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Chapter 203 Taijun said, your food is bullshit

[Damn, what kind of stupid shop is this? 】

[Secretary Wang, I want to know all the information about this store now! 】

[Brothers, today’s Crazy Thursday, V I eat a KFC for 50 yuan. When I’m full, I go to Kaohsiung and smash this store! 】

[The tall bear is quite green. 】

[Does the animal god want justice to be carried out today? 】

Seeing the indignant barrage, Song Wen smiled calmly.

"Family members, don't worry. Family members who are familiar with the anchor know that the anchor has always focused on positive energy."

When he spoke out his positive words, his face did not turn red and his heart did not beat, but the people in the Snake Team beside him covered their faces in shame.

Several people followed the pre-discussed countermeasures and walked to the door of the hotel.

This is a Japanese food store.

Song Wen raised his chin, stepped forward as if he had been summoned, and opened the wooden door of the hotel.

The layout of the restaurant is not big, with only five or six small tables. A middle-aged man was lying on the table cleaning. When he heard someone opening the door, he raised his head and looked over.

He adjusted his glasses, coughed, and walked in first. As he walked, he turned back and said to Song Wen and others:

"Huh! It's not just me. Today's weather is really hot. It's going to be so hot~"

Although it was discussed in advance, the fact that the posture was now so serious still made everyone in the Snake Team tremble, feeling like they were being pinched down below.

Brother Crystal, who was following the gesture, calmed down his emotions and shouted to the man in the store:

"Uncle! What's wrong with you! Why don't you turn on the air conditioner in such a hot weather! Who do you want to heat to death!"

Hearing Brother Crystal's words, the man frowned slightly.

It feels like something is wrong.

But nothing seems wrong.

He could only stand up with a smile.

"I'm sorry, everyone, because it's not dinner time now. Sit down first, and I'll turn on the air conditioner for you guys."

Several people came in cheering, and when Sofm saw that he had to take off his shoes, he couldn't help but muttered:

"I haven't washed my feet in days."

The man who had just turned on the air conditioner couldn't help but come over when he heard the sexy fan talking.

"Who is this."

"Oh! You're talking about him!" Zhi Zhi smiled and responded in a high-pitched voice, "He's a Vietnamese guy. Don't worry, uncle. We've seen the sign on your door! Say a few words to uncle, the cool fan. Prove yourself in Vietnamese, don’t get misunderstood!”

The sexy fan chirped helplessly, but obviously she still didn't dispel the man's doubts.

"Boys, where did you come from?"

"I'm from Taipei." Zhi waved his hand and raised his chin at imp, "We are all classmates. We haven't been together for a long time. This is the exchange student who came from South Korea before. This time Just got back."

Feeling the man's gaze, imp blinked his eyes cutely.

"It's good, I'm like Smecta from South Korea!"

Seeing the international friends, the man's face instantly showed a smile, and he stretched out his hands to hand them over.

"Oh, hello, welcome to Kaohsiung Smecta."

After the two shook hands, they introduced Song Wen who was sitting next to him.

"Let me tell you, this classmate of mine has a better background! He is Japanese, and he is also an anchor. He is very popular. He usually visits shops and stuff, and now he is filming videos. Uncle, if you make this Japanese food delicious and authentic, you’ll be sure to make it a success!”

Song Wen took a deep breath when he heard the posture introducing himself.

No one wants to be a beast.

But there is no way.

There is always someone on a team who has to sacrifice.

And after hearing Zhizi's introduction to Song Wen, the people in the live broadcast room were even more happy.

[Hahaha, what a Japanese anchor. 】

[It’s bad, the animal god is really an animal now. 】

【Hello Kurotaro! My name is Umekawa Kuroko. 】

[The gesture is so damn abstract. Is there a pepper chicken stuffed in this throat? 】

[Don’t tell me, the taste is quite pure. 】

[What tricks do these hanging people want to play? 】

When the man heard the introduction of the posture, he immediately became solemn and excited.

