The line was very good. The rich second-generation writer, Wang Hong, had recently caused trouble again. He took a small notebook and asked the people in the line, or those who passed by Taoxi road but were familiar with him.
Step by step, he finally asked Wu Hai.
"Wu Hai, who do you think is the most popular person in Yuan Zhou's restaurant? in other words, he is the most popular person."
"Who's the most popular? Of course, it's me. I have to be the most popular. " Wu Hai said firmly.
Wang Hong had already gotten used to the situation where people voted for him. After all, Ling Hong had done the same thing before.
"What about other than you? Choose two more people. " Wang Hong said.
"Why do you ask this?" Wu Hai felt it was too troublesome.
