isn't great! Watch mine!"

Liu Zhen Guo smiled and reached out, drew out a ping pong ball.

Everyone looked, the one he drew was also a white ball.

"You still have the nerve to say me? Your luck isn't great either!"

Qin Ye rolled his eyes, said with a look of disdain.

Next Zhao Jian Hua and Xu Shao Ying two people also drew once, both drew white balls.

"Tsk! This luck is too bad, right?"

Qin Ye shook his head full of regret, then looked at Liu Zhen Guo with a dissatisfied look and said: "Old Liu, don't you usually say your luck is good? How come today you can't even draw a red ball? Look, today's roast duck can't be eaten!"

"You all didn't draw either? Why blame it on me?"

Liu Zhen Guo pouted and answered unconvincedly.

"Little fatty, are there really red balls inside? Could it be they're all white inside?"

Zhao Jian Hua looked at the lucky draw box in Zhu Chang's hand, said with a doubtful look.

"Old grandpa, this is a rule set by Lu Boss himself, he definitely wouldn't do such a thing."

Zhu Chang shook the lucky draw box in his hand, said with a definite look.

As a loyal fan of Lu Feng, he very much defended Lu Feng.

"Fine fine, if not drawn then not drawn."

Xu Shao Ying patted Zhao Jian Hua's shoulder, smiling and said: "Looks like our luck today isn't good, continue drawing tomorrow, will definitely draw it."

Qin Ye and the others, after hearing this, helplessly nodded, their eyes all had some unwillingness.

Compared to their dejected looks, Zhu Chang couldn't help but be overjoyed in his heart.

Now there were five fewer white balls in the box, and the red ball had not been drawn by anyone.

If this continues, more white balls will be drawn out later, and when it's my turn to draw, the probability of drawing a red ball will have greatly increased.

The more Zhu Chang thought about it, the happier he became; hugging the box, he continued walking toward the back of the line, his steps much lighter.

Before long, quite a few of the white balls in the box had been drawn away by the diners behind.

Several girls at the back of the line who didn't really like roast duck to begin with, seeing how enthusiastic everyone was about the lucky draw, grew interested one by one.

Although they weren't very interested in greasy stuff like roast duck.

But curiosity is human nature; they treated it as testing their own luck.

Of course, if they happened to draw a winning ball, the roast duck Lu Feng made would also be worth a taste.

"Brother Zhu, business hours are almost here; why not let someone else help you? Your spot is up front — once business hours start, it'll be your turn to order."

Hu Xiaoyun walked out of the shop, saw Zhu Chang still hugging the lucky draw box and walking slowly in the middle of the line, and couldn't help coming over to remind him.

"Xiao Yun, look how seriously I'm helping you, I've been busy for half a day — can't you cut me some slack and just give me a roast duck spot directly? I'll help you again next time!"

Zhu Chang heh-heh laughed, looking at Hu Xiaoyun and saying shamelessly.

Hearing this, the surrounding diners' gazes all turned cold, staring at Zhu Chang with predatory intent.

"Brother Zhu, that won't do; the Boss said everyone, no matter who, must follow the rules."

Hu Xiaoyun barely suppressed a smile and shook her head, gesturing for Zhu Chang to look around: "Brother Zhu, look — so many customers are all following the rules; giving you a spot directly wouldn't be fair to others, don't you think?"

Reminded like this, Zhu Chang only then belatedly glanced around.

Seeing those diners' gazes as if they wanted to swallow him alive, his heart gave a sudden jump.

"Everyone don't get excited, I was joking, joking, I'll definitely strictly abide by the rules!"

Zhu Chang touched his head, saying with an embarrassed laugh.