I left home at nine in the morning and am back now. I must have had no business all day, so I was discouraged and can no longer keep my stall open.

So, adopting the tone of an elder, she earnestly advised:

"Xiao Zhou! Young people should be down-to-earth when doing things."

"Your job selling houses was so good! I heard the top salesperson earns millions a year! Look at you, you had to mess around with this street stall thing, now you know how tough it is..."

Zhou Yang skillfully parked his tricycle and walked up to the landlady without saying a word.

"Aunt Liu! This is the rent for the first quarter, three thousand yuan. Please count it."

The old lady stopped abruptly in her tracks.

She stared in disbelief at the money being stuffed into her hand, then looked at Zhou Yang in front of her.

He was stunned for a moment.

"Well... if there's nothing else, I'll go upstairs now."

"Oh, right! Tell your grandson not to run around upstairs, or he'll disturb my rest."

After Zhou Yang finished speaking, he packed up the things on the tricycle, turned around, and went upstairs.

The old lady clutched the money, and it took her a long time to gradually come to her senses.

One morning?

Did you earn more than three thousand yuan?

Is setting up a street stall really that profitable now?

Zhou Yang didn't know what the old lady was thinking; all he knew was that now that he had paid the rent, he could finally speak with his head held high.

Sitting on the worn-out sofa, he checked the accounts.

Today's income is 10,000 yuan. After deducting the cost of 400 yuan for instant noodles and several hundred yuan for various raw materials, the net profit is about 9,000 yuan.

After paying the rent, there was still six thousand yuan left.

This is all of Zhou Yang's current possessions!