And regarding the chili sauce business last time, when Yuan Xin invited Song Ze to cooperate, he didn't forget Ning Zhiyuan and took the initiative to invite him to join as well.
The three of them are good brothers, so let's make money together.
Ning Zhiyuan directly refused Yuan Xin and Song Ze's invitation.
He came from a well-off family and never lacked food or drink. He also had a stable job when he grew up, so he wasn't very interested in making money by doing small business on the side.
Not to mention, as a police officer, it would be very bad for him to be caught doing business in private.
But Ning Zhiyuan now has to admit that he regrets it a little, especially when he heard that Yuan Xin and Song Ze earned nearly 1,000 yuan in just one month.
Ning Zhiyuan's eyes widened: "Really? Is selling chili sauce this profitable?"
Yuan Xin smugly hummed, "That's right, otherwise why would I have asked you to do it together? This business may look insignificant, but the profit margin is quite high. If Aze and I weren't too busy, we might have earned even more."
The two of them had to buy the ingredients needed for the chili sauce, chop the chilies and mince the meat, and also bottle and deliver it. With only four hands, they made more than two thousand bottles of chili sauce in a month and were almost exhausted.
Moreover, of the two, only Song Ze has a winter vacation. Yuan Xin still needs to work and occasionally needs to drive a car. Fortunately, the places he went to this month were not far away, and he could come back in a day or two even at the farthest place.
Ning Zhiyuan looked somewhat annoyed. He had no idea that such a seemingly insignificant small business could earn so much money. If only he had known earlier...
It's too late to say anything now. Ah, hindsight is always 20/20.
Well, how should I put it? His good friend was so concerned about him, yet he missed out on such a great opportunity to make money.
Ning Zhiyuan said to Yuan Xin with a serious expression, "Xin, remember to call me next time you have a profitable business opportunity."
He finally understood that it was impossible to get rich in this lifetime by relying solely on a salary.
To ordinary people, Ning Zhiyuan was not short of money. He could eat whatever he wanted and buy whatever he wanted. He had watches and bicycles that others coveted when he was still in school.
All of these things made Ning Zhiyuan quite satisfied with his life. When Yuan Xin asked him to make money together, he didn't feel anything at all and thought it was just a waste of time.
It wasn't until Song Ze and Yuan Xin each bought a house that he realized the gap between himself and the other two.
He currently has less than 3,000 yuan in total. This amount might barely buy a small house in Beijing, but forget about a large courtyard like Song Ze's.
That's just how people are. When everyone is about the same, they might not feel anything, but when a good friend suddenly gets a lot ahead of them, they suddenly feel pressured for no reason. This has nothing to do with emotions like jealousy.
Seeing that Ning Zhiyuan had finally changed his mind, Yuan Xin smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, when have I ever not invited you to join in making money? It's just that you didn't want to participate."
"I was short-sighted before. Now that you two are so rich, I can't fall behind," Ning Zhiyuan honestly admitted his mistake.
He had always thought of himself as the oldest and most stable of the three, but now he realized that he was far more than that; he was also the poorest of the three.
"The braised pork knuckle is ready! Whose pork knuckle is it?" the waiter shouted at the window.
"Hey, it's ours, it's ours!" Ning Zhiyuan shouted back, quickly running over to pick up the pork knuckle, afraid that if he was any slower, the pork knuckle wouldn't be theirs anymore.
After the braised pork knuckle was served, the other dishes were quickly served as well.
Ning Zhiyuan placed a piece of braised pork knuckle on each of their chopsticks: "You two should try it. The braised pork knuckle made by the master chef here is absolutely amazing. It's a pity that it's not available every day. You're really lucky today."
It was Song Ze's first time eating the braised pork knuckle at this state-run restaurant. The skin on the outside of the knuckle melted in his mouth with just a gentle touch, leaving a mouthful of meaty flavor.
Satisfied with his meal, Song Ze planned to bring Qingqing here again to try this braised pork knuckle.
Ning Zhiyuan devoured half a braised pork knuckle in no time. If it weren't for the two other people at the table, he would have picked it up and started gnawing on it.
After finishing their meal, the three quickly parted ways; those who needed to go to work went back to work, and those who needed to go to school went back to school.
Yuan Xin did not return to the transport team, but went home instead.
He had been swapping shifts with his colleague to earn more money lately. He had missed a long-distance trip once, but now that he has time, he wants to cover for his colleague. He has to leave tomorrow, so he needs to go back and pack his things.
Pack two sets of clothes for a change, and also two bottles of chili sauce. When you don't have time to eat on the road, you can enjoy the chili sauce with some flatbread.
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It wasn't until the weekend, when Song Ze went to visit Xia Qingqing at Beijing University, that he told her about buying a house.
Xia Qingqing was surprised that Song Ze had acted so quickly, buying a house in just a few days: "Ze, how big is the yard of the house you bought? How much did it cost?"
"The house and yard together are about 500 square meters, which is only a little bigger than the one you live in now. I bought it for 6,400 yuan. But my yard is much worse than yours. If you really want to live here, you might have to tear it down and rebuild it." Song Ze frowned subconsciously.
"Not bad, and quite a good deal," Xia Qingqing said. The land for a typical courtyard house is much more valuable than the house itself. Song Ze's courtyard was larger than hers, and the price was cheaper.
Song Ze secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was Xia Qingqing who suggested he buy the house, he was still a little worried that Xia Qingqing would think it was a bit stupid of him to buy such a dilapidated house. Fortunately, Xia Qingqing agreed with his taste.
This is the first courtyard house Song Ze bought. He doesn't plan to keep it for later sale; he plans to have the house completely demolished and rebuilt when he has time.
What Xia Qingqing didn't say was that she actually wanted to buy a few more courtyards, but she had a fair amount of money on hand, probably more than ten thousand yuan, all of which she earned from her previous transactions with Xiao Hui.
It looks like a lot, but if you actually buy a house, you might not be able to buy even two.
Fortunately, there's no rush to buy a house right now. House prices aren't going to rise that fast, so it's still okay to buy a house a few years later.
Another reason is that there are very few houses sold privately now. Ordinary people's houses are either passed down from their ancestors or allocated by their work units. No one would suddenly want to sell their house for no reason.
Only Yuan Xin, Ning Zhiyuan, and Xia Qingqing knew about Song Ze buying a house; he didn't even tell Grandpa Shen.
He was afraid that Old Master Shen would think he had gone mad for spending so much money to buy a dilapidated house, and might even want to beat him to death for being such a spendthrift.
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