Salted fish turning system

Inside a well-known newspaper in Tianjing.

"Liu Yong, just now Mr. Xu appointed our newspaper office to help interview a young man who sells fried rice, and try to make him famous. You should do an interview first, and then give me a news report." Dai The middle-aged bald man with thick glasses said casually.

"Okay, editor-in-chief." Liu Yong is a newspaper reporter who has just become a regular. He has never had the opportunity to interview any famous big shots. At most, he is assigned some errands and miscellaneous tasks.

But now the editor-in-chief sees that Liu Yong is practical and willing to work these days, so handing over this good job to Liu Yong can be regarded as giving him a chance.

"Well, the guy who sells fried rice? How delicious is fried rice? It seems that we need to prepare a few actors this time, so that the mud won't support the wall and embarrass me in front of the editor-in-chief."

Day two...

"Brother Mu, you old man is awesome."

Just after arriving at the overpass, Sun Zhiqiang, who had been waiting here for a long time, suddenly came over and said such a sentence.

"What's awesome? What are you talking about?" Zhao Mu asked suspiciously.

"Brother Mu, I thought you were only good at cooking, so I was so worried about you yesterday afternoon. But I didn't expect that Wang Jie didn't even dare to fart for a whole day after being cleaned up by you yesterday. Before you came just now, everyone on the bridge was talking endlessly about it."

Sun Zhiqiang was not out of his wits either. Yesterday Wang Jie suddenly received a call from his cousin, and then his attitude changed 360 degrees. If you think about it on your heels, you can guess that a big shot has come forward.

"Hey, Brother Mu, you said that the two of us have a good relationship, right? In the future, if I provoke someone, I really need your help."

"I thought it was something. It turned out to be this matter. It's nothing. Someone said a few words for me about yesterday's matter. But my relationship with that big man is not as good as you think. If there is any trivial matter Go bother him, I'm afraid it will only be me who will be unlucky in the end."

What Zhao Mu said was true, although Xu Tianming wanted to use him because of his inhuman fried rice, but if Xu Tianming paid more than he got, I'm afraid his own value would be lost.

While the two were talking, pedestrians who had been waiting for a long time also surrounded Zhao Mu's booth.

"Little brother, I want to buy two fried rice today."

"I want ten copies, and this is 500 yuan!"

"Today I'm going to make a reservation. I'll pay you all the fried rice you can make, little boss."

The competition among the crowd became more and more fierce, and even a few impatient people had a lot of disputes in order to compete for the first place.

Seeing this, Zhao Mu had no choice but to say: "Everyone, please line up, and each customer is limited to one fried rice. Our price will not change again, it will be 50 yuan a piece. No matter how much you pay, I'll only sell him one too."

While Zhao Mu and Sun Zhiqiang were struggling to maintain order, Liu Yong, who had been waiting for a long time, was already impatient.

"Where did you find these extras? Even if the hype was arranged in advance, don't invite such a group of monsters and ghosts. The acting skills are too exaggerated."

Talking to himself, Liu Yong held his notebook and was about to go forward when he saw an office worker who had just bought fried rice greedily eating the fried rice in the box, almost all of his attention was on the fried rice On top of it, it was as if he was eating some heavenly delicacy.The expression on his face was so exaggerated that it could be described as distorted, which made Liu Yong secretly click his tongue.

"Hey, what a group of pig teammates, they can't even act, this exaggerated expression might as well be like taking drugs..."

Liu Yong shook his head, had no choice but to take out a camera from his bag, and then took a few pictures towards the customers who were nearly tens of meters away.

He casually brought two more to Zhao Mu's stall, and then said to himself disdainfully.

"If it weren't for the fact that Xu Tianming is covering you, which newspaper society would be too stupid to believe in such a low-level way of hype."

Then Liu Yong went straight through the crowd, and pointed the camera directly at Zhao Mu: "My little master, I'm a reporter from Tianjing Guangming Newspaper. I heard that your fried rice is very popular among customers. I don't know what's the secret behind it." ?"

He said so, but Liu Yong thought contemptuously in his heart: what other secret could there be, the secret is to spend money to find a dozen extras.

Seeing a reporter coming, Sun Zhiqiang seemed very enthusiastic, and immediately dropped the bowls and chopsticks in his hand.

