The next day!
Cloud Street.
The townsfolk who queued for scallion pancakes were increasing. Especially now that Lin Fan's fame was getting bigger and bigger, practically everyone in Shanghai knew about the 'Master Lin' shop.
To many people, this Master Lin was a little strange. He already had so much fame but he still only ran a small shop. It was really quite strange.
Moreover, he only sold scallion pancakes and his secondary occupation was fortune-telling.
It could even be said to be exceptionally strange.
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Fraud Tian sat at the entrance, smoking his cigarette. Looking at the increasing number of people, he felt an aching in his heart. These were all walking dollar bills. They could easily earn money from these people but it couldn't be helped since the kid was so stubborn. He would only sell ten servings of scallion pancakes a day. How much could they possibly earn from that?
