Getting stronger starts with owning the system

"Oh, no matter how much you can ask from Qingyuan Inn, I won't go if I don't want to go. I'm not that fool, and eat a plate of egg fried rice for 168 cents!"

As the sunset and moon rise, thousands of lights illuminate the town.

In the end, Yin Qingxuan came to the inn that he had said before or he didn't want to go to. He watched the customers lined up in a long queue. He paused, "I'll try the egg fried rice in the inn. The propaganda is so delicious, if it's just a false name, I will call the shots for the fathers and villagers, and smash your black shop that deceives people and money, huh!"

With a noble mission, he lifted his robe and walked in resolutely.

Yin Qingxuan persuaded himself to rush into the inn with a strong posture. As soon as his feet crossed the threshold, he heard a voice asking:

"The guest officer comes to stay or eat?"

"Of course it's eating. Your inn is rotten and broken. Can you live in it?"

It's not that Yin Qingxuan deliberately provoked. Compared with the more expensive and beautiful decorations, Qingyuan Inn really can't handle it. Even the tables, chairs, counters and stairs are replaced with new ones, painted with a new layer of paint, old and cheap. It still feels lingering.

Yin Qingxuan, as the young leader of the river gang in the small town, has been in jade clothes since he was a child, and the toothpicks used to pick his teeth are all made of jade. He has never been to such a shabby place, and it is inevitable to tell the truth.

Fortunately, Yun Fan didn't get angry when he heard it. He just stretched out his hand to the long line outside the door, "Please take your menu and go to the back to line up."

After speaking, he handed the bamboo sign with the number written to Yin Qingxuan's hand.

"What do you mean, do you know who I am? My son Yin still has to line up like these flat-headed people for dinner? It's too much! Too much burying people! I am not without money, Master!"

Yin Qingxuan was very angry, and when he didn't agree with him, he took out an ingot of silver and wanted to smash Yun Fan's face, and asked, "Is it enough!"

However, Yun Fan shook his head and said awe-inspiringly: "Master Yin, the inn hasn't launched the VIP channel service yet. It's hard for me to do it like you. The customers who lined up outside braving the cold wind are staring at them. For us, no, we can't."

From the beginning, Yun Fan felt that Yin Qingxuan was familiar, but now that he reported his surname and was another local tyrant, he remembered that he was the young leader of the Loach Gang, a well-known little dandy.

After a pause, he whispered in his ear: "But you can choose to stay in the store, so you don't have to wait, and you can just enjoy the thoughtful service from the inn to the room."

"In order to have a meal, do I have to open a special room? I am stupid!"

Yin Qingxuan looked at the longer and longer line, gave Yunfan a glance, and asked, "How much is a guest room per night?"

Yun Fan stretched out his five fingers, "It's only 500 texts per night, including hot water, tea, drinks, and meals."

"Doesn’t it cost me six hundred and sixty-eight cents for a plate of egg-fried rice to include the rice? My Yin family is rich, it’s not such a defeat!"

"Then you use the money to try to smash a VIP channel without spending the same amount of money?"

Yun Fan didn't understand it anymore. He was obviously not happy to save Yin Qingxuan by doing this.

"Can it be the same? The former uses money to embody status! Status! Noble! Be different! The latter? Opportunity, incompetent compromise, confession, how can they be the same?"

Yin Qingxuan was displeased on the spot and wanted to leave. However, seeing those customers in the inn who were eating fried rice with eggs and showing happy expressions, they couldn't help but move their index fingers.

After hesitating for a moment, he threw a piece of silver into Yun Fan's hand, and grinned his teeth and said, "I have covered all the vacancies in the inn! Don't let others mistakenly think that Yin Qingxuan has no money! If your egg fried rice can't let me Satisfied, I will send someone to tear down your broken shop tonight!"

After that, he lifted up his robe again, stepped in arrogantly, and walked straight to the second floor.

Yun Fan was shocked by his operation, and he sighed with a sigh of money in his hands: "We have a lot of money. He is really rich. I have never met such a fool before, alas!"

I don't know whether it is sad or ecstatic.

Yin Qingxuan entered the second floor and randomly picked a guest room to enter, and a sour smell of cheap bedding came on his face, which made him cry.

"I'm a mother, this room is like a pig's nest, can it really live in?"

He opened the window, let the cold wind blow in, and blow away the uncomfortable cheap breath to feel better.

Yin Qingxuan reluctantly sat on the wooden round pier, made a cup and rinsed his mouth first. As soon as the tea was poured in, he burst out with a pop, "It's so rotten! What kind of broken shop is this!"

At a certain moment, he suddenly woke up and seriously doubted whether he was following the way of the treacherous shopkeeper. He actually spent more than ten times the amount of money to eat a plate of fried rice with eggs. He should go back and send some younger brothers. Come and line up, won't this solve the problem!

"This profiteer surnamed Yun! This broken shop! I eat your mother's egg fried rice! I'm playing with Lao Tzu as a triumphant man!"

Yin Qingxuan became more and more angry, slapped on the table hard, just about to set off the table and leave, only to hear a clear laugh: "Young Master Yin, what a profiteer, what a black shop, how can you say that, who doesn't Knowing that I, Yun Fan, has always been kind and honest, you want to pack this guest room, and you paid for it yourself, so I just reminded you a little bit that you can't even confuse and confuse you."

Yun Fan pushed open the door of the guest room and opened a smiling face.

When Yin Qingxuan saw the face of the city servant, his face was drooped, looking like a debt collector.

"If you have any dissatisfaction, you have tasted this plate of egg fried rice. I promise it will make you feel that all your previous efforts are worthwhile!" Yun Fan said nothing, walked to the wall and removed it from the track. The Qingyuan Egg Fried Rice, which was transferred to the second floor, was delivered to Yin Qingxuan.

"Okay! If you are a little dissatisfied, your black shop waits to close!"

Yin Qingxuan glanced at the food on the plate, and there were only four words in his mind.

Judging by his critical eyes, the rice grains used to make egg fried rice are ordinary rice, which is definitely not a top-notch ingredient.The truly top-quality rice should have a pearl-like luster, full of grains, and a delicate fragrance.The egg is even the egg laid by an ordinary old hen. If it is a good product, there must be a kind of flowing white gas in the egg liquid.

And after being stir-fried in a pot, the grains are fried until golden brown, just like harvested wheat ears.In the steaming heat, the unique scents of the two will blend with each other, forming a cyclone like a flat dragon, which is spectacular.

Just looking at both the color and the fragrance, Yin Qingxuan has silently brought the issue of smashing the shop into daily life.