255: It's too early to laugh

Everyone, go buy plane tickets!

Wait for me! I'm taking annual leave!

There aren't many flights from Yinhua City to Modu anyway... Holy cow! There were tickets a moment ago, how did they disappear so fast?!

Whose hands are so quick?! Leave one for me!

Just as the group chat exclaimed, in a very short time after the target was confirmed, economy and business class tickets for flights from Yinhua City to Modu that evening and the next morning quickly sold out.

The airline staff were baffled, not knowing what had suddenly happened in Yinhua City to cause such a concentrated demand for travel.

Meanwhile, those Regular Customers who couldn't leave immediately due to work, finances, or other reasons wailed in the group chat.

I'm crying... My boss won't approve my leave!

As a student, I don't have money for plane tickets! Wuwuwu!

I have to take care of my child, I can't leave at all...

For those of you who can go, can you live stream it then? @Baba Le, big streamer! We're counting on you!

Yes, yes, yes! Live stream! We want to watch the live stream!

Even if we can't eat it, it's good to watch others eat and hear the descriptions!

And so, the old tradition of 'cloud feasting' continued.

Many Regular Customers who couldn't go to Modu decided that at noon tomorrow, they would definitely go to a nearby restaurant or snack stall, buy a plate of egg fried rice, and then 'satisfy their hunger' by watching Baba Le's live broadcast.

At this moment, Baba Le, with his assistant Xiaohu, was sitting in a taxi rushing to the Skyline Financial Building.

During this time, Xiaohu asked in confusion:

Brother, didn't the Little Boss already close his stall today? Why are we still going there at this hour?

Baba Le cursed softly:

What do you know? Do you know what the fans want to see most right now?

After speaking, he looked down at the messages furiously scrolling in the group chat and the photos Yue Yi Fei had sent, so excited that his hands were trembling.

Driver! Please go faster! I'll pay extra! I'll give you extra money!

Baba Le shouted at the driver, then furiously streamed to his mobile live broadcast room.

Family! Found him! Finally found him! The Little Boss is at the Skyline Financial Building! Brothers, send some gifts! Cheer on the streamer! We'll be on site soon! High energy warning ahead!

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room began to soar, and the bullet comments were so dense that the content was almost unreadable.

All the Regular Customers from Yinhua City, no matter where they were, had their hearts flying to that prime financial square in Modu, flying to the fried rice stall that they yearned for... Thursday, lunchtime.

Lu Chuan pushed his food cart, appearing punctually at the entrance and exit of the Skyline Financial Building plaza.

However, the sight before him made him suddenly freeze, and his steps involuntarily stopped.

Normally at this time, although some people would curiously look around, it was never like today... He saw at least thirty to forty people gathered in a dense crowd near the plaza's entrance and exit.

Moreover, the attire of these people was distinctly different from the hurried, suit-clad financial elites around them.

Some wore casual T-shirts, some wore work clothes, some even wore cultural shirts with strange logos, and their faces were filled with eager excitement and anticipation.

More importantly, these faces... he was all too familiar with them!

Lu Chuan's gaze swept over them, and he instantly recognized many people.

There were those who had followed him since the earliest stinky tofu stall: the clever and sharp Qi Yuan, the super chuunibyou Li An, the four-person team of performance artists led by Worker Meng, and the loyal and righteous firefighter Leng Hui.

There were those who got hooked at the cold drink and sweet soup stall: Baba Le, who was holding a selfie stick and live streaming, and his assistant Xiaohu, the amusement park owner Xia Xingyu, the building materials tycoon Li Jingang and his accountant Ji Xiangxiang, the lucky but laid-back Yue Yi Fei, and the self-proclaimed gourmets Yu Zhenzhong and Zhuang Ran.

There were also regulars from the grilled fish stall: the young couple Zhang Kai and Zhang Qin, the couple Xie Yunpeng and Li Yun, and even Qi Yuan's parents were smiling in the crowd.

From the super spicy fatty intestine noodles stall, there were: Gong Ruibin, Xiao Bowen, Li Zhenni, Lu Yu, and Li Xingwei and Li Yuntu.

From the beggar's chicken stall, there were: the young couple Lin Kai and Hua Hanyao, Zheng Hanyang, and the grandfather and granddaughter Chairman Neng Xing and Neng Tong... These Regular Customers had all crossed the distance between cities to gather here at this moment.

They all came.

Lu Chuan felt a joy like meeting old friends, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

However... he seemed to have smiled too early.

As soon as Lu Chuan appeared, the Regular Customers, already ravenous, immediately stirred.

Someone shouted first: "The Little Boss is here!"

The next moment, a scene that made Lu Chuan curl his toes and wish he could disappear on the spot occurred.

Led by Qi Yuan, Li An, and other Regular Customers, this 'foodie army' from Yinhua City, as if rehearsed, spontaneously parted to both sides, creating a passage, and then burst into a unified, powerful cheer and slogan that echoed throughout the plaza's entrance and exit:

We welcome the arrival of the Little Boss—!!!

Guard the Little Boss! All irrelevant people, move aside!

The Yinhua Foodie Group is here to report! Little Boss, please enter!

Little Boss, you've worked hard! Little Boss, please come in!

This formation, these slogans, the burning gazes and undisguised enthusiasm of these dozens of people... Even Lu Chuan, who considered his thick skin to be at its peak, felt his cheeks burning and his scalp tingling at this moment, so embarrassed that he could use his toes to dig out a three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment on the spot.

The white-collar workers and financial elites passing by or waiting to buy fried rice were all stunned by this sudden display, like a gang welcoming their boss in a movie, and stopped in their tracks, looking at Lu Chuan and the Regular Customers as if they were aliens.

What... what's going on?

This scene... could it be the return of an urban dragon king?

Are these people fans of the fried rice stall owner?

This is too exaggerated...

Lu Chuan felt that his entire week's worth of embarrassment had been used up at this moment.

He stiffened his face, pushing his food cart rigidly under the fervent gazes of dozens of Regular Customers and the curious, scrutinizing looks of the surrounding financial elites, until he reached his stall.