Old Wang finally got to the front of the stall.
Taking a greedy breath of the delicious smell, Old Wang couldn't wait to say, "One serving of fresh shrimp congee, shrimp rice noodle rolls, and pork rice noodle rolls each, please."
"Sure, just a moment."
Wang Fan casually placed the sandalwood fish on the stall and began to busy himself.
Old Wang was curious about the small wooden fish that suddenly appeared in front of him, which was at most 5 centimeters long.
The dark brown little wooden fish looked somewhat cute, and Old Wang couldn't help but want to give it a knock.
Suppressing the itch in his hands, Old Wang asked, "Boss, can I knock on this wooden fish?"
Wang Fan, busy with his hands, cheerfully said, "You can, just tap it lightly."
He hadn't knocked it himself yet, but thought the sandalwood should be quite hard, not likely to break with a single knock.
Receiving Wang Fan's affirmative answer, Old Wang carefully pinched the mallet and gently tapped on the smooth head of the wooden fish.
"Tok."
A crisp and pleasant sound rang in his ears, making Old Wang feel his somewhat congested head suddenly clear.
Afterward, some funny memories inexplicably popped into his head, making the corners of his mouth involuntarily curl up.
Old Wang's hand unconsciously knocked continuously.
Once, twice, three times...
"Tok tok tok tok tok..."
The crisp and pleasant sound kept echoing, and Liu Bicheng, along with others behind Old Wang, curiously craned their necks, feeling better just listening to the sound.
Not until Wang Fan handed over the rice noodle rolls did Old Wang reluctantly put down the mallet.
Liu Bicheng, who had been itching to have a turn, saw Old Wang was still dawdling while paying and immediately pushed him out of the queue.
"Go on, I'm treating today."
Quickly stepping forward, he said, "One of the pork and fresh shrimp rice noodle rolls too, and shrimp congee as well."
Wang Fan helplessly said, "I'm really sorry, only pork rice noodle rolls are left now. The fresh shrimp rice noodle rolls and shrimp congee are sold out."
Wang Fan's face looked helpless, but in fact, he was overjoyed.
His stall was set up for just over an hour, yet 100 servings of fresh shrimp rice noodle rolls and 50 servings of shrimp congee were sold out, with barely any of the 100 pork rice noodle rolls left.
Roughly calculating, the income of the afternoon alone exceeded a thousand, and with over two thousand a day, his heart was filled with joy.
Moreover, the system just gave him a little money-making widget, earning one buck for every 10 knocks a customer made, which added up to at least a decent dozen each day.
This little life truly was delightful!
Liu Bicheng, a bit envious, glanced at Old Wang's fresh shrimp rice noodle rolls and shrimp congee, but had no choice but to order a pork rice noodle roll.
However, his attention quickly shifted to the small wooden fish.
He picked up the mallet and started knocking.
"Tok tok tok tok..."
The crisp sound rung out again, and the crowd in line were craning their necks, looking at the small wooden fish.
The more Liu Bicheng knocked, the more entertaining he found it; he laughed while knocking, nearly grinning ear to ear.
"This is really fun, haha, boss, where did you buy this wooden fish? I'd like to buy one too."
Wang Fan chuckled, "It's an old item handed down in the family, probably hard to come by, here, your pork rice noodle rolls."
Liu Bicheng took the rice noodle rolls, reluctantly putting down the mallet like Old Wang.
Once out of the queue, he looked around, realizing Old Wang, who stood beside him, was nowhere to be seen.
?
Where's the person? How could my subordinate just disappear?
There's no way he went back to the office directly without waiting for us, right?
No matter how low his EQ is, it shouldn't be that low, right?
Couldn't be, couldn't be, right?
Looking around, Liu Bicheng finally saw Old Wang but froze at the sight.
Hadn't Old Wang already bought everything? Why was he in line again?
Could it be...?
Liu Bicheng's eyes lit up, he quickly walked over to join Old Wang's line again.
...
Wang Fan speechlessly watched Old Wang appear before him once more.
What was going on?
Hadn't he already bought everything?
Old Wang laughed, "Boss, just give me whatever's left, I'll just knock on the wooden fish for now."
Saying that, he picked up the mallet and lightly tapped it again.
Wang Fan looked down at his empty food cart, realizing there was almost nothing left to sell besides himself.
"Apologies to all customers, today's rice noodle rolls and shrimp congee are sold out, perhaps you could come earlier tomorrow?"
Hearing Wang Fan's words, some people left the line in disappointment.
"Can't you make more tomorrow, boss? I didn't get any even when I came in the morning, and after waiting for so long tonight, I still didn't get any. It's so tough!"
"Yeah, do you not have confidence in your rice noodle rolls, since you make so few each day?"
"Boss, what time do you set up the stall in the morning? Even if it means waking up at 5 AM, I must have a serving tomorrow morning!"
Wang Fan quickly replied, "I'll be setting up every morning at 5 AM and in the afternoon around 5 PM this week. I welcome customers to support my business."
Hmm?
Liu Bicheng sharply caught an issue in that statement.
No problem with 5 AM to 5 PM, but that first part about this week was worth pondering.
What does this week mean? Being here this week, does it mean not being here next week?
Is this boss a mobile vendor? I haven't heard of any city management here.
"Boss, does that mean you're stationed at Shuofeng Park this week, but might not be here next week?"
Wang Fan was taken aback, thinking this customer had quite the knack for picking up key points.
"Yes, I'll be here at Shuofeng Park this week, but I might not be here next week."
Old Wang got anxious and even halted his wooden fish tapping.
"Why change spots? Isn't it good here? I see your business is booming; everything's sold out in no time, so why leave?"
Liu Bicheng glanced around, leaned in, and whispered, "Are you being squeezed out by competitors?"
Wang Fan, somewhat helplessly amused, said, "No, no, it might be a personality thing; I just don't like staying in one place for too long."
What Wang Fan said was truly against his will.
He was quite lazy, preferring to lie down instead of sitting, sit instead of standing, and stay put instead of moving around.
If it weren't for the system, he might have just stayed in one place to diligently run his stall, but the system issued random tasks and various tool rewards, too tempting to resist.
Now, his equipment included four items: a white-quality convertible self-driving food cart, a white-quality cookware set, a white-quality food preservation box, and a green-quality small wooden fish.
Every one of these items undoubtedly fell outside the scientific category of rewards.
Money can't buy everything, but these treasures are invaluable.
And if a green-quality small wooden fish has such godlike attributes, how incredible would the premium purple or Golden Legend ones be?
If this small wooden fish reached the Golden level, wouldn't a single knock earn 100 bucks?
By then, the income from selling food might just be a small part, propelling him to the pinnacle of life, enjoying a wealthy lifestyle.