Start with the script killing shop

Zhou Yuan, who said that accompanying her boss and leaders to earn money was like being with a king or a tiger. Since she didn’t have to work overtime and didn’t have any other entertainment activities at night, she simply stayed in the store chatting with Jiang Qi and Jiang Wanwan and making complaints. Let’s see how bad the boss’s poker skills are.

"I think our boss just doesn't know how to play Texas Hold'em. When DM explained the rules, I saw a trace of confusion in his eyes. I felt that he didn't understand the rules at all, and our boss pretended not to say it. The cards just sit there and do nothing, just losing round after round.”

Since the rules of Texas Hold'em are much more complicated than those of ordinary Land Fighting, Huang Fugui would ask all the players present if they had played Texas Hold'em before starting the game, and then briefly explain the rules again. If someone is a complete novice and has never played it, Huang Fugui will generally not play this game.

"I don't understand why you didn't tell me?" Jiang Wanwan expressed her incomprehension.

Zhou Yuan glanced at the sausages on the sausage roaster and found that they were not completely cooked. She shook her head and said, "You don't have a job yet. You don't understand. I think this should be the boss's responsibility. Think about it, a whole table of people , we are all employees, he is the only boss. The employees know how to play Texas Hold'em and don't have any objections. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for the boss to say "I don't know how to play Texas Hold'em Poker" at this time. "

Jiang Wanwan thought about it and felt that it made sense, but something was not quite right.

Jiang Qi knew that Zhou Yuan was waiting for the grilled sausages. After he finished delivering the milk tea ordered by the customers at the Alley End Barbeque Restaurant, Jiang Qi saw that the grilled sausages were almost done, so he skewered one for Zhou Yuan.

When Zhou Yuan saw Jiang Qi skewering sausages, she stood up from the sofa and ran to the sausage machine.

"Give me one too."

Scan the QR code to pay in one go.

Jiang Qi handed the sausage to Zhou Yuan.

Grilled until crispy, sizzling and oily, the grilled sausage is so fragrant that it can burn you to death with one bite.

"Boss Jiang, I'm leaving first. If everything goes well, I'll see you next Wednesday." Zhou Yuan walked away with the sausage.

At this moment, Qin Can, who was washing dishes upstairs, came down with 10 bowls. As he went downstairs, he asked, "Aren't there 9 people playing this afternoon? Why are there 10 bowls?"

"Zhou Yuan ate two bowls of noodles." Jiang Qi said, turning to ask Huang Fugui, who was drinking milk tea and reading a book, "Uncle Huang, how did you let Zhou Yuan eat two bowls of noodles reasonably in the end?"

Jiang Qi remembered that Zhou Yuan came down with Fang Jing and the others, so there should be no chance to secretly eat another bowl of noodles.

"Zhou Yuan is the MVP. After the show ended, I brought her an extra bowl of noodles and said that the MVP could have one more bowl." Huang Fugui said.

Normally MVP only issues coupons, but Huang Fugui found a good excuse.

Jiang Wanwan fell into deep thought.

"Zhou Yuan and their boss have a very good temper." Jiang Wanwan sighed.

"Not only did Zhou Yuan eat two bowls of noodles in front of him, but she also won the MVP of the game. She even beat him to death in a card game. Their boss actually helped Zhou Yuan pay the money."

Everyone who reacted:...

"It should be Zhou Yuantoutie." Jiang Qi said silently. He opened his phone and was about to check Moments for a while, when he found that Fang Jing had posted on Moments.

…

A string of ellipses were sent.

Jiang Qi:?

What does it mean?

It's only 9:04 in the evening. Logically speaking, Fang Jing should be writing books in the JC Detective Center or the Fan Interpretation Club. When typing the notebook, I sent a string of ellipses to the circle of friends. It seems that Mr. Fang’s notebook printing tonight did not go well.

Jiang Qi refreshed again and found that Fang Jing's circle of friends was gone.

Maybe the wrong number was sent.

Jiang Qi checked WeChat for a while and found that Jiang Wanwan was already free enough to log in and switch between her 9 accounts. She was asking in the appointment group if anyone would be there tomorrow and wanted to play the Mystery Book/Happy Book/The Legendary Noodle Book. .

Then some wild guests were actually fished out and expressed their desire to play the emotional and horror books.

In theory, Liu Lan, who was opening a book upstairs, immediately appeared through the customer service account, recommending "Mask Club" and "Time Cinema".

Just when Jiang Qi was thinking about whether he should play the trumpet to show his support, Qin Can had already played the trumpet.

For a while, the group was very lively, like a large-scale Internet fraud scene.

