Chapter 93 Huh? Someone's here? Huh, someone else?

An Fusheng was indeed there to admire the profits. He first opened his daily accounting spreadsheet and used formulas to calculate the turnover, costs, and profits since the store opened. Then he opened the accounting system and checked all the data. After confirming that every amount was correct, he began to gloat, "We're pretty good, aren't we? We've earned more than 50,000 in less than two months!"

Xu San Nian was speechless and questioned the heavens. She felt that her master was sometimes so childish. He clearly remembered every penny he earned every day, yet he still pretended to be something he wasn't.

After reviewing the financial statements, An Fusheng shut down his computer and ran to find Wen Min, "Aunt Wen, can we buy a car now that we've made some money?"

Wen Min was well aware of the restaurant's revenue and said, "Fifty thousand yuan might not be enough to buy a car."

“No!” An Fusheng opened his phone’s photo album, pulled up the pink covered tricycle he had taken a picture of today, and said, “We’re buying this kind of tricycle specifically for food delivery. I’ve compared prices online. New ones cost 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, while used ones only cost a few thousand yuan. Can we buy a used one?”

Wen Min smiled and said, "Buy it if you want." Is this really not a toy car?

“Okay, I’ll compare a few more and let you know when I’ve chosen one,” An Fusheng said excitedly. “Niannian said that you need a driver’s license to drive a tricycle. I also want to learn to drive, is that okay? I saw that some driving schools offer evening lessons.”

A driver's license is important, and Wen Min had no reason to stop him. "Okay."

An Fusheng said happily, "Thank you, Aunt Wen. I'll pay for the driving lessons with my own salary."

"Okay." Wen Min liked An Fusheng's occasional childlike side.

With Wen's mother's permission, An Fusheng began to search for and compare information about driving schools online. He found that the same driving school and the same instructor had different reviews, and he was caught in a dilemma of choosing.

An Fusheng wasn't afraid of being scolded; it's just that he was deeply ingrained in the idea that he was a complete novice in his studies. So he was very careful in choosing a coach. He and his coach had to be reliable, otherwise it would be very difficult to get the certificate!

Later, Wen Min couldn't bear to see him struggling with this every day, so she asked a friend to recommend a coach to him.

Wen Min recommended a retired soldier who was a man of few words but very thoughtful in his work. He arranged a registration time with An Fusheng, had An Fusheng prepare the registration materials in advance, and then drove to the welfare home to pick An Fusheng up to register. He guided An Fusheng through the registration process without saying a word, and everything he said was essential. An Fusheng's trust in him instantly reached its peak.

After registering, An Fusheng discovered that his coach was actually the son of the security guard who had helped him find a job before. An Fusheng was so excited that he brought the security guard a lot of snacks he had made himself.

At first, the coach coldly refused, saying, "You've already paid your tuition. I'll teach you exactly how I'm supposed to. You don't need to give me anything more."

An Fusheng paused for a moment before smiling and saying, "It's not for you, it's for your uncle. I already told him yesterday, but if you like, your uncle can share some with you."

That's right. After An Fusheng learned that the coach's father was a security guard, he added the security guard on WeChat through the coach. The two chatted all night. The security guard said he really missed An Fusheng's pickled plum duck, so An Fusheng specially prepared some other food for him today so that he would have more to think about and not just miss the pickled plum duck.

coach:"……"

The instructor didn't ask his dad to share him, but later when he took An Fusheng to driving practice, he began to regret refusing An Fusheng in the first place, even though An Fusheng hadn't actually said he wanted to give him the car...

Because he was busy during the day, An Fusheng chose to practice driving from 7:30 pm to 10:30 pm every day. He thought there wouldn't be many people practicing driving at night, but when his instructor drove to pick him up from the orphanage, he opened the front door and thought, "Huh? Someone's here?" He opened the back door and thought, "Huh? Someone else is here too?" It seems everyone is very busy!

The coach hadn't even had time to drink water after dinner before he started picking up people everywhere. Now that he had finally picked everyone up, he unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and gulped it down as soon as the car stopped. Seeing that An Fusheng had failed to get on the car several times, he put down the water and said leisurely, "Get on the other side."

"Oh." An Fusheng ran to the other side and opened the door. There were two boys sitting in the back row, leaving only a small space for him. An Fusheng greeted them and squeezed in next to the seat.

The driving range was quite remote, and after picking up An Fusheng, the instructor drove for almost an hour to reach the driving range.

Unexpectedly, the driving range was quite lively at night, with bright lights and many cars. As soon as An Fusheng and his group got out of the training car, they saw an instructor slapping his thigh and running while shouting, "Slow down! Slow down!"

A little ahead of him was the rapidly disappearing, mottled orange rear end of a car.

"Wow!" The group of people who didn't know how to drive exclaimed with admiration, "He's so amazing!"

The instructor, who was adjusting the car: "..."

The instructor, who had originally planned to adjust the car and let a few of them take turns getting in and experiencing the commonly used functions, stopped adjusting the car and led them to the simulation room: "Tonight, let's practice turning the steering wheel."

The group spent the entire night holding the steering wheel, turning it left and right, completely unaware that they could have simply turned it around inside the car.

However, the trip wasn't entirely fruitless. The group became friends, and An Fusheng even recommended his family's restaurant. The next day, they posted pictures of the food they ordered in the group chat, praising how delicious it was. Others in the group also asked for recommendations.

