txolops Chapter 64 The Power of WeChat Groups
Chapter 64 The Power of WeChat Groups
5:20 PM.
At the edge of the Yintai Building plaza, the early summer evening breeze carried a hint of coolness.
The tricycle came to a stop in its usual spot.
As soon as the car stopped, Wang Hai, sitting in the driver's seat, looked at the scene ahead and couldn't help but laugh.
"Brother Chen, look at this team today, they're amazing!"
Wang Bai took off the car keys and pointed ahead.
At this time of day, although there are many people queuing, the queue is usually quite loose.
Today, a long line of fifty or sixty people stood in a straight and orderly fashion.
No one cut in line; everyone stood still and even made way for pedestrians to pass by.
At the very front of the line were still Liu Wei, Zhao Qiang, and Li Na from the planning department.
Lin Chen got out of the passenger seat and walked over.
"Boss Lin, Brother Wang, you're here!"
Liu Wei waved with a smile and raised his phone, "This WeChat group is so useful!"
Just now, Brother Wang posted a notification in the group chat that "we've already set off. We went downstairs right on time, without any delays."
"yes."
Li Na smiled and agreed, "Everyone discussed it in the group chat and lined up in order, so no one pushed anyone else, and we feel at ease."
"If everyone follows the rules, we can serve the food quickly."
Lin Chen nodded slightly, took out a faded apron from the bag, and tied it around his waist.
Wang Hai deftly lowered the partition in the carriage and moved down the folding table.
The two of them worked together to lift the two heavy rice thermal containers and the container of fragrant clear soup onto the table and place them securely.
"Tangtang, go sit down."
Lin Chen gave a brief explanation.
"Okay, Daddy!"
Tangtang carried her small stool to the side of the table and sat down, clutching the pack of disposable spoons to her chest. "Uncle Liu, Uncle Zhao, Aunt Li Na, are you eating here today too?"
"Yes, let's eat here!"
It smells best when it's fresh out of the pan!
Zhao Qiang replied with a smile, "Alright, everyone get ready to scan the code, let's get started!"
Wang Hai shouted loudly.
Lin Chen stood in front of the stove and pressed the knob with his left hand.
"Click".
Flames shot up instantly.
Heat the pan, then add cold oil.
Lin Chen cracked the egg with one hand, poured in rice, and quickly flipped the spatula in the pot.
The aroma immediately filled the square.
"Three portions, let's eat here."
Liu Wei scanned the QR code.
"Alright, three servings of rice and three bowls of soup!"
Wang Hai quickly packed it up.
"Uncle and Auntie, here's a spoon for you!"
Tangtang tiptoed and handed it over.
Liu Wei and his two companions, carrying lunchboxes and soup bowls, walked to the stall, pulled out small stools, sat down, and began to eat heartily.
The team moved forward in an orderly manner.
5:30 p.m.
The building's automatic glass doors slid open precisely on time.
Secretary Chen walked out in high heels.
She glanced at her phone, then walked to the back of the line and stood quietly.
Thanks to the orderliness of the WeChat group, the team moved very quickly today.
Before long, it was Secretary Chen's turn in line.
"How many portions?"
Wang Hai asked without looking up.
"Two takeout portions, rice and soup packaged separately."
Secretary Chen's tone was crisp and decisive.
Lin Chen glanced at her, said nothing, and quickly turned the shovel in his hand.
"Two portions, 198 yuan."
Lin Chen turned off the stove and pushed the lunchbox to the side of the table.
Secretary Chen scanned the QR code to pay.
Wang Hai packed two portions of rice and two bowls of clear soup and handed them over.
"Pretty auntie, here's your spoon."
Tangtang handed over two disposable spoons.
"Thank you, Tangtang."
Secretary Chen took the bag and spoon, and without lingering, turned and quickly walked back to the building.
……
at the same time.
A car slowly pulled over to the side of the street opposite the Yintai Building Plaza.
The car door opened, and Hao Hao's mom and Xiao Meng's mom stepped out of the car carrying designer bags.
After being rebuffed at the kindergarten gate in the afternoon, the two of them felt quite uneasy.
They were genuinely curious about what a single father who drove a tricycle could do that not only made his child refuse expensive five-star Western meals, but also gave him the confidence to say things like "fatherly love is not for sale."
They followed the approximate address Lin Chen had mentioned and searched their way there.
"Is this the place? Yintai Plaza?"
Hao Hao's mother looked around. "This is the most upscale CBD office building in the city center. Is he setting up a stall here?"
Xiaomeng's mother took two steps forward, her gaze sweeping across the edge of the square, and then suddenly stopped.
"Over there! Look at that tricycle, isn't that him?"
Little Meng's mother pointed.
Hao Hao's mother looked in that direction.
A tricycle was parked there in the setting sun.
The man in the dark blue short-sleeved shirt standing in front of the car was tossing the wok in front of the stove, and a little girl named Tangtang was sitting next to him.
"It really is him."
Hao Hao's mother frowned slightly. "A tricycle stall, without even a proper storefront. Xiao Meng's mother, have we come to the wrong place?"
"Let's go and see what happens."
Xiaomeng's mother, wearing high heels, and her husband crossed the road and headed towards the stall.
However, as they got closer and saw the scene in front of the stall, their steps slowed down involuntarily, and the doubt on their faces was gradually replaced by shock.
There was a long queue in front of the tricycles.
If it were just ordinary passersby queuing, it would be one thing, but Hao Hao's mom and Xiao Meng's mom could recognize this group of people at a glance because of their attire.
Those name tags hanging around their necks belonged to senior white-collar workers from Yintai Group and several surrounding multinational financial companies.
These white-collar workers, who usually frequent high-end office buildings and earn tens or even hundreds of thousands of yuan a month, were now queuing up to buy fried rice.
No one in the team complained about the simple environment.
Hao Hao's mom and Xiao Meng's mom walked to a spot seven or eight meters away from the stall and were completely stunned.
They looked at the flower bed next to them.
Liu Wei, Zhao Qiang, and Li Na were sitting on small stools.
Liu Wei was holding a transparent plastic lunchbox, shoveling large mouthfuls of fried rice into his mouth, sweating profusely as he ate.
After chewing a couple of times, Liu Wei picked up a soup bowl next to him, tilted his head back, and gulped down a large mouthful.
"Phew—that feels so good!"
Liu Wei let out a satisfied sigh, closed his eyes, and savored the delicious flavor in his mouth, completely enjoying himself.
The other white-collar workers sitting nearby eating also looked like they wanted to scrape the bottom of their lunchboxes to pieces.
Hao Hao's mom and Xiao Meng's mom felt their worldviews were greatly shaken when they saw this scene.
"Little Meng's mom..."
Am I seeing things?
Why are these executives and white-collar workers from Yintai Building eating street food on the curb instead of going to all those high-end restaurants around here?
Little Meng's mother watched this scene unfold.
She recalled the calm and composed demeanor of Lin Chen when he refused their high-priced offers at the kindergarten gate that afternoon.
What kind of unparalleled skill is it to make these discerning CBD elites lower themselves and sit on stools to guard their food?
"I'm not seeing things..."
Xiaomeng's mother murmured to herself, watching the tall figure intently frying rice.
No wonder he rejected their offer of several times the price without even thinking about it.