Chapter 511 - 410: Yang Ji Buns on the Hot Search

Chapter 511: Chapter 410: Yang Ji Buns on the Hot Search

Li Xiaoyan sent a WeChat message: "Daughter, something terrible has happened! The Supervision Bureau released the video."

[Video attachment]

Yang Yixue picked up her phone and looked at it.

Fortunately, only the glass back and screen of the phone were cracked.

After watching the video, Yang Yixue’s vision suddenly went black...

*

「Ten minutes earlier.」

Jiang Liu called Ren Qingqing. "I have to ask you something. Are they going to release the video from Yang Yixue’s restaurant?"

Besides herself with excitement, Ren Qingqing quickly said, "They are! Deputy Director Wang Zhi from the Supervision Bureau said they’re processing the video now. It should be released soon."

"Mm."

"President Jiang, Wang Zhi from the Supervision Bureau is a middle-aged man—he wears glasses, is very overweight, and has a black mole on the tip of his nose. He really did us a favor this time."

Ren Qingqing made a point of mentioning this.

She had previously promised Wang Zhi that she would help him get recognized by Boss Jiang.

Jiang Liu listened and immediately recalled who he was.

He said with a smile, "I know who you mean. I have a bit of an impression of him. Doesn’t he drive a Volvo?"

"Huh? President Jiang, how did you know?"

Ren Qingqing was astounded.

’How on earth did President Jiang know that?’

Jiang Liu casually explained, "He came here to eat once and chatted with me for a bit. He left a pretty strong impression."

"What?? He came to your restaurant to eat, and you remembered him after just one look??"

Ren Qingqing found it hard to believe.

’What kind of memory would that take?’

She knew perfectly well that hordes of customers visited Jiang Liu’s restaurant every day.

All sorts of people came, and look-alikes were a dime a dozen. For Jiang Liu to actually remember one person among so many faces...

’He’s simply not a normal person!’

"President Jiang, your memory is really amazing. If I had a memory like yours, I could definitely become a big boss too, hehe. No wonder your cooking is so delicious—you must be a genius!"

Ren Qingqing cheekily flattered him again.

Jiang Liu said, "It’s nothing. Next time he comes, I’ll treat him to a big meal."

’He had indeed noticed his memory getting better and better.’

’He wasn’t scatterbrained like he used to be.’

’It was probably related to the Spiritual Enhancement.’

"Okay, President Jiang. I’ll pass on the message to him. He’ll definitely be thrilled."

Ren Qingqing hesitated for a moment.

She had originally wanted to tell Jiang Liu that Wang Zhi might become the director next year.

’But on second thought, someone like President Jiang probably wouldn’t care about such a minor connection.’

They exchanged a few more words.

Everything Ren Qingqing said, between the lines and outright, was about how great Jiang Liu was, how awesome he was, how President Jiang got things done like no one else.

Jiang Liu was left speechless.

He hastily hung up the phone.

Not long after he hung up with Ren Qingqing, Wang Zhi released the video as if he were eager to take credit.

And at that exact moment,

Yang Yixue received the video.

She stared at the video, her expression completely blank.

The video had been uploaded to the official Douyin account of the South City Market Industrial and Commercial Supervision Bureau.

The video’s title read: "A visit to South City’s internet-famous Yang’s Buns, and you won’t believe what we found..."

Jiang Liu watched the video and couldn’t help but laugh at Wang Zhi.

The guy had even added a humorous voice-over.

There was only one video, from Yang Yixue’s eighth branch. After watching it, Jiang Liu thought to himself that Wang Zhi was one ruthless bastard.

’If I’m not mistaken, this eighth branch must be the absolute worst one in terms of hygiene and everything else.’

Close-up shots.

Wriggling maggots appeared in the cooked meat, the kitchen floor was covered in yellow and red slime, and bags of trash were piled to one side.

A deep-frying pot was casually tossed on a table, and the range hood overhead was pitch-black, as if it had been working in a coal mine.

