26 A Suggestion (1/2)
For the next few days, Jiang Feng would cook the congee in advance every night, put it in the food storage box, and pass it to Ji Yue for her to give it to the Professor. Ji Yue had been unaware of the entire situation and thought that Jiang Jiankang was the one cooking the congee all this time.
At first, Jiang Feng didn't trust the game's food storage box. It looked like an ordinary styrofoam box. He hadn't really expected it to possess magical preservation functions. No matter how long the food was left inside, it would remain unchanged. It was practically black magic.
It was the saviour of deliveries.
Zhang Wei's official account had been completed. He taught Jiang Feng how to run it step by step. He had also especially helped Jiang Feng publicize the official account by sharing it on his social media, but alas, the effects left much to be desired.
Although Ji Yue would promote the official account every time the guests ordered their meals, encouraging them to follow it, and the tables had the QR code of the account as well, the effect remained unchanged.
His classmates, on the other hand, were very helpful. Everyone had followed the official account, and many had helped to forward and share the account, becoming the main advertisers of the delivery service. But three days had passed, and the number of people following the account was merely half of the needed amount.
Every quest of Jiang Feng's seemed to have fallen into a bottleneck, little progress was been made.
The students of A University had a rare day to themselves on Saturday. Most of the students stayed in their dormitories and were reluctant to move. They survived on deliveries. The business in the restaurant lessened and everyone had free time as well.
The club recruitment fairs would be held next week. The chess club had failed to get a clubroom due to their insufficient members, and their club funds were pathetically small. Moreover, if they were unable to trick and lure a few more freshmen into the club this year, the student union would probably mercilessly abolish the club.
If there wasn't a clubroom, they would have to create one themselves. As there weren't many customers in the restaurant during the weekends anyway, all the members of the chess club had gathered together to discuss how to attract the attention of the juniors in a creative way during the club recruitment fair next week.
Including Jiang Feng and Liu Qian, who had just joined this year, there were nine people in the chess club. All of them had congregated on the second floor of Health Restaurant. Even the former president of the club, Ji Yue, had joined the discussion because she was worried about the future of the chess club.
”Since when does our club have one more person? Buddy, which major are you in?” He Jiahui was a fourth-year senior in the Department of Fine Arts. He Jiahui should have quit the club a long time ago, but she hadn't because the club couldn't recruit new members.
”I'm Liu Qian, a sophomore majoring in Chinese Studies.” Liu Qian hadn't joined any other clubs when she was a freshman. It was quite a new and fresh experience for her to join the so-called club activities for the first time.
He Jiahui was Ji Yue's junior from the same course. Her knowledge of chess was limited to 'The Horse could go with the route of the sun',' the Premier follows the route of the field' and 'the Chariot moves straight along the chessboard'. All were very basic strategies. Back then, she had totally been tricked into the club by Ji Yue.
”Senior He, you're too negligent about the activities of our club.”
Qiu Chen himself, as the vice president, felt that he should stand up and say a couple of words at that moment, ”How could you not know of a major event such as a new member in our club. Didn't I already notify and tag all the members in the group chat before? Besides, Brother Chen, Senior Zhao, Feng'ge's restaurant has already opened, but I suppose this is your first time here, right? ”
Zhao Linling saw that she had been named and put down her mobile phone.
She and Chen Mengxing were also final year students, both of them were from the law department.
”We also wished to show our support. We had finally found a final year internship in a law firm. We've had to work overtime every single day until our hair has been falling out. How could we have time to eat out?” Zhao Linling couldn't help but cry out at the grievance.
”That's right, I'm busy looking for an internship as well!” He Jiahui also called out her own injustice.
As soon as He Jiahui's voice fell, Jiang Feng and Ji Yue came up carrying Sour Prune Juices. The Sour Prune Juice had just been ladled out from the refrigerator. There was fog on the cups, coupled with the amber Sour Prune Juice, it looked very enticing.
”Has Senior He found an internship?” Jiang Feng passed her a cup of Sour Prune Juice.
”Not yet, we art students are unemployed even before graduation!” He Jiahui accepted the Sour Prune Juice, opened her mouth and took a huge gulp. Her eyes lit up and she gulped it down voraciously.
”Wow, Junior, where did your restaurant buy the Sour Prune Juice from? What brand is it? It's delicious. I'm going to buy it too! ”
”My dad made it.” Jiang Feng and Ji Yue handed out the Sour Prune Juice to everyone.
”Thank you, president.” Liu Qian took the Sour Prune Juice happily.
”Have you worked out any results? If the club has less than 12 members, it will be disbanded. ” Ji Yue asked.
”Not yet, but don't worry Senior! The cart will find its way around the hill when it gets there, things will eventually sort themselves out. As a last resort, you could ask the juniors to go lure a few members from their schools, what if they succeeded? Look at this, the recruitment fairs haven't even started yet and they've already lured...Liu...Junior Liu in!” He Jiahui appeared to have a calm attitude towards the difficult situation.
She finished the Sour Prune Juice in a few mouthfuls. ”Junior, I'll have another cup!”
”It's cold, drink less!” Ji Yue could only throw her gaze to Chen Mengxing, who looked very reliable.
”Mengxing, Jiang Feng and Qiu Chen were recruited by you back then. How do you think we should recruit this year.”
”We've run out of Sour Prune Juice. Do you want Mung Bean Soup?” Asked Jiang Feng.
He Jiahui nodded continuously, and Liu Qian quipped in immediately: ”President, I want some too!”
Jiang Feng went down to bring them Mung Bean Soup.
”Let's pass out flyers. If that doesn't work, we'll just follow Jiahui's advice and go to our own schools to recruit from the new students. They are freshmen after all, and they're still unsure of the situation, every member we can trick in counts, and then we can just tell them that they can only quit after three months.” Chen Mengxing had run out of ideas as well.