119: What the hell is going on?

At seven in the morning, vendors gradually began setting up their stalls.

What surprised them was that job seekers were already queuing up at this hour, even stretching onto the main road.

A kind old man, riding his tricycle, passed the end of the line and good-naturedly reminded them:

"The Talent Market doesn't open until eight! You've come a bit too early!"

The few people who were reminded politely nodded, neither explaining anything nor leaving.

The old man shook his head, still wondering what special day it was.

However, as he rode into the aisle, he saw that the line did not extend to the building entrance, but instead stopped abruptly in the middle of the aisle.

This sight made the old man even more perplexed.

When he rode to his usual stall location and stopped, he found that there was only one stall's difference from the front of the line.

Goodness, wasn't this the stall location of the kid who sold super spicy fatty intestine noodles?

The old man scratched his head.

That kid looked very introverted; when he saw so many people standing in front of his stall later, wouldn't he be too shy and look for another place to set up?

"Business is already bad, and now this happens, sigh!"

The old man sighed. Although he felt sympathy, he was unable to help.

Time slowly passed.

More and more vendors noticed this unique line, and many of them eyed this 'fat meat' during this time.

But it was strange.

A vendor rode a small cart, carrying baskets of steaming hot buns, selling them from the end of the line all the way to the front.

It could be seen that many people in the queue showed expressions of interest, and some even had their stomachs rumbling.

Just as the vendor's face lit up with joy, thinking he was about to make a big sale...

Those people suddenly turned their heads away, resolutely ignoring, not looking, and not listening.

"..."

The vendor returned to his stall, dumbfounded, and when he mentioned this to a colleague nearby, he still looked incredibly bewildered.

And the colleague, using this as conversation fodder, began chatting with the person next to him.

Word spread like wildfire.

Soon, all the vendors near the Talent Market building began discussing this strange line.

Some even placed bets to see who could earn even a single cent from these "stingy" job seekers.

Time passed minute by minute.

As it turned out, everyone had miscalculated; more and more people joined the line, which even extended to the restaurants along the roadside.

But from beginning to end, no one voluntarily left the line to buy a breakfast to fill their stomach.

Everyone fell silent.

Just when they thought no one could make a sale from these people...

The clock struck eight o'clock.

In an instant, the line suddenly "boiled over."

Everyone went from a state of silent stillness to being full of passion.

Then, shouts echoed from the very end of the line all the way to the front.

"The Little Boss is here! Those at the front, prepare to receive him!"

"Little Boss, Little Boss!"

"Hahaha, today I'm going to eat to my heart's content!"

"Little Boss, I love you!"

"..."

The passionate and fervent atmosphere instantly stunned all the vendors, and even the real job seekers in front of the building craned their necks to look over.

The old man, who was fanning himself, watched Lu Chuan being "escorted" all the way over, and his fan clattered to the ground.

"What in the world is going on?"

Lu Chuan heard the sound, smiled at the old man, and then stopped in front of his stall.

While He Jingrui was preparing his stall, he looked at the long line stretching far ahead and listened to the excited cheers.

He grinned, then suddenly raised his hands and gently pressed them down.

In an instant, all the Regular Customers quieted down.

The air seemed to freeze.

The dumbfounded vendors, seeing this situation, immediately held their breath.

They looked at Lu Chuan for a moment, then at the queue, their eyes filled with incredulity.

And the kind old man next to Lu Chuan's stall, as well as the gossipy big brother, had their mouths wide open, as if they could fit a duck egg inside.

What... what was going on?

Lu Chuan spoke at this moment.

"Everyone, don't rush. To prevent new customers from not knowing my rules, please relay them to each other later."

After speaking, he glanced at He Jingrui, who was already prepared, nodded, and smiled:

"Today, I'm setting up the stall to sell — super spicy fatty intestine noodles!"

"Before ordering, please present your proof of purchase!"

"Everyone, start ordering!"

As Lu Chuan's words fell.

All the Regular Customers' eyes lit up, and they simultaneously raised their phones, displaying various interview notification text messages.

This scene once again shocked the old man and the other vendors for ten thousand years... The vehicle slowly stopped by the asphalt road.

Xiao Bowen looked at the crowd stretching to the entrances of the restaurants on both sides and said in surprise:

"I didn't expect there to be so many job seekers here at the Talent Market. We really should have come here earlier to do our interviews!"

After speaking, he looked at the silent Gong Ruibin next to him and couldn't help but sigh again.

"As expected, the Editor-in-chief is more experienced!"

However, what he didn't know was that Gong Ruibin was also quite puzzled at this moment.

Could there really be so many job seekers at the Talent Market?

Because everyone sitting in the car were newcomers, and he had been praised so highly by Xiao Bowen's few words.

Gong Ruibin naturally wouldn't undermine himself at such a moment.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Let's go. The sooner we finish the interviews, the sooner we can go back to work."

Several newcomers immediately nodded in agreement, then, according to their previous groupings, got out of the car one after another to find their targets.

Gong Ruibin said to Xiao Bowen:

"Let's go too."

Xiao Bowen quickly straightened his clothes, then got out of the car first, and turned to help Gong Ruibin out as well.

"Take your time."

"It's fine, I'm not old enough to need a cane yet. Let's go."

The two of them had also assigned themselves a task this time.

That was to identify suitable company targets and interview them one by one.

This kind of work, because it involved facing companies, was not something inexperienced newcomers could do.

The two followed the queuing crowd and walked into the aisle.

However, the further they walked, the more they felt something was off.

Xiao Bowen looked hesitant and finally spoke.

"These people don't seem to be job seekers..."

Gong Ruibin narrowed his eyes but didn't speak.

The two continued to walk forward until a fragrant and spicy smell wafted over.

Xiao Bowen's steps paused slightly, and he instinctively stretched his neck to sniff.

"What kind of breakfast are they selling? It smells so good!"

After smelling this aroma, Gong Ruibin also immediately salivated.

This made Gong Ruibin extremely surprised.

He had maintained a light diet for several years now.

So much so that he usually felt uncomfortable even when he smelled something slightly spicy.

But now, this aroma seemed to possess a magical power, making him instinctively feel a craving.