He bowed at ninety degrees, with his hands parallel to his head, making a standard Japanese bow.

"Hey! Thank you Taijun for coming! I'm so honored!"

"Oh oh oh!"

Song Wen's eyes widened, he stood up hurriedly, imitating the appearance of his childhood perfectly, grabbed the man's hand and shook it.

"Patch it, patch it!"

The two people said a few words in a nonchalant manner, and Song Wen sat down.

Looking at the man leaving, he came up to him in a mean manner.

"How are you, Brother Wen, are you sweating profusely?"

Song Wen breathed a long sigh of relief.

He didn't expect the store to be so welcoming. Seeing Xiaozhi was like seeing his father.

In just a few words of exchange, he could be said to have used all the Japanese he knew in turn.

Although he had watched countless films in the past, the films he watched from the island country were quite homogeneous. They were all about the same subject. The protagonists had fewer lines and more international voices. His Japanese knowledge was really limited. .

In order not to expose the secret, the group of people also became quiet. When the man finished serving the dishes, he gestured to the man to sit down.

"Uncle, this international friend of mine has some questions to ask you. Let's sit down and chat together."

Seeing that it was Song Taijun who was looking for him, the man did not hesitate, nodded and sat down with a bow.

"Taijun, tell me!"

Song Wen nodded and asked:

"Are you the virgin?"

The man looked confused and looked at the gesture.

Zhi Zhi coughed and acted as a translator:

"Taijun asked you why you hang that sign in front of the store."

The man smiled awkwardly and tentatively said:

"Taijun, do you think you don't like it? If you don't like it, I can take it off."

Looking at Song Wen:

"Dog licking is the source of identification of breeds."

Song Wen nodded with understanding.

"The kindness is given to Hong Kong, and I am a little bit curious." (Dialect: Tell him, I'm just a little curious.)

In my childhood, the words were actually somewhat similar in taste to Song Wen's hometown dialect. Song Wen slightly adjusted his intonation and it sounded like Japanese.

Although his posture was that of a Jingye, he had already learned Song Wen's hometown dialect, so others looked confused when they heard it, but he heard it perfectly and relayed:

"Taijun didn't mean anything else, he was just curious."

Seeing that the two of them were talking decently, the last doubt in the man's heart dissipated.

"Oh, this matter is a long story. In fact, I didn't put up the sign, it was my boss."

His posture was stunned and he asked:

"Uncle, aren't you the boss?"

"No," the man waved his hand and said with a smile, "I am just a part-time worker. I heard that our boss used to make money in the mainland, but he was disgusted by the people there, so he was angry and died. A brand!”

After he finished speaking, he looked at Song Wen with a flattering expression.

"But please help me tell Taijun. Although I am not the one who hangs the brand, the fact that I am here means that my boss and I have the same idea. Taijun is from over there, so he must be the same as us." Don’t you like the people over there?”

Song Wen patiently listened to the jittery translation, and then nodded.

"Back down, I'll give in!"

"Uncle, Taijun said that he already knows, and now he will start enjoying the delicious food. Please go and do your own business."

Hearing the gesture, the man stood up, smiled and bowed twice more.

"Use it slowly. Use it slowly."

At this time, the barrage in Song Wen's live broadcast room had completely exploded. 【rough! I really want Hongwen. 】

[Damn, this beast is really disgusting. 】

[You have been licking your whole life, how unsatisfactory is your life? 】

[Forget about forgetting your roots, you still lick the dog. 】

[Animal God, if you burn down this store today, you will enter the family tree directly! 】

When Zhi Zhi saw the man walking away, he lowered his voice and said:

"Brother Wen, this Lao Deng is not the boss yet, what can you say?"

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of sushi and was about to stuff it into his mouth, but Song Wen slapped him on the hand.

"You fucking eat dog food too, are you dizzy from hunger?"

He looked aggrieved, looking at the red and swollen back of his hand, he was about to cry.

"Since he is not the boss, we should find a way to find their boss."