"Wow, the phenomenon of human-to-human transmission is truly encouraging!" An Fusheng exclaimed, holding his phone.

"I feel like you're getting more and more mercenary," Xu Sannian said. "But it's good, haha!"

An Fusheng: "Hehe!"

The human-to-human transmission was more widespread than imagined. Several times, classmates who practiced driving with An Fusheng didn't have time to eat and asked An Fusheng to bring them food. They then ate the food in the car and at the driving range, which infected many people, including their instructor.

On the other hand, He Zhi has finally recruited new employees, and their company's group meals have increased from serving five people to serving eight.

An Fusheng didn't want Xu Sannian to work too hard, so he did all the washing, chopping, and other slightly heavy work himself when preparing the food. Now that the restaurant business is getting better and better, An Fusheng is a bit too busy, so he urged Xu Sannian to help post a job advertisement.

Xu Sannian not only posted recruitment ads online, but also printed them out and posted several at the entrance of the restaurant, determined to recruit some capable assistants for his master.

However, two days passed and no one came to apply.

An Fusheng: "Doesn't anyone need a job?"

Xu Sannian: "Maybe people don't like this job? Or maybe we're paying too little?"

An Fusheng: "Four thousand yuan is the average wage level in the catering industry, and we also buy insurance."

Xu Sannian: "But four thousand yuan is really low."

An Fusheng: "It's alright. I read online that college graduates only earn 3,000 yuan a month now."

Xu Sannian nodded: "That's right, I only have three thousand right now."

Lou Lan, who overheard the conversation while passing by, said: "...It's also possible that it's almost Chinese New Year, and most people looking for jobs are preparing to go back to their hometowns."

...

As the Lunar New Year approaches, going home for the holiday has indeed become a hot topic among migrant workers.

"Ning is going back to his hometown for the New Year, right? Will you go back with him?" Lin Yuanyuan asked slyly.

Ever since Wen Yue told Lin Yuanyuan that she was an orphan, Lin Yuanyuan has always been full of sympathy for Wen Yue, asking her if she was lonely, if she was afraid at night, who she played with when she was resting, and how she spent holidays. Later, she suspected that Ning Zheng was with Wen Yue, so she took it upon herself to fill all of Wen Yue's free time with Ning Zheng.

In fact, Wen Yue and Ning Zheng were not officially dating yet.

Wen Yue convinced herself to take her only step, but Ning Zheng didn't confess his feelings to her. He kept sending her ambiguous messages but never said "I like you" or "Let's be together." She didn't need a grand ceremony, but she desperately needed a definite answer.

“I have nothing to do with him,” Wen Yue explained again.

"You two have eaten and watched a movie together and you still say there's nothing between you? I considered you a friend, and you even lied to me about something like this." Lin Yuanyuan said angrily. If she hadn't happened to see Wen Yue and Ning together while having dinner with her blind date last time, she wouldn't have known that the two people who never even spoke to each other at work were secretly dating.

Wen Yue sighed inwardly. At first, she was secretly pleased that Lin Yuanyuan wanted to be her friend, but later Lin Yuanyuan kept asking her questions. If she didn't answer, Lin Yuanyuan would say that she wasn't a good friend. Wen Yue felt a little tired. She didn't like to share too many of her private matters with others. If being friends meant being able to tell each other everything, she felt that she might not be suitable for making friends.

The notice for the quality inspector position has been sent out, and Wen Yue wants to use her break time to study hard. However, Lin Yuanyuan is quite dissatisfied: "You're already so capable, why are you still working so hard? How are we supposed to live if you keep pushing yourselves like this?"

Wen Yue said, "Why don't you go and study too? Don't you want to compete for the position?"

Lin Yuanyuan: "There are only two spots, and there are so many talented people. No matter how hard I try, it's impossible for me to get a spot, so I won't waste my time."

Wen Yue had given up trying to persuade Lin Yuanyuan. Lin Yuanyuan took the kind of toxic motivational quotes from the internet, like "It's better to let yourself off the hook than to push yourself too hard," as her guiding principle. She talked about becoming a "laid-back person" in the new era with her thousands of netizens every day. Wen Yue couldn't do anything about it. "Then I need to learn from her."

"Oh dear, you've memorized all the rules by heart, what else is there to learn?" Netizens are too unpredictable; Lin Yuanyuan also needs the companionship of real-life friends.

Wen Yue could only patiently explain, "I've always been relatively weak in politics, and I still need to study more."

Wen Yue's lack of political acumen is not because she can't remember the rules or prohibited words, but rather because her understanding of politics is only the tip of the iceberg.

In recent years, the poor economic situation has affected the lives of many people. With their lives going poorly and their hearts filled with dissatisfaction, they have begun to vent their frustrations in politics. Coupled with the instigation of certain forces, politics has become extremely sensitive.

The company has very strict requirements for reviewing politically related content. Rules and prohibited words are thrown at the reviewers every day like snowflakes, but some people still manage to get away with it using more clever and subtle methods.

Wen Yue's few mistakes since starting work have almost all been in this area, but these cannot be avoided by simply memorizing rules and prohibited words. One must also understand the general direction and details of politics, and even have a very high degree of sensitivity.

Wen Yue sometimes felt that she had no talent in this area and that no matter how much she studied, it would be useless. Sometimes she doubted that she was not working hard enough. So she doubted, struggled, and continued to work hard.

Seeing that Wen Yue really wouldn't talk to her, Lin Yuanyuan had no choice but to go back to her seat and play on her phone.