Re-Transmigrating: My Space Can Actually Travel Through Worlds

Shang Qu transmigrated to a wuxia world and ultimately died under ten thousand arrows. She thought her life was over but found herself opening her eyes to discover she had transmigrated into the bo...

Chapter 221 Losing Money

Saint-Royal Castle, which once served as a royal palace, is now a famous museum.

Tickets cost 15 euros per person, children are free.

Everyone thought the price was acceptable, but of course, they felt the pinch when it was converted to Chinese Yuan.

Saint-Loup is a classic example of Western aesthetics. Upon entering, the first thing that catches the eye is a huge fountain, its water droplets shimmering with iridescent colors in the sunlight. The interior of the castle is even more luxurious, with exquisite murals, magnificent chandeliers, and precious artifacts that are simply breathtaking.

Strolling through the exhibition hall is like stepping into the long river of history, with each exhibit telling a story of the past. And it's not just the indoor exhibitions that are captivating; the outdoor garden is equally breathtaking, with shady trees and blooming flowers, offering a tranquil and elegant atmosphere.

Visitors eagerly took out their phones to capture the beautiful moment, wanting to freeze it forever. This is not just a museum, but a temple of art and culture, where every corner exudes a unique charm.

Unfortunately, they didn't have their own cell phones, but fortunately, the production team still managed to capture some beautiful footage of them.

It was around 1 p.m. when I came out.

They finally splurged and went to a fast-food restaurant near St. Louis. They didn't have enough money for a fancy restaurant, and they weren't familiar with the other restaurants in the area.

Only this familiar old man made them feel safer.

Cai Cai still couldn't eat anything, but Hu Qianqian had prepared Cai Cai's formula in advance, so while others ate, he could only drink milk.

After dinner, they discussed going back. They had important things to do, and the children looked listless, so they thought it best to go back and have another meal.

Back at the bar, Nanqu went to the market to buy things and cooked a meal in the bar's kitchen. After lunch, Hu Qianqian took the children back to the farm.

The four of them are in charge of the bar's operations tonight.

Just as they were considering whether to use the hotel's drinks or buy them outside, the phone in the bar rang.

Nan Qu glanced at the phone, worried that it might be something important, and went over to answer it anyway.

I didn't expect the call to be from Madar.

He first thanked Nan Qu, then mentioned that he might have to stay in the hospital for a week, and also told Nan Qu about the bar's ordering channels and the drink bills.

"Although telling you this might be a bit redundant, that's how it is when you run a bar. There will always be drunk people who do disgusting things. You'll have to be careful."

Nan Qu raised an eyebrow: "Thank you for your suggestion. I also wish you a speedy recovery."

After hanging up the phone, Nanqu found the beverage price list based on Madar's phone conversation.

Looking at the meager profits from the drinks, Nan Qu frowned: "It may not sound nice, but if we continue with his business model, we might work for several days and still end up with nothing."

Others who saw the drinks menu were also astonished: "The purchase price per item is the same as the selling price? How does he make money?"

Nanqu pointed to the quantity: "Buy ten cases and get one free, one case of beer is eighteen euros. That means you can make eighteen euros by selling eleven cases. Let alone how many you sell in one night, how many people are there in this small town? Can you sell a hundred cases of beer a day? You probably can't even make a hundred and eighty. Putting aside the labor costs, the electricity bill alone will cost a lot."

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Shi couldn't help but say, "It seems that this boss is really a rich second generation. With the bar's revenue alone, he can't afford all the cars in his garage."

Ji Qi pointed above: "But aren't there other drinks too?"

Yu Zhi explained to him, "This is a small town, and expensive drinks are basically not bought by anyone. Look at these purchase orders; the number of other drinks sold in a week is no more than ten. So, this can be ignored."

Ji Qi pointed to an expensive wine that always appeared on the purchase order: "But this wine is consumed almost every day. As long as we can sell just one bottle, we can make up for the day's revenue."

Looking at the purchase order, Nan Qu said, "Who do you think would come to a rural bar every day to drink such expensive drinks?" After saying that, Nan Qu took out a purchase order from last year.

And: "They've been drinking for this long?"

Ji Qi was dumbfounded: "So, it's self-production and self-consumption? Why would he do this, spending his own money to support the bar? And fooling himself like this?"

Zhuang Shi guessed, "Perhaps he's trying to prove to someone that his bar has always been profitable."

Nan Qu saw another purchase order: "Actually, it's not that he's not making a profit. At least, every now and then, some of his friends come back for gatherings. And the daily turnover is enough for him to squander for a while. Of course, if he's the one who gets sucked up, that's another story."

Everyone gasped when they saw the purchase order filled with expensive wines.

At this moment, Madar, who had been taken back by his younger brother, was in the best private hospital in Berkeley, receiving an IV drip while watching the live stream. He covered his face in embarrassment.

Meanwhile, the younger brother, who was sitting there reading a newspaper, glanced at the television.

Yes, these two received an elite education from a young age, and China's economy took off rapidly 10 years later. It's not surprising that they can speak Mandarin.

Ji Qi thought for a moment: "But isn't our main goal to sell our braised food? As long as we make money from the braised food, that's all that matters."

Nan Qu shook her head: "If it's just for selling braised food, we don't need to keep our bars open until 2 a.m. like them. We have missions to do during the day, and our bodies can't take it if we stay up all night like this."

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