"Honey, I have good news for you. The night market is going to be regulated."
"From now on, nobody can set up a stall at the night market and sell snacks anymore, haha..."
Zhao Kun shared the news of the night market's rectification with Zhou Ling immediately.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Ling revealed a gloating expression, "So, does that mean those stall owners won't be able to do business and will be unemployed?"
Zhao Kun nodded. "Unless they rent shops and operate there, but renting a shop is a considerable expense. Selling those snacks probably wouldn't even cover the rent. Even if those people don't lose their jobs, they'll have to set up stalls elsewhere."
"It would be best if they all lost their jobs and couldn't do business!" Zhou Ling sneered and cursed.
In her opinion, the food vendors at the night market were all in cahoots with Zhou Chen, and they had made a lot of fun at her back then.
The more miserable these people are, the happier she is.
“I’m worried that if Zhou Chen stops doing business at the night market and moves his stall to the train station, our business will probably be greatly affected.”
Changing the subject, Zhao Kun said with some concern.
With Li Kaile as a formidable competitor at night, they can barely sell any stinky tofu; they rely entirely on fried skewers to make a living.
If it were Zhou Chen's stall, competing with them for business during the day, they wouldn't be able to do business at all.
"Brother Kun, what if he tries to steal our business? We don't have anywhere else to go besides the train station where there are lots of people." Zhou Ling's expression changed, and she couldn't help but worry as well.
She was so focused on how miserable others were that she ignored the possibility that Zhou Chen might try to steal her business.
Zhao Kun frowned, his expression somewhat serious, but after a moment, he smiled and comforted her, "Wife, I guess he probably won't give up doing business at the night market. He'll probably rent a shop. If you're really worried, we can try to find out more."
“I don’t want to see him, and he’s unlikely to tell me these things,” Zhou Ling said with a look of resistance.
Zhao Kun smiled and explained, "I'm not asking you to ask him directly. We can have your fourth brother do it. After all, you've given him money so many times, he should do something for us, right?"
Zhou Ling was silent for a moment before saying, "Okay, I'll give it a try."
As a rising star on the school team and Lu Guoliang's darling, Zhou Chen had the shortest training time.
Lu Guoliang allowed Zhou Chen to skip night training and leave school with other senior high school students.
Every day, Zhou Chen would leave early amidst the envious gazes of other school team members.
After returning the schoolbag to his home, Zhou Chen went straight to the night market.
He planned to talk to Zhang Dafu and others to see if they would be willing to join his team.
After considering it last night, Zhou Chen believes that he is fully capable of making the stinky tofu business bigger and stronger.
The two million or so in the stock market was his confidence and capital.
His idea was simple: to bring Zhang Dafu and others in, expand the stinky tofu business, and develop it in other cities.
First of all, Zhang Dafu and other stall owners are all small business owners with rich experience and are fully capable of handling things on their own.
He provides funding and technology, and all they need to do is contribute manpower to receive dividends. There is no risk of them losing money; at most, they only incur time costs.
Moreover, the popularity of stinky tofu is evident to all; it has been proven by the market and widely recognized, so there is virtually no possibility of failure.
"Brother Zhou, you're here. Did Da Long tell you about the night market renovation?"
As soon as he arrived at the area where the stalls were gathered, Zhang Dafu spoke with a sigh.
"I understand, Brother Zhang."
Zhou Chen nodded. He noticed that Zhang Dafu had a worried look on his face, and the other stall owners nearby all had furrowed brows and looked preoccupied.
Clearly, everyone was caught off guard by the night market reforms, especially the regulation of stalls, and is filled with anxiety about the future.
Many people have been running stalls here for several years, making a living through this business. Although they are not rich, they can still make ends meet.
However, the sudden rectification has put people in a difficult position.
The stall carts have very little cost and are very easy to build, so they have already achieved pure profit.
But if you were to switch to running a shop, regardless of how much you could sell in a day, the rent alone would be a considerable sum.
Not many people can afford to come up with that amount of money.
"Brother Zhou, what are your plans? I've discussed it with a few other guys and girls across the street, and we're thinking of getting jobs elsewhere and quitting this snack business."
"After all these years, I've had enough of being out in the wind and sun. Your stinky tofu business is doing well. You could try renting a shop to operate, unlike us. We don't sell much a day, and renting a shop wouldn't even cover our costs."
Zhang Dafu spoke with a wry smile.
To be honest, he was quite envious of Zhou Chen's business. He could sell out every day with very little left over. In terms of business success, none of the snack vendors present could match Zhou Chen's stinky tofu.
In particular, there are many repeat customers, quite a few every day.
"Brother Zhang, have you found a place to work yet?"
Zhou Chen didn't answer, but instead asked a question.
Zhang Dafu shook his head. "We just have this plan. We haven't decided where to work or what kind of work to do. At our age, we probably won't find any good jobs. We can only do manual labor."
This statement is absolutely true. At Zhang Dafu's age, without a diploma or skills, there are indeed not many jobs he can choose from. They are mostly in simple service industries, and the probability of making big money is practically zero. At most, they can only support the family.
From Zhang Dafu's helpless tone, it's easy to tell that he is also filled with anxiety about the future.
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