The worst thing is that those so-called fans who were unlucky had been shopping for several days, but they had not returned to China yet, and they were all still in the University Town of Xianyang City.

The house they lived in was rented by Park Seung-chang, but what they did made Park Seung-chang really vomit blood this time...

After dealing with a lot of trouble, Park Seung-chang returned to his store, but suddenly met a few familiar ones at the door.

After a closer look, I immediately knelt down. Among the people who lined up at the door of the signature dish, there were actually many people who came from the country to personally support themselves.

Inside the signature vegetable store.

"Asiba...we are here to support Park Seung-chang, and come to the signature dishes for dinner... isn't it good?"

"I don't want to, but the signature dish is so delicious."

"It shouldn't matter. We can't see it even if we eat it secretly."

"Yes, eat it secretly, just don't let him see it. That...why would you add another dish?"

"The taste of this signature dish main store seems to be better than that of our national branch!"

"Yes, yes, but I think Zhaixing Tower is the best."

"Zaixing Tower is better than this, but it is more expensive than this. We can't afford it..."

"Fortunately, Park Seung-chang paid us the money last time. I didn't expect that the consumption level of Chinese people is so high..."

...

In the next few days, Park Seung-chang was like eggplant made from frost. Every day when he saw his country running to support his fans, he ran to sneak up on the signature dishes to queue up. This made him feel like he had eaten a feces.

What made him speechless was that once he met a fan in line at the door and questioned him angrily.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually licked his face and responded to him in very unstandard Chinese language.

"I am not from Bangcui Country, I am from Chinese, Chinese, I love China..."

Half a month later, Park Seung-chang's Tianxiangju was already deserted, and it was difficult to get one or two tables of guests every day.

At night, the second floor office.

"Mr. Park, business is not very good now, we have to think of a solution..."

"What's the best way for you?"

"I think... Otherwise, we will lower the price again. Chinese people like to be greedy for small gains. As long as we lower the price, there will definitely be customers."

"Well, then cut it by half."

The next day, Tianxiangju posted a notice.

[To thank you for your strong support, our store offers special patronage. All dishes are discounted. There are also special products for white porridge 0.1 yuan per bowl!]

It’s true that since I left this notice, Tianxiangju has really come back to life and has been full on the same day.

Park Seung-chang was so happy, but after only three seconds of happiness, he felt something was wrong.

"Come on a bowl of white porridge!"

"I want a bowl of white porridge, too!"

"I want it too!"

...

After selling it during the day, although the store was full and there were long queues outside, all of them came to eat a dime of white porridge.

"Hey, I heard that a new restaurant has been opened next to the signature dish, and white porridge costs one cent per bowl!"

"I heard that too, go and eat white porridge!"

"Take me one!"

...

There is a university town nearby, and there are already many students. Among these students, a considerable number of students have not had particularly good family conditions, such as the quilt four-person group in the 304 dormitory of a university.

"Boss, the news has been confirmed. Tianxiangju's white porridge is really only sold for one cent."

"Isn't it a pitfall? Are there any tricks to consume?"

"No, I heard that I will leave after eating. There is neither limit on the quantity nor force you to get a membership."

"Hehe, what are you waiting for? Let's go quickly. Eat two meals of white porridge a day, which may save two-thirds of your living expenses in a month. We may do a lot of things as we save money..."

"That's what I said, boss, let's go there quickly. The beasts in the dormitory next door have already gone there. I heard that there are a lot of people queuing up."

"Walk……"

...

In just half a day, there were more people in the queue at the entrance of Tianxiangju than in the signature dishes. Later, the queue was already on the commercial street of the University Town.

At ten o'clock in the evening, a quarrel started at the door of Tianxiangju.

Several waiters explained to the people who were queuing outside with bitter faces.

"I'm really sorry, our business hours are up and we're going to close today..."

But the people in the queue won't agree.

"To put it nicely, we started queuing at noon. We finally arrived, but you said we were going to close? Are you having fun?"

"That's right, don't tell people that you have no money. Now that we have so many people, you open the door but say it's not open? Is our team in vain?"

"No, I must give us an explanation today, otherwise we won't leave. Everyone listens to me and sit in his store to see how he closes the door!"

"Everyone rushed forward, we can't wait in line for a long time. This is a scam!"

...

With so many people rushing in, several waitresses couldn't stop them. In less than three minutes, these people who had already been queuing up in line rushed into Tianxiangju.

"Boss, what should I do now? Why don't you call the police?"

"It's probably useless to call the police. There are too many people..."

Park Seung-chang looked at the people in the store and sighed.

"Forget it, since you're in, let this group of people eat it."

After saying that, he started cooking porridge again, and then he did not forget to take pictures of the lively scene in the store and post it on his personal social network.

[Thank you for your concern. Tianxiangju is still here, I am still here, and the business is still here, I will continue to stick to it!]

Foreign netizens are not present at the scene. Just looking at so many guests in the photos, they immediately became excited.

"I just said that the news from a while ago was fake. Look, it is the chef god of our Bangcui Kingdom!"

"Park Seung-chang is so good. You are our pride. Come on, kill the signature dish."

"Haha, does the slap in the face hurt? Where are those Chinese trolls? Look, it's 10:30 in the evening, and your people are still having dinner in the shop opened by our chef god..."

...

Park Seung-chang has earned this face, but he still has to eat the real bitter fruit himself.

"Boss, someone comes in outside again."

"Come on, keep doing it!"

...

"Boss, someone is here again!"

"continue!"

...

This night, Park Seung-chang was very busy. The customers in the store were queuing one after another and came one after another. These people were like an infinite cycle. No matter how many batches came in, there were always so many people queuing outside, and it seemed that there was no decrease at all.

At ten o'clock in the evening, he was cooking porridge.

...

At twelve o'clock in the evening, he was still cooking porridge.

...

At two o'clock in the morning, he was cooking porridge.

...

At five o'clock in the morning, he was still cooking porridge while dozing off.

...

At seven o'clock in the morning, he felt that he was about to die suddenly. He finally fell asleep in a daze against the stove, and heard the waitress running in and shouting.

"Boss, there's another guest..."

...
Chapter completed!