After hearing Song Wen's words, Imp, who was the most restless, seemed the most excited.

"How to do it?"

Song Wen thought for a while and took out his daily mobile phone.

In order to broadcast live, he asked the club to equip him with two mobile phones.

He opened the Snake Team's group chat and began to arrange it.

"First this, then that, then this, then that."

After reading the content on the phone, Zhizi gently put the phone on the table.

"boom!"

The slap of his palm against the table made a loud sound, and he grimaced in pain because he was trying to show off but didn't control his strength well.

The man who heard the sound also ran out of the kitchen immediately.

Before he could ask a question, he saw the friendly person who had just looked at him and said to him with a ferocious expression:

"Uncle! It's really yours! What kind of dog food are you making! Taijun said, this is not authentic Japanese food at all! I brought my friends to your place for dinner, but you made me so embarrassed and yelled!"

The man was stunned, looked at the sushi on the table that had been bitten and thrown aside, and his expression changed.

"How is this possible! I have been specially trained!"

"What do you mean?" Although the gesture made his heart tremble with pain, he still did not forget his interpretation, "What you mean is that he is my friend and he is not the real Taijunhao!"

The man looked at the gesture and fell into self-doubt.

After all, that angry look really didn't look like it was staged.

He walked forward hesitantly, picked up the sushi and took a bite.

"There's nothing wrong with the taste..."

"You said there's no problem!" He turned around and looked at Song Wen, "Taijun, do you think this sushi is authentic or not?"

Song Wen looked very embarrassed at this time.

He shook his body back and forth restlessly, making strange noises from time to time.

"Ah! Hiss... Anon... ah... hiss... eh... tsk..."

Seeing that Song Wen seemed very embarrassed, the man no longer had any doubts about Song Wen's identity.

After all, this really fits the stereotype of the seemingly humble little life in Japanese dramas.

Seeing that the situation was deadlocked, imp knew that he was going to play.

"Wo has also been to the island country! The cuisine there, Que's is not the best!"

Seeing that his Korean friend also spoke, the man began to sweat profusely.

"Well, there may be something wrong with the materials. I'll make a new one for you. I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry!"

He patted the table with dissatisfaction.

"What's the use of making it again! The shit has already gone into Taijun's stomach. Are you kidding me?"

Hearing the merciless words from the posture, the man felt a little angry and cursed the posture several times in his heart.

"Well, let's just treat it as my treat today. I'm really sorry for everyone."

He originally thought that this would calm the matter, but he obviously did not let the gesture calm down.

"What do you mean! You mean we can't afford it, so let's come to your place for a meal! Stop looking down on others! Call your boss! Come on! Call your boss! Or I'll show you how crazy I am!" "

The man said with some embarrassment:

"Our boss is usually very busy, so he may not be able to come..."

"Can't come?" He raised his eyebrows arrogantly. At this moment, even everyone in the Snake Team had begun to wonder whether this kid was acting or releasing his true nature, "Then I will let Taijun send the video. Our Taijun You have millions of fans. As long as you are exposed, I will see if you can close the door! This store is bullying customers, I am really angry!"
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A certain B live broadcast room.

In the live broadcast room titled [Start the broadcast and analyze the situation of each team in the intercontinental competition], Changmao was shaving his teeth leisurely and leisurely with a toothpick.

After being dismissed from his position as the official commentator by Riot Games, Changmao returned to Wanwan, and started live broadcasts whenever he had nothing to do to collect tributes from mentally retarded fans.

Although from a normal person's perspective, it is a bit outrageous that someone like Changmao can live broadcast.

But this world is so abnormal.

There are always some intellectuals who feel that everyone in the world is drunk and I am alone. To this day, they still believe that when Changmao left the commentary box, he was blackmailed by Song Wen and abandoned by capital.

There are also some shameless Station B who will accept such people and let them start live broadcasts.

So although Changmao is definitely not as prosperous as before, he can at least maintain a bit of dignity.