Jiang Wanwan was still exchanging experiences with Qin Can: "Don't post emoticons. Posting emoticons will easily reveal who you are. Just pretend to be a passerby and say, I happen to be free tomorrow. Do you have an appointment with me this afternoon?"

"Usually, you can also post a message in the group, complaining about having to work overtime again today or the traffic on the way to get off work, etc., and pretend to be a living person."

"And Ah Can, I think you need to register more trumpet accounts. Talking in the group with one trumpet is a bit like a shill. Register a few more like me and switch between chats so you won't be easily discovered."

Qin Can said he had learned it.

Jiang Qi also said that he had learned from it and started to register a few more small accounts to serve as trustees.

"Hey, whose trumpet is this Nuannuan Juezi and Huhu? I discovered it two days ago. Every time I speak, these two accounts jump out to echo me immediately. It's so fake. .”

Jiang Qi and Qin Can shook their heads quickly.

"Is it Lanlan's trumpet?" Qin Can guessed.

"I don't know." Jiang Wanwan frowned and continued.

There were only two carloads of guests in the evening, Liu Lan was there, and Old John had a carload of mystery books that had been reserved long ago. Seeing that everyone was so busy, Jiang Qi asked others to go back first and just stayed in the store to guard the store.

"Okay, I got off work early today, go home and get points!" Qin Can happily packed up his things and went home, completely forgetting that he theoretically has 4 days off per month, "Goodbye, boss!"

Jiang Qi saw some customers in the group complaining about why there were no horror books in the store. They especially wanted to play horror books, so he began to think about whether he should buy some cheap second-hand boxed horror.

After opening a script-selling store for so long, Jiang Qi studied the sales information of other stores and found that the most profitable ones are emotional and horror books.

Girls play more of these two types of books, especially horror books. Horror is not limited to gender, and it is not difficult to open. You just need to create a scary atmosphere in the room and get a few people to come out and pretend to be ghosts to scare people.

Since the store's business exploded last week, more and more customers have contacted Liu Lan's customer service number to ask if they have any horror books. The store has also lost some customers because there are no horror books.

But if you want to buy a batch of horror books, another problem will arise.

There is no horror room in the store.

Horror books are very important for decoration and atmosphere. As a willful shop owner who has been losing money for thirty years, Jiang Bing never thought about opening a horror book when he opened a script-killing store for renovation. (Mainly because she is afraid of ghosts)

If Jiang Qi wanted to buy a horror book, he would have to change a room upstairs into a horror room and re-decorate it softly.

In recent years, Jiang Qi has only been responsible for taking over the business, not the decoration. He knows nothing about store decoration. He had no idea how much time it would take to renovate a room or how much it would cost.

After thinking about it, Jiang Qi decided to call Jiang Bing and ask his sister's opinion.

Jiang Bing answered the phone almost instantly.

"Hey, brother, what's going on?"

"Sister, I want to ask your opinion. I want to buy a batch of horror books and renovate a room on the second floor into a horror room. What do you think?"

Jiang Bing on the other end of the phone immediately sat up straight: "Do you want to buy a horror book?"

Jiang Bing hesitated for a moment: "Actually, that's okay. I basically didn't decorate the small modern room on the second floor. It just had a white wall without even wallpaper, so I called it a modern room."

"If you want to build a horror room, you can change the tables and chairs, add some small decorations, and save a few thousand dollars. I have a classmate who is doing interior design now, and I asked him to help me draw a picture. , if I change it again, it shouldn’t cost much." Jiang Bing expressed support for Jiang Qi's idea, "Do you have enough money? How is the store's business recently?"

Jiang Qi proudly reported last week's turnover.

Jiang Bing fell into silence on the other end of the phone.

"Sister, are you still there? Can you hear me? Are you disconnected from the Internet?"

"Still." Jiang Bing's voice was full of confusion and sadness, "I just didn't expect... you are so talented at opening a store."

"Aren't you in the group? Every day's appointment information is sent out. You should be able to roughly estimate it."

"I thought those appointment information were all fake. You sent false appointment information specifically to make customers think that our store is doing well. I was still thinking in my mind, your marketing method is really good, and It saves money and is easy to use, how could I have known that it was true!" Jiang Bing didn't expect that it was because he was in a small position.

"I see that Wanwan's trumpet always speaks first in the group every day. I thought she had nothing to do, so she created a dozen trumpets to entertain herself in the group."

"I even created two trumpets to echo her in the group to save her from embarrassment. How did I know that the other people were real people!"

Jiang Qi:......

It turns out those two numbers are you.

Sister, I am truly worthy of you.