This is a century-old shop that is famous locally for its delicious porridge.
The line of people queuing up takes up half the street every day. It is really difficult to get the porridge from this store. Not only do you have to make a reservation in advance, but the porridge is also very expensive and not something that ordinary people can afford.
Despite this, the store is still busy every day.
Because, at the end of this street is the wealthy area, where a large number of wealthy people live, and their lives are very different from those in the slums across the street.
Li Sisi took out her VIP card and led Zhang Yu straight to the exclusive seat without having to queue at all, making others envious.
Zhang Feng walked behind the two girls, not very close to each other.
Therefore, when he entered the door, he was stopped by the clerk.
The clerk saw that he was wearing an ordinary school uniform and a pair of ordinary sneakers, which only cost a few dozen yuan, and he couldn't help but feel a little contempt.
"Boy, why are you squeezing in there? The porridge sold there is several hundred yuan a bowl, can you afford it?"
When the male clerk spoke, he deliberately raised his voice, as if he was deliberately trying to embarrass him.
After working here for a long time, the clerk had a sense of superiority and looked down on these poor people.
Those waiting in line at the back were also very angry, looking at Zhang Feng with ridicule or anger.
They are all wealthy people, and they have all waited in line for a long time and have not even had a bite of porridge in the store.
But Zhang Feng, who seemed to be a poor man who couldn't afford to spend money, rushed in without queuing up, which obviously made them dissatisfied.
Some people began to laugh at Zhang Feng: "The poor boy in the slum also thinks about the porridge in Yulongxuan? Can you afford it?"
"That's it! Get out of here! You can't afford this kind of occasion!"
"Hey! Isn't this Zhang Feng from our class? Don't you usually eat steamed buns that cost 50 cents each? How dare you come to a place like this to eat porridge now? Do you know how expensive the porridge here is?"
The last person to speak was Zhang Feng's classmate Lu Xuan. This man was a rich second generation. He was used to being arrogant in the class and often laughed at Zhang Feng.
The two have had a long-standing grudge, so how could they let go of this opportunity to laugh at Zhang Feng now?
Zhang Feng clenched his fists tightly and his face turned blue with anger.
Indeed, he used to eat one steamed bun for breakfast every day. Even though it was such a cheap food, he did not dare to eat one more bun. He could only drink a few more glasses of water to fill his unfilled stomach.
It's no wonder that he is stingy with money, as his family is too poor.
Zhang's mother is a cleaner and earns just over 1,000 yuan a month from hard work. Zhang's father is a long-distance driver who risks his life by running long distances, but his monthly salary is only 2,000 to 3,000 yuan.
Such a small amount of money has to cover the living expenses of their family of four, as well as pay for his and his sister's tuition. When he goes to college next year, the family's burden will be even heavier. How can he not save money?
Thinking of this, Zhang Feng thought that he should just swallow his anger. After all, his family was poor, so no wonder others made fun of him.
At this time, the system's voice suddenly came from his mind.
"The task of the Super God Redemption System is activated, requiring the host to slap Lu Xuan and the male clerk in the face to earn back face, and will be rewarded with 10,000 points!"
Ten thousand points? The blood in Zhang Feng’s heart began to boil again!
Ten thousand points is equivalent to ten thousand yuan! What an exciting task!
Thinking of this, he couldn't bear it anymore, raised his head and said to the clerk: "My friend is inside, please let me in!"
"Friends? Hahaha! It's so funny! A poor boy like you has friends here to spend money? Stop lying and get out of here right now!"
The clerk laughed and pushed Zhang Feng out.
Zhang Feng had not eaten breakfast and was very thin. He did not expect the man to be so rude. He was inadvertently pushed by the clerk and took a few steps back, almost losing his balance.
At this time, there was a burst of laughter from the crowd.
Everyone thinks this is the best joke of the year.
Lu Xuan even held his stomach while laughing because it hurt, walked out from the crowd, pointed at Zhang Feng's nose and cursed.
"Zhang Feng, all you know are poor relatives and poor friends. How can you have any friends who can spend money here? Stop daydreaming, okay?"
Zhang Feng clenched his fists and looked at Lu Xuan coldly.
"What if I know friends inside? What are you betting on? Don't look down on others! Even if I don't have friends inside, I can still afford a bowl of porridge for a few hundred yuan!"
Thinking that he was already a systematic person, Zhang Feng felt inexplicably confident in speaking.
Lu Xuan was stunned for a moment, feeling that Zhang Feng was obviously a little different today.
However, soon, he began to look at people in the same old way again and continued to make sarcastic remarks!
"Zhang Feng! Are your brains burned out? As far as I know, your monthly pocket money is only 200 yuan, how can you have money to eat the porridge in it? I advise you, for your own good, don't eat the Overlord Meal then.
If you don’t have money to pay and you are taken to the police station, it will be very embarrassing!”
After saying that, there was another round of laughter.
The laughter in the crowd became even more arrogant, and the store clerk also laughed with them, with a look of contempt on his face.
A cold light flashed in Zhang Feng's eyes, and he glanced at the crowd. Those people felt that the eyes were too cold and fell silent instantly.
Only Lu Xuan and the male clerk continued to laugh without any intention of stopping.
Zhang Feng said coldly: "If I can afford the porridge inside, what are you two betting on?"
Hearing this, the clerk sprayed Zhang Feng's face with saliva.
"If you can afford the porridge inside, I will kneel down and apologize to you!"
"Okay! Don't default on your debt then!" Zhang Feng said coldly.
The clerk stopped laughing and looked at the boy, thinking, could he have made a mistake, is this boy really rich?
But Lu Xuan still kept laughing and even pushed Zhang Feng on purpose.
"It sounds like the truth! Others don't know that you are a poor person, and I don't know it either? Why are you pretending to be such a poor person in front of me?"
"Keep your mouth clean! Do you dare to bet? What if I can afford the porridge inside?" Zhang Feng stood firm and said angrily.
"If you can afford Long Yuxuan's porridge, how about I drink urine?" Lu Xuan screamed mockingly.
Another burst of laughter broke out in the crowd, looking at the two people who were talking.
Zhang Feng nodded: "Very good, Lu Xuan, then just wait and drink your urine! Remember, don't default on your debt!"
Lu Xuan, however, snorted disapprovingly and continued to mock: "I won't default on my debt! I hope you won't either. If you lose, then eat and drink. Do you dare to bet?"
"There is nothing you dare not do!" Zhang Feng knew that he would not lose.
But no one believed that he could win, and they looked at him with mixed eyes, ranging from sympathy to sarcasm.
"Did everyone hear this? This kid said that he would be eaten if he loses!" Lu Xuan screamed loudly, as if he was afraid that others wouldn't hear him!
He just wanted to make Zhang Feng look embarrassed, so as to relieve his hatred.