Chen Dong woke up and found himself reborn in 1990, a time when gold was everywhere. Carrying the regrets of his past life, he started by selling tea eggs...
Financial crises, oil crises, gra...
He's only after money; it's really not worth risking his life for these lowlifes.
However, Chen Dong was getting annoyed by the constant harassment from these flies and needed to find a way to solve the problem once and for all.
"Don't worry about this for now. Focus on taking good care of our customers and don't let a few flies disrupt our money-making rhythm."
"As I said before, during the Spring Festival travel rush, everyone should put in their best effort so that they can go home in style and have a prosperous New Year."
"Okay, Dong-ge!"
"Understood, Dong-ge!"
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Four o'clock in the afternoon.
Chen Dong sneered inwardly; what was bound to happen had finally arrived.
The young man standing in front of him was one of Yama's henchmen.
I had seen him once before; he was dark-skinned and thin, with green skin, which made him stand out and left a deep impression on me.
The purpose of Yama sending someone to find Chen Dong was quite simple.
The tea egg business, which he initially looked down upon, turned out to be incredibly profitable.
He did the math and even had someone investigate it.
There are three tea egg stalls, and each stall can sell an average of 1,000 tea eggs a day, which adds up to 3,000.
At a profit of 20 cents per egg, 3,000 tea eggs would yield 600 yuan.
Even if it's not 600 yuan, it's still 500 yuan.
500 yuan is just one day's profit; that's outrageous!
In 1990, this was no small sum.
Even many restaurants can't earn 500 yuan a day.
What angered Yama even more was that Chen Dong gave him 10 tea eggs a day as protection money, and he kindly returned 2 yuan to him.
This is just making a fool of yourself...
How much do they look down on him?
If word gets out, people in the underworld will laugh at us to death.
Thinking of this, Yama gritted his teeth.
When Chen Dong arrives, I'll definitely bite off a piece of his flesh.
If the King of Hell knew that Chen Dong earned not 500 yuan or 600 yuan a day, but nearly 1,000 yuan, I wonder if he would be shocked.
at the same time.
Chen Dong's decision to go to the meeting alone was not without its own reasons.
Without three points, how dare one go to Liangshan?
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