In her past life, a family of five died an unnatural death. In the end, it was a man she didn't even know who helped her family of five get their revenge.
In this life, as she gets rich a...
"Cold noodles! Cold noodles for sale! A big bowl, cheap and delicious! With eggs and peanuts! Try it first, then buy! If you like it, you can buy it; if you don't, don't buy it!"
Yang Wanwan started calling out as soon as she put down her things, without the slightest hesitation.
Er Ye looked at Yang Wanwan in surprise.
Pan remained silent throughout.
Someone came over and asked, and Yang Wanwan quickly picked up a chopstickful of the prepared cold noodles and put it in the person's bowl, "Brother, please try it first. If you don't like it, you don't need to buy it!"
The man took a bite and said, "Not bad! Two yuan?"
Yes!
"Buy a bowl."
"Okay! Do you want some chili peppers?"
"Eat it, add more chili."
"Okay!"
Soon, a bowl of noodles was placed in the man's rice bowl, and the man gave Yang Wanwan two yuan.
The person behind shouted, "I'll have one too, with the seasoned one!"
"Okay!"
To save time, Yang Wanwan had just instructed Er Ye and Pan Yaba to prepare several bowls of food. These migrant workers come and go quickly, so if they didn't hurry, they wouldn't be able to sell them all.
Er Ye and Pan Yaba quickly prepared four or five bowls.
Yang Wanwan watched Pan Yaba's swift hands and feet and was secretly amazed. How many things must this child do every day to develop such speed?
No wonder he could grab two guns at once while also catching fish, frogs, and turtles.
"Give me a bowl too, the one you made!"
"Okay!"
Soon, more than ten bowls of noodles were sold.
As time passed, the crowds gradually dispersed, and by eight o'clock, the streets were deserted with hardly any migrant workers in sight.
There was only one bowl left in the meeting, and the person was gone. The three of them carried their belongings and walked towards the rented room.
As I walked, I calculated that I had sold twenty-one bowls, which brought in forty-two yuan!
Futaba was extremely excited.
Pan the Mute's beautiful eyes shone brightly.
Back in their rented room, the three of them shared the leftover noodles while settling the bill.
After deducting the nine yuan for flour, fifty cents for cucumbers, nine yuan for oil, two yuan for peanuts and chili peppers, I made over ten yuan tonight. Although the oil cost nine yuan, I only used a small bowl, and the rest can be used many more times.
So, I can earn about fifteen or sixteen yuan tonight. After deducting the three yuan daily rent and gas and water bills, making ten yuan a night is no problem. I can earn even more at noon and in the evening.
If you eat it three times a day, morning, noon, and night, it can be a pretty good income!
This is much better than working a regular job!
Futaba exclaimed with delight, “Sister, that’s great!”
Yang Wanwan smiled with relief; she had won this gamble.
Futaba exclaimed in amazement at the taste of the cold noodles, "Sis, it was so delicious!"
"Keep selling this tomorrow morning. Go buy some meat in the morning, and make some meat sauce. It's two yuan if you don't want meat, and two yuan fifty if you want meat. Also, buy a carrying pole and a stool. Er Ye, Yi Ming, remember, if someone asks how many bowls you sell in a day, don't tell the truth. For example, say fifteen bowls today. It'll be the same number in the morning and evening. You might sell a little more at noon, maybe twenty bowls. Also, you have to walk around while you sell. You can't stand in one place and block other people's business, or you'll get into trouble."
Futaba was very clever. "Sister, I understand."
Pan the Mute nodded as well.
"Yes, if you find anything suspicious, tell me immediately. Also, the people living here are a mixed bunch, so generally don't open the door or talk to anyone. Oh, and Er Ye, make sure your bangs completely cover your eyebrows. Yi Ming, you need to be careful too."
This is why Yang Wanwan insisted on spending 150 yuan to rent a single room, and specifically chose one next to the police station. The rent wasn't cheap, but she did it for safety reasons.
Er Ye is already showing signs of being a little beauty, so she has to make herself look ugly. Therefore, Yang Wanwan made her cut bangs and dress in a very dowdy way.
Yang Wanwan laid out several clean snakeskin bags on the balcony, then put a straw mat on top of the bags, and said to Pan Yaba, "Yiming, you're a boy, so you can only sleep on the balcony."
At that time, material conditions were too poor, and many things could not be taken seriously.
A hint of unease appeared on Pan the mute's face, "No..."
Yang Wanwan explained, "Er Ye and I couldn't fit on the balcony."
Pan, the mute, shook his head violently, "No..."
Er Ye was about to say something, but Yang Wanwan stopped her and patiently looked at Pan the Mute, waiting for him to speak.
“No…” Pan the mute drew out the word, “I won’t sleep here, I’ll sleep—outside—”
Yang Wanwan understood what he meant by "outside".
Many unemployed migrant workers were sleeping in the corners of the main road; it wasn't unusual for them to sleep outside.
Pan the Mute seemed to have used all his strength to finish saying those words.
After he finished speaking, he was panting heavily, and sweat was pouring down his forehead.
It was as if just that one sentence had exhausted all his energy.
Yang Wanwan seemed to be deep in thought.
Pan is mute and has communication difficulties.
He must have tried to speak normally, but the person he was talking to didn't give him a chance or patience at all. On the contrary, the other party attacked him fiercely.
As a result, he became increasingly nervous and increasingly unable to finish a sentence.
Yang Wanwan said calmly, "You don't need to sleep outside, you can sleep on the balcony. We agreed before that you would listen to me, so you should. Now, I'm going to the women's bathhouse with Er Ye, you go to the men's bathhouse too. Come back to sleep as soon as you've washed your clothes."
Pan the mute stared at Yang Wanwan for two seconds, then nodded twice and left.
Yang Wanwan was very satisfied.
This mute Pan is more insightful and clear-headed than anyone else.
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