Chapter 122: Hand Cakes Full of Happiness

This person should be the legendary Doubi, right? When he comes up with a long speech, are we familiar with it? And why should I believe you? Besides, it would be great if this finger cake could go through the assembly line, return the brand, and go on the market. You are not the smartest in this world. If you can think of it, others have already thought of it.

Mr. Zhang refused to accept, "Master Lin, do you not believe me?"

Lin Fan replied: "I don't believe it, I'm not interested."

Mr. Zhang still thought that the other party did not believe him, and then stopped Lin Fan directly, "Do you know who I am? Have you seen the tall buildings over there? The five-star Yuehai International Hotel is my property. I can tell In this way, it can be guaranteed, and if you miss it, you will lose an opportunity."

Lin Fan really didn't know how to tell this guy, "First, I don't want to cooperate, and I am satisfied with selling ten copies every day. Second, if I want to cooperate, I won't cooperate with you, because I have someone. Three, don't talk about it again."

Tian Shengun knows a lot. This finger cake is indeed delicious. As for the recipe, there is no such recipe. It is completely made by this kid. I am afraid that no one else in the world can make it except him.

It is completely impossible to produce this pancake on an assembly line, so when this guy talked about it, Tian Shengun was not very interested. If it could be produced on an assembly line, he would have cooperated with Wang Mingyang a long time ago. Collaborate with others.

Mr. Zhang didn't believe it anymore, "Master Lin, if you think there is something dissatisfied with the profit, we can talk slowly, and you don't need to fool me, do you?"

"Why am I fooling you?" Lin Fan asked in surprise.

Mr. Zhang said: "You said you won't cooperate with me, because you have someone, I really don't believe it, who can have this ability."

Lin Fan shook his head with a smile, and didn't want to keep pestering him, "Wang Mingyang knows."

"I know." Mr. Zhang nodded.

"That's fine. He's my brother. If I want to give birth, do you think I need to find someone else?" Lin Fan said.

When Mr. Zhang heard this, he obviously didn't believe it, but when he wanted to say something, Lin Fan waved his hand directly, "Okay, that's it, don't bother me anymore."

"Master Lin...Master Lin." Mr. Zhang shouted from behind, but Lin Fan didn't even turn his head.

Tian Shengun took a look at Mr. Zhang, and then walked with Wu Tianhe and his daughter. Now they depend on Wu Tianhe for their daily life after get off work. They chat and play chess, which is very interesting.

Mr. Zhang left deflated, but he was very unwilling.

in the car.

"Go back." Mr. Zhang said with a bad expression, "Master Lin really has no business acumen. With such a formula, he didn't know how to make good use of it. This is a huge loss of wealth."

The driver said: "Mr. Zhang, I feel very strange. How can you say that a finger cake can be eaten to such an extent? Anyway, I don't believe it, but I recently watched an older ancient TV series, a soy sauce. Shang put something in the soy sauce, which is addictive and produces a wonderful feeling, I feel very similar."

Mr. Zhang was annoyed, "Drive your car."

But then Mr. Zhang also felt strange, thinking of those people who bought finger cakes, the expressions they showed when they tasted finger cakes were too exaggerated, as if they had taken medicine now, it was very strange.

Mr. Zhang sat in the car, meditated, and refused to cooperate with me. Is there a problem? Or is there another reason?

"Oh, I'll go, why are you so stupid?" Mr. Zhang slapped his forehead, thinking of one thing, test, don't you know what's in it, stupid, really stupid.

....

the next day!

There was already a long queue at the door of the store.

Lin Fan made the finger cakes every morning, and then went to the association to teach the children. This day was very fulfilling and satisfying.

I don't want to make too many changes. If there is a change, it's good to take it slowly.

Life must be interesting and exciting.

The citizens could not wait to line up a long queue.

The store owners around looked enviously at the scene in front of them, "The business of the little boss is getting better day by day, and there are more and more people queuing here."

"Isn't this nonsense, the little boss's finger cakes are very famous now, you don't know, there are people driving here."

"So crazy?"

"Hehe, what's even more crazy is that you haven't seen it yet. Do you know how much the little boss got fried for the hand pancakes the day before yesterday?"

"How many?"

"This number." (Three fingers raised)

"three hundred?"

"Oh, stop talking, I can't talk to you, just want to buy it for three hundred? You take money too seriously, don't you? Let me tell you, it's three thousand, and the other party is almost reluctant to sell it. How dare you letter?"

"It's true, it's too fake for this hand pancake to be hyped up to such a price."

"Let's not talk about it. I can see that you have never eaten the hand pancakes of the little boss. I have to prepare the goods. These people will patronize our store later."

....

The citizens are very happy every day, and queuing up at the 'Master Lin' store every day has become an indispensable part of them.

For those citizens who are in the queue, some really want to eat, so naturally they will not sell them, and some are short of money, but they are still in the queue, and they have to fight a lot in their hearts before they are willing to sell the hand pancakes.

After all, there is no shortage of rich people who come to buy finger cakes.

In Yunli Street, a legend began to spread.

"It's hard to find finger cakes."

Wu Youlan proficiently handed out the number plate. She is now used to the scene every morning. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed that hand pancakes would be so popular.

"Little boss, where have you been so chic recently? I haven't seen you in the afternoon."

"Yes, sometimes I want to chat with the little boss, but I don't have the chance."

"Your news is too ill-informed. The little boss has joined the Wushu Association now, and the little boss has a sense of justice. He helped a group of disabled children and quarreled with the leaders."

"Yeah, there's still this matter, I'll definitely have to take a good look at it when I go back."

Lin Fan smiled, and then reported the number.

"No. 1, No. 14, No. 25...."

When reporting the numbers, the citizens held their breaths. This scene was just like when the teacher reported the scores in school.

Excited!

nervous!

Especially when they were selected, they were naturally very excited, just like getting full marks in the exam.

Number one is a lad who seems to have been picked several times.

Lin Fan stood in front of the booth, busy with his hands, "Good luck, I was selected three times."

The fashionable guy stood in front of the booth, and the saliva in his mouth began to secrete. He couldn't help it, and then nodded, "Well, good luck, I was selected three times in a week."

The people queuing up around are very envious. What is the concept of three times a week? Basically, you can taste the irresistible hand pancakes every day.