"Brother Mu, take a break from the meeting. The reporter came to interview you today, and you can be published in the newspaper. Mr. Reporter, Brother Mu doesn't like to show off, why don't you come and interview me, I'm Brother Mu's most capable assistant."

Zhao Mu, who saw the reporter coming, was also very excited at the moment, because according to his previous calculations, the goal required by the system can be summed up very simply, that is, to gain both fame and fortune.

After these few days of operation, Zhao Mu also saved nearly 8000 RMB.Even if you can't get rich because of it, it can be regarded as a little capital, and you won't be as stretched as before.

Therefore, Zhao Mu now wants to achieve the goal of the mission by making up for his fame, and this reporter came at the right time.

However, the reporter's attitude was somewhat beyond Zhao Mu's expectations, with a disdainful look on his face, most likely he regarded this enthusiastic customer as a hired extra, thinking that he was hyping up with him.

Zhao Mu thought for a while, and then said with a smile: "Ha, welcome. I used to read interviews from your Guangming Newspaper often... But don't say anything else, just watch me cook a piece of rice and you'll know."

Before Liu Yong could reply, Zhao Mu reached out to take the frying pan and poured some oil on it, and then started to beat eggs and fried rice.

"Tch, pretending to be a ghost, I have been a reporter for a year anyway, I have never seen such a gourmet expert? You also fried a piece of rice, I don't believe what you can cook with this egg fried rice..." Liu Yong secretly thought.

In this way, Zhao Mu, who is very handy, beats eggs, boils the pot, serves rice, and stir-fries, all in one go.The original mediocre ingredients, after being combined by Zhao Mu, became a delicacy that shocked the world. The passers-by who had been waiting for a long time were now as excited as before, and their saliva was uncontrollably secreted crazily.

But Liu Yong, who was originally disdainful, now looked dull and surprised, as if in a dream, watching Zhao Mu bring this delicacy that does not belong to the world to him step by step.

Liu Yong stretched out his hand to take the delicate fried rice in a daze. He saw that the eggs evenly covered every grain of rice. An alluring golden color.

Moreover, there is a pleasant aroma, accompanied by the fragrance of chopped green onion and the special aroma of egg and rice. The intoxicating taste almost makes Liu Yong lose control.

Liu Yong almost exhausted all his willpower to prevent himself from roaring like a beast and pouring the whole bowl of fried rice into his mouth. Relying on the last bit of pursuit of face, Liu Yong barely showed an indifferent expression. Smiling, then reached out to pick up the chopsticks and sent the fried rice into his mouth.

Burst, a new feeling beyond human imagination and fantasy burst in the mouth, Liu Yong shed crystal tears almost instantly, and at this moment, Liu Yong knew why those who ate the fried rice would show their eyes. That exaggerated expression.

Because this kind of delicacy almost challenged all the senses of human beings, Liu Yong ate all the fried rice almost in tears, not even leaving a grain of rice, even the oil stains on the bowl, Liu Yong He also carefully poured some water into the bowl, and slowly sent the last taste of the bowl into his mouth like a treasure.

Until this time, Zhao Mu said with a smile: "Now, Mr. Reporter knows what to write..."

At this time, Liu Yong just woke up like a dream, staring blankly at the empty bowl, and then suddenly tore the prepared press release from his arms to pieces.

"I understand. Master Zhao Mu, you let me know what is beyond people and beyond the sky. I will definitely try my best to write this report."

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Two days later, Zhao Mu, who came to set up a stall on the overpass as before, found that everyone was chatting with each other with their mobile phones, talking a lot.

"Brother Mu, you're really on the news, even your fried rice can be found in the news on the Internet!"

And at the same time, a familiar notification tone suddenly sounded in Zhao Mu's ear.

"Ding, the host Zhao Mu completed the first skill task, rewarded a [-]-square-meter store in the downtown commercial street, and started the second skill task."

"Ding, after system testing, the host has paid more attention to the ability of the character information column given by the system in recent days, so the second skill is selected as detection, which greatly improves the ability of the host's character information column, and can predict the opponent within a small range good or bad future."

"Ding, after testing, the profession most suitable for the second skill of the host is 'Psychologist'. Please use the ability of the host to change your situation and achieve the goal of turning salty fish."