The stinky tofu business, though just a snack and seemingly insignificant,
But Zhou Chen knew that if it were expanded nationwide, the profits would be staggering.
Thinking about his bet with Sun Liancheng to reach 240 franchisees within eight months, but that wasn't his goal; he wanted to add a '0' to the end.
He should strive to accumulate more start-up capital before going to university, so that he can start his real business empire.
Zhang Dafu, Liu Dongmei, and the franchisees who set up stalls in other counties all started their own businesses, displaying the Pinchoufang brand and recruiting franchisees to expand Zhou Chen's territory.
On this day,
Before training, Lu Guoliang brought news of another sporting competition.
Fengcheng will select a group of outstanding high school athletes to represent Fengcheng in the five major city leagues and compete against athletes from other cities.
Zhou Chen, who won first place in the 100-meter dash and broke the long jump record, was naturally on the roster for this competition.
Lu Guoliang announced the list, which included eight other school team members who had won awards and would go to participate together, in addition to Zhou Chen.
There are two weeks until the competition.
Lu Guoliang is preparing to increase the intensity of training, especially for those on the roster, who are groaning in despair as the hellish training mode is about to begin.
Those students who weren't on the list gloated, thinking they'd escaped unscathed.
Unexpectedly, Lu Guoliang's words, "Everyone participates in the training," instantly turned the students' smiles off.
"Zhou Chen, you'll undergo intensive training for a week to improve your grades a bit more. This time, you're representing high school students from other cities, and you shouldn't be underestimated. Of course, you still have a lot of advantages, but I hope you can do even better to avoid any unforeseen circumstances."
Lu Guoliang called Zhou Chen aside for a private talk, much to the envy of others.
Zhou Chen had no objection. He now treated training as a way to relax his mind, and it wouldn't interfere too much with his studies.
"Training is one thing, but staying healthy is the most important thing. If you feel uncomfortable at all, tell me immediately."
Lu Guoliang doesn't want his precious Zhou Chen to get injured before the competition because of training, which would affect his performance.
Zhou Chen nodded.
While all members of the school team entered intensive training...
Suddenly, four or five cars stopped in front of the Zhao family's house.
Old Mrs. Zhao was standing in the yard, scolding Zhou Ling and complaining that Zhou Ling didn't go out to set up a stall, leaving everything to Zhao Kun, and just stayed at home doing nothing.
Zhou Ling had endured it all day yesterday, but seeing that Old Mrs. Zhao was going too far and had come to embarrass her again, she no longer kept quiet.
The two women engaged in a fierce verbal battle in the courtyard.
"Mom, please stop arguing."
A voice made the two of them stop abruptly and look at Zhao Kun, who had suddenly returned.
"Kun'er, what... what happened to your head?"
"Son, what happened? How did you get hurt?"
When Grandma Zhao saw that Zhao Kun's head was wrapped in a white bandage and that there were some wounds on his face, her expression changed and she quickly went over to check on him.
"Mom, I'm fine."
Zhao Kun smiled and comforted the worried Mrs. Zhao, saying that she had only suffered a minor injury.
"He's injured his head, and you still say he's fine." Old Mrs. Zhao was extremely distressed. Then, she turned her head and glared at Zhou Ling, turning her anger towards Zhou Ling again, and said angrily, "It must be because of you, you jinx, that our Kun'er got injured. If my son hadn't gone out to set up his stall, how could he have gotten hurt?"
"Mom, this really has nothing to do with Lingling, please don't blame her."
When Zhao Kun heard his mother say this, he quickly pulled the old lady Zhao aside and said, "I wanted to set up the stall today. Lingling wanted me to rest for a day, but I didn't agree. However, because of this, it can be considered a blessing in disguise."
"Silly child, your head is injured, how can you call it a blessing in disguise? You're talking nonsense. Oh no, you've damaged your brain, haven't you?"
Grandma Zhao's expression changed drastically, and she reached out to touch Zhao Kun's head.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Ling couldn't help but show a worried expression: "Brother Kun, you..."
"Mom, Lingling, you're overthinking it. I'm really fine. Look, what's that!" Zhao Kun stopped being mysterious and turned to point to the black car parked behind him. Only then did the two of them see the car at the gate of the courtyard. In front of the car, there were two men wearing black sunglasses.
"Kun'er, this is..." Old Mrs. Zhao was a little confused.
Zhou Ling also looked puzzled.
Zhao Kun revealed a smug look and said, "They are Brother Hu's men. They were specially sent by Brother Hu. As for why, I will explain to you slowly when we get to the restaurant. Mom, Lingling, let's go. Oh, and call Dad too. Brother Hu is treating our whole family to dinner."
Brother Hu? Inviting me to dinner?
Both Grandma Zhao and Zhou Ling were completely baffled, having no idea who this Brother Hu was.
But the fact that the other party sent so many cars means they are definitely not ordinary people, and such an important person is going to invite their family to dinner?
What did Zhao Kun do to deserve such attention?
Thinking of what Zhao Kun had just said, Zhou Ling couldn't help but feel excited.
It seems her little Kun is about to make something of himself; her day of triumph is coming.
The family got into the car.
The genuine leather seats and luxurious interior of the car amazed Zhou Ling and Mrs. Zhao, but also made them feel cautious.
Zhao Kun explained that the car they were riding in would cost several hundred thousand yuan to buy.
Of course, this is what he learned from the driver on the way.
This financial strength undoubtedly shocked Zhou Ling and Old Mrs. Zhao even more.
Tonight's dinner was the most lavish and luxurious meal Zhou Ling had ever eaten, and it showed her what it meant to be rich.
After she got out of the car and returned to their home with Zhao Kun, she was still immersed in the experience of the dinner party and felt it was all too real.
"Brother Kun, am I dreaming?"
"Of course not, it's all true. Your man is starting to have great luck. You heard what Brother Hu said. He told me to work for him. How much money can you make from a small business like a stall? We can't do that anymore. Brother Hu is a big boss. Even if he just leaves us a little bit, it'll be enough for our family to live on for a lifetime."
Zhao Kun said smugly.
Who would have thought that a stall cart stopped an out-of-control car for an old man on the road, and the old man's son turned out to be so amazing that he regarded Zhao Kun as his benefactor.
"Brother Kun, do you think we'll be better off than Zhou Chen, and richer than him?"
After realizing that Zhao Kun had latched onto a powerful patron, Zhou Ling immediately wondered if she could regain all the face she had lost in front of Zhou Chen.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Kun scoffed, "Following Brother Hu, becoming richer than him is a piece of cake. How can his lousy stinky tofu business compare to Brother Hu's big business? He's just dabbling in small-time stuff, not even worth mentioning."
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