And so on. In short, every frame of the video was enough to shatter one’s worldview.

In the video,

the staff who entered were so overwhelmed by the stench that their eyes rolled back in their heads.

Jiang Liu’s Douyin account now had over 700,000 followers.

The number rose practically every day, but he couldn’t be bothered to check.

Soon,

the worldview-shattering restaurant-visit video released by the Market Supervision Bureau quickly went viral.

The moment Yang Yixue had once most looked forward to had arrived.

Yang’s Buns was trending on the local hot search.

In just one hour, the video had received over 200,000 likes—

and that was just from local traffic.

Customers who had eaten there were currently in the bathroom, vomiting.

There were over 30,000 comments.

:"What the hell is that moving thing??? I fucking just left Yang’s, BLEGH!"

"Fucking disgusting. I can’t believe Yang’s is actually like this on the inside. I’ll never eat there again in my life. I’m honestly afraid I’d end up in a coffin the next day if I did."

"What the hell is that on the floor? Goddamn, bits of vegetables and meat flying everywhere? Don’t you have a cleaning service? How can you cook in these conditions?"

"Despicable! I’m going to go smash up the restaurant tonight and rid the public of this menace!"

"I even took my daughter there twice recently! That meat must have been rotten, right? You don’t turn off the refrigerators at night, do you? How can you serve this to children? Who’s responsible if they get sick?"

"A friend of mine works there. The owner is especially black-hearted, docking pay for all sorts of random reasons. They’re nothing compared to the boss at Tongtong Restaurant."

"My mom works at Tongtong Restaurant, and she says you can eat anything there without worry. It’s delicious, healthy, clean, and affordable. The boss is amazing to the employees—they get so many bonuses their hands get tired of taking them."

"I’ve been to Tongtong Restaurant too. The only problem is that it’s always packed with customers. The quality is always top-notch, but you can’t get a seat. People aren’t stupid; everyone knows which restaurant is good."...

Jiang Liu scrolled through the comments with great relish.

He didn’t expect to see people gossiping about his own place.

The comment praising Tongtong Restaurant had 80,000 likes, placing it second.

The top comment was one denouncing Yang’s Buns.

"In the end, we still can’t compete with the hype around Yang’s Buns."

Jiang Liu smiled smugly.

As he smiled, he suddenly froze. He suddenly felt like a major villain from a novel, gloating over his petty victory.

*

Using her phone with its shattered screen, Yang Yixue watched the overwhelming flood of abuse on Douyin, her face pale with fright.

At this point, her Douyin account was already starting to lag.

A stream of accounts were sending her private messages.

She usually enjoyed using Douyin.

She had forty to fifty thousand followers, and her persona was that of a young, striving goddess—an entrepreneur working hard to build a net worth of over a hundred million by age thirty, like a breath of fresh air in society.

Coupled with her outstanding looks, many fans adored her.

However, her follower count, which had been over forty thousand, had now plummeted to just a few thousand.

Yang Yixue clicked open her private messages, holding on to a sliver of hope.

’Maybe there are some comforting messages...’

"You’re the founder of that garbage Yang’s, aren’t you, Yang the Moron? Why doesn’t a venomous bitch like you get run over by a car? Do you have a conscience? You’re a fucking parasite on society!"

"Why don’t you just go die, GO DIE GO DIE GO DIE GO DIE, I’m telling you my son got vomiting and diarrhea after eating your food, so HURRY UP AND DIE!!"

"Fuck, what ’ageless goddess’? Trying to make a hundred million? Dream on, old hag. You stinking dumb bitch. And with hygiene like this, tons of people online were still saying your food is delicious, clean, and affordable. Ptooey!"

"I’ve read your fortune, miss. You will soon face a bloody disaster. Your chin is sharp, a sign of financial ruin. I suggest you privately transfer this old master a million, and I shall enlighten you on how to resolve it. What say you?"

"Garbage! Some ’internet-famous restaurant,’ more like a black-hearted one!"

The people messaging her were all incredibly nasty.