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Chapter 696

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Putting aside the matter of the menu, the money box had been placed at the entrance for a few days. On this day, Wuhai started staring blankly at the money box while waiting in line.

"Mustache, what are you looking at?" Ling Hong couldn't help asking when he saw Wu Hai staring at the money box at the door for a long time.

Wuhai stroked his beard and said, "I feel that this money box is placed in the wrong place."

"Hmm?" Ling Hong was puzzled.

"I often observe this street. Other than the white-collar workers who pass by here on their way to work, the rest are mostly here to eat at Compass's restaurant. Think about these two types of people. The former live nearby, while the latter would definitely bring money if they came here to eat. What's the point of leaving a money box here to solve a person's urgent needs?" Wu Hai asked.

Ling Hong nodded. What he said made sense. However, he knew Wuhai too well. This guy was not someone who would care about such things. So, he did not say anything about his discovery. He just waited for Wuhai's next sentence.

Sure enough, the next sentence was, "The car logo is indeed not as smart as I am. Hahaha."

"Big Brother Ling, what's wrong with Brother Wu?" Mu Xiaoyun rarely appeared in Yuanzhou shop during school hours. She saw Wuhai smiling like a fool the moment she arrived. She asked, "Why are you smiling like a fool?"

"Cough, cough, cough …" Wuhai choked.

Ling Hong was elated. He replied, "I'm afraid he's really a fool."

"What nonsense are you talking about? By the way, your portrait is done. When are you going to collect it?" Wuhai changed the topic.

"Tomorrow." Ling Hong was afraid that a long delay would bring trouble.

Wu Hai nodded. Drawing a small portrait was easier, but drawing a portrait of Yu Chu was much more difficult. Wu Hai had already drawn quite a few drafts, but none of them satisfied him. Speaking of which, Wu Hai was really going all out for the sake of a few Tangyuans.

Mu Xiaoyun didn't understand what Ling Hong and Wuhai were talking about, so she couldn't help but look around. The money box was obviously placed at the door, so she naturally saw it at a glance and couldn't help but ask.

Ling Hong and Wuhai briefly explained the bet between Ma Zhida and Jiang Changxi, as well as the bug in the money box.

Mu Xiaoyun said, "That's easy. I have a classmate who is Marshal Tian Peng."

What the hell was Canopy Marshal? Zhu Bajie?

Facing Ling Hong and Wuhai's doubtful gazes, Mu Xiaoyun explained, "The Canopy Marshal is in charge of 800,000 marines. I think it's quite appropriate to put the money box in Boss Yuan's restaurant because Boss Yuan's restaurant is quite popular. If you're in trouble and want to travel or are in urgent need of 10 RMB, you can find it. "

"I'll ask my classmates to help promote it," Mu Xiaoyun said.

Thinking about it carefully, it was also a good idea.

"Xiaoyun, aren't you going to school today?" Ling Hong suddenly thought of this.

Mu Xiaoyun lifted the small box in her hand and said, "Today, our extracurricular tutoring is Western Cuisine. Then I learned how to make a cake, and I want to give it to Boss Yuan to try."

Ling Hong suddenly had an idea. "Is it delicious? Do you want me to try it first?"

Hearing that, Mu Xiaoyun took a step back. Holding the cake, she said carefully, "This is for Boss Yuan. Brother Ling, if you want to eat it, I'll make it next time."

As she said that, she seemed to be worried that Ling Hong would snatch it from her. She took small steps and directly ran into the restaurant. Since it was business hours now, Mu Xiaoyun quickly explained the purpose of her visit, put down the cake, and left.

After Mu Xiaoyun left the restaurant, Yuan Zhou gently placed the small box on the cabinet so that it wouldn't be easily touched.

"I don't even know what day it is today." Wuhai felt like the flowers had withered as he waited in line. Normally, he wouldn't have to wait in line if he came at the right time. But today, he came at the right time, but there was a long line.

He took out his phone again. That's right, it wasn't even a minute longer than usual. Wuhai couldn't understand it.

How much worry could a gentleman have? It was like a group of eunuchs going to a brothel!

The corner of Ling Hong's mouth curved into a mysterious smile, as if he was hiding something important.

Just like what Wuhai said, there was no movement from the money box at the door. Aside from a naughty kid who thought it was fun and took a few yuan, no one else touched it. There were quite a few people watching the show. Mu Xiaoyun was worried about this matter, so before she returned to school, she entrusted this matter to the "Canopy Marshal."

This Canopy Marshal's ability was not just for show. In one afternoon, at most four to five hours, this matter was already a hot topic on Weibo. Not to mention, there were all sorts of discussions on forums and Tieba.

The routine went like this:

[A heartwarming gesture. Who else can you ask for help when you have no friends?]

[Shocking! A small shop hidden on the street. There's a long line every day. So this is what the boss did.]

[What can you do with ten yuan? Eat a bowl of noodles or a bag of chips? A Chengdu citizen tells you that ten yuan can see through a person's true nature.]

[If you're in trouble, do you want a place like this? Ten places in Sichuan that are different from the rest.]

Canopy Marshal's water power was really huge. First of all, there were different slogans for the promotion location. For example, UC, the familiar shock department. Then, there were random statistics on WeChat, and even other city forums. It was like a map cannon. The momentum was too fast, like a tornado.

It wasn't an exaggeration to say that this water power was the only thing that could steal the headlines from Wang Banbi. Therefore, it was no surprise that after the exchange meeting, Yuanzhou shop once again became popular on the internet. However, this time, there were many discussions on the internet.

"We can get money for free? Really? "This was a skeptical onlooker.

"What can you do with ten yuan? With the current prices, a bowl of beef noodles costs more than ten yuan. Also, if it's a foreign tourist who lost his wallet and is missing a bus ticket, what can ten yuan do? I'm also speechless. "This was a onlooker who didn't know what to say.

"The person above has three views? Who doesn't have a friend in this society? With ten yuan, you can call your friend. That's the key. Also, if it's really like what you said and he's missing a bus ticket, then he doesn't need help. He needs a job. "This was a sharp onlooker who had seen through everything.

"This is the legendary extremely expensive Yuanzhou shop? I know this shop. My friend told me about it. It shouldn't be a publicity stunt. Let's wait for the situation to develop. "It was obvious that this was a bystander.

Of course, there were also supportive onlookers. "Yuanzhou shop has always been a friendly shop. I remember once when I passed by there, an auntie fell down. Then, a man with a mustache went up to help her up without saying anything. What kind of spirit is this? This is the spirit of communism. Therefore, it's very normal to have an emergency money box this time. "

"To be honest, there was once when I was an idiot. I didn't bring any money when I went out. I thought it was enough with my phone. Then, my phone ran out of battery and I couldn't even take the bus. If there was such a place at that time, I could at least take the bus back to the hotel!!"

All sorts of discussions were going on. As the saying goes, a tall tree attracts the wind. Not only did it not attract a good person, it attracted an anti-counterfeiter …

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