At this time, he was riding the heat of the upcoming intercontinental competition, showing off his meager and pitiful understanding of the game in the live broadcast room.

The black Song Dynasty prose has also become the main tone of Changmao's live broadcast.

In Changmao's live broadcast room, 100% of them are Song Wen's anti-fans. Under the current situation of great pressure to survive in the outside world, this group of people chose to survive as a group in the small B.

"Haizhui, I've said it a long time ago. He is the product of LPL's god-making. Just go watch the game of Haizhui. In which game did the hot fans not help him catch it? It's really not me who is embarrassing him, okay? In the entire Snake team, I think the most important thing is the slutty fans. On the road, even a dog can win."

"Take the IG that I just finished fighting as an example. Although King Ning was also caught, he was ineffective. What if you try replacing King Ning with a sexy fan? I can guarantee that it will be like that. The laning style, it doesn’t take five minutes, you have to explode in the lane.”

"If I had another jungler, I wouldn't be able to be as popular as I am now. You know what I mean. The MVP is definitely for the cool fans. Sometimes I really feel aggrieved for the cool fans. This person has made the most sacrifices. He has the strongest ability, but just because he is not as eloquent as Heide, and cannot bring laughter to everyone like a clown in front of the stage like Heide, he can only play second fiddle to others."

"You try to put the sexy fans in RNG? I'm serious, RNG, don't worry about anything else, you bought the sexy fans next season! You bought the sexy fans a long time ago, Uzi can't be like this now The ending. Uzi has long since won the world championship and become a god!"

"What does it mean that I looked down on Uzi before, and now I start playing Uzi again because I hate the black people? Then I can only say, brother, don't watch my live broadcast, we are not of the same class or knowledgeable people at all. In my case, There is no grudge, I am just making an objective and fair judgment to say this. I would like to ask the Snake Team, do you dare to sell the slut fan? If you are cheating, do you dare to change to a jungler?"

"You hacked out of MSI to play jungle and defeated Faker? Brother, I say your understanding of the game is really zero. How many times did he play jungle? Just once! You worked hard and hid it for more than half a year. Can the big move also have some effect? ​​You let him try to jungle a little bit? Why doesn't he dare to jungle all the time? Because he doesn't dare. He is not as strong as the jungler who is a fan. This further proves that the Snake Team No matter whether you are cheating or cheating, you cannot do without the sexy fans."

Changmao is a cultural person after all.

He always said one thing after another, making the audience in the live broadcast room stunned.

At first glance, there is really nothing wrong with these words.

Seeing the cheers in the live broadcast room, Changmao smiled and said:

"So I say, if you want to win the intercontinental competition, the LCK, including our LMS division, it's actually very simple. Why do you want to win against that stinky top laner hero? You can win against the jungle hero! You can win against the hero who is a hot fan. Now, Heide is like a bird without wings, it can only crash! If a team in LPL asked me to be a coach, Heide would not be as rampant as it is now. Of course, it is impossible for LPL to ask me to be a coach. It’s the coach’s job, because LPL wants to create gods, I understand.”

Changmao was actively interacting with the audience in the live broadcast room when his cell phone suddenly rang.

Looking at the incoming call reminder, Changmao, who was in high spirits, directly pressed the hang up button.

As a result, before he could speak, the phone rang again.

He turned off the microphone impatiently and answered the phone.

"Hey boss! There are a few foreign customers in the store, and they seem to be some big internet celebrities. They say that the food in our store is not authentic and tastes bad, and they want to expose us. They said they will call you to explain."

Changmao was stunned for a moment when he heard the voice on the phone.

After returning to Wanwan, he opened a Japanese food shop.

The business is neither good nor bad, and there is a little profit every month. It can be regarded as his current business in addition to live broadcasts for eating.

Now that I heard something happened, Changmao still needs to be more cautious.

"Are you sure they didn't mean to cause trouble and get money?"

"They don't look like they are students, and they never mentioned money."

Changmao thought for a while and said:

"Wait a minute, I'm coming over now."

(End of this chapter)