Chapter 95 It’s Gone, It’s Really Gone, Not a Single Piece Is Left!

“Sorry, the fried chicken is sold out.

As the last serving of fried chicken was sold, Lin Zhou could only say sorry to the diners behind him.

“If you want to eat, you can come early tomorrow. I will open the stall at 12 o’clock at night, still at this position.”

Looking at everyone’s disappointed eyes, Lin Zhou had no other choice.

He could only limit the quantity and try to let more people eat it.

He is not a superman. Although his genes are enhanced, he can’t stop resting and keep setting up the stall. That would also make him tired.

In essence, he is still a salted fish.

It is not difficult or tiring for him to set up a stall. He can get high returns from the system by working a few hours a day, so he is happy to set up a stall.

On the basis of completing the task, he doesn’t want to work hard like a worker every day to set up a stall.

So the amount prepared is not much, and the stall will be closed after it is sold out!

“Ah? It’s sold out so quickly!”

“Boss, I got up in the middle of the night to buy fried chicken. I can’t not eat it. I will go crazy if I don’t!”

“No, boss, are you doing something! ”

“I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it, there must be fried chicken!”

“…”

Lin Zhou silently took out the empty bucket of chicken nuggets to show it.

“It’s really gone, not a single piece is left!”

The empty fresh-keeping buckets now only have a little bit of marinade residue left, and no chicken can be seen.

A breeze blew, making the scene even more desolate.

“Tomorrow, come earlier tomorrow.”

Lin Zhou said as he packed up and prepared to close the stall.

Everyone looked at him with reluctance.

Lin Zhou packed up and was ready to leave, and there were diners pulling his tricycle and repeatedly reminding him.

“Boss Lin, you must come tomorrow, I’ll line up in advance to wait for you.”

“Boss, prepare more potato chips and fried chicken, I love it.”

“Will there be new products tomorrow? I like to eat fried chicken with Sichuan pepper flavor.”

“Boss Lin, I can’t bear to leave you, can’t you set up the stall for a while? "

Lin Zhou:......

After finally getting rid of the diners following him, Lin Zhou rode his tricycle very fast.

It was more than three o'clock in the morning, and he was sweating all over. It was really scary!

When he returned to the villa, it was already four o'clock.

If it wasn't a bit difficult to close the stall, he should have been home by three o'clock.

The security guard guarding the gate saw Lin Zhou coming back and opened the door enthusiastically.

"Mr. Lin is back!"

"Thank you for your hard work."

Lin Zhou also smiled and nodded and greeted him.

At this time, another security guard looked at Lin Zhou's familiar tricycle with a thoughtful look on his face.

After Lin Zhou's figure disappeared completely, he silently took out his mobile phone and looked at the Weibo of the same city he had just swiped.

"Do you think the person described here is Mr. Lin? ”

This time in the early morning is a good time for the security guards to slack off. There is no special work at all. There is nothing else to do except opening the gate.

There is another person on patrol. The two of them are just guarding the gate. They slack off in the security booth.

"Oh my god, these three buses are the same, but it's Mr. Lin?"

"I didn't expect Mr. Lin to really go out to set up a stall every time he goes out!"

The two security guards were very shocked.

Originally, Lin Zhou lived in a top-level mansion like the Royal Capital. His identity as a rich man was beyond doubt. It was outrageous for such a person to ride a tricycle to set up a stall when he had nothing to do.

I didn't expect it to be so popular. Some people even posted a post online to discuss it.

It really broadened the horizons of the two security guards.

"Looking at these comments, people are discussing Mr. Lin's identity online, and some are praising the food he makes. "

"Indeed, the sign on Mr. Lin's tricycle is different every week, and he sells different food. "

The two security guards seemed to have discovered a new world. They put their heads together, concentrating on reading the comments and whispering about it.

"Some people also complained that Mr. Lin's stall was not fixed at a fixed time or place, just like playing."

"Isn't this normal? Mr. Lin is not short of money. What are these netizens thinking!"

The more they watched, the more excited they became. So one of them couldn't help but secretly replied below: "Don't you think that Mr. Lin is a rich man living in the royal capital? It's a once-in-a-century opportunity to go out and set up a stall. Do you still expect him to work hard every day to set up a stall? "

"What are you doing? You can't disclose the privacy of the owner. Delete it quickly! "

Another security guard saw his action and slapped him on the head.

It's okay to watch the fun, but joining in is against professional ethics.

Working in such a place, as a security guard, you have to sign a confidentiality agreement.

The security guard who posted the comment also reacted. Although no one knew him, it was a bit unsafe. If something happened, he would lose his job, so he deleted the comment immediately.

But I don't know which gentleman, perhaps too curious about Lin Zhou's identity, actually bought heat for this Weibo post.

So at this point, many people saw the comment.

Previously, the discussion of Lin Zhou's identity in the comment area was full of suspicion, and no one ever gave a specific address or anything.

The Royal Capital is still so famous in Jiangdong, it is a symbol of rich people.

This comment started with the Royal Capital, maybe he knew something, otherwise he couldn't mention this address.

Then this comment was deleted in seconds, and this strange attitude made netizens alert.

"It's not right, it's not right, did you see a comment saying that Boss Lin lives in the Royal Capital?"

"I saw it too. I just swiped it and wanted to ask about it the next second but it was gone."

"Could it be an internal staff comment?"

"No, why don't you doubt the authenticity of this comment? The Royal Capital is a place where every inch of land is worth a lot of money. It is where the richest people in Jiangdong City live. There is only one road leading to the villa. People who don't live there don't have to go that road."

"You told me that people who live in the Royal Capital work hard to set up stalls in the middle of the night every day?"

"It's obviously fake!"

"..."

Seeing that someone paid attention to this comment after it was withdrawn in seconds, the security guard panicked for a moment, but then he saw that no one in the comment area believed it, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The security guard's mood at this moment was like seeing that everyone on the Internet didn't know Lin Zhou's identity, but he knew it, which gave him a strange sense of superiority.

One couldn't help but want to reveal something to get attention.

But he was stopped by his colleagues.

At this moment, he felt a little excited, a little scared, and very complicated.

"You said that someone posted online looking for Mr. Lin. The food that Mr. Lin cooks must be delicious!"

In the past, every time they saw Lin Zhou setting up a stall, they were just curious about this behavior.

They never thought it would be delicious.

The stereotype of rich people is that they have nannies and cooks at home, and few of them can cook, let alone cook well enough to set up a stall.

They just think it is a special hobby of rich people.

Especially when Lin Zhou sets up the stall at such an unusual time.

It seems that this hobby is just for rich people to seek excitement and set up a stall for fun.

The appearance of this scarf broke their cognition.