Chapter 344 The Little Parrot's Way of Making Money (Edited)
It was midnight.
The lights in the small supermarket were bright. Sang Yian and the little parrot sat opposite each other, with a hot pot in the middle.
The pork belly was sizzling with oil.
The hot pot was filled with rich white bone soup and red spicy soup, a few meatballs were rising and falling, and there were freshly boiled beef rolls with a few baby cabbages floating on them.
The long table was already filled with marinated beef, mutton, squid rings, chicken wings, chicken gizzards, and pork belly, which were ready to be grilled.
There were even more hot pots, such as rapeseed, chrysanthemum, chicory, baby cabbage, kelp knots, spinach, oilseed eggplant, and tender lettuce with water droplets on it.
Of course, meatballs, beef balls, corn, crispy intestines, fish tofu, etc. are also indispensable.
The most common ones are fatty beef, fatty lamb, duck blood, and fried tripe. These are the favorites of the little parrot. If there is less, it will not be enough.
Sang Yian picked up two slices of sizzling roasted pork belly, dipped them in a little of her special barbecue sauce, rolled them up with lettuce, and put them on the plate in front of the little parrot.
The little parrot lowered its head and finished it in no time, and Sang Yian had not yet rolled the next one.
The little parrot ate very happily.
Except that it was a little annoying for Sang Yian, there was nothing wrong with it.
"Old man, are you happy with your meal? Are you satisfied? Can you give my claws a rest?"
The little parrot burped and was indeed a little tired. It stretched out one wing and waved it casually, "Okay, kneel down."
Sang Yian: "..."
Her hand holding the chopsticks trembled, and she took a deep breath secretly, and then she resisted the urge to eat the roasted parrot.
The little parrot was full, but its mouth was not closed.
"Sangsang, how come I find that you don't love me anymore?"
"You treat the little prince better than me!"
"Look, when you heard that the little prince was coming, you bought meat, vegetables, hot pot, and barbecue. When have you ever cared so much about me?"
The little parrot became more and more sad and heartbroken as it spoke. It even stretched out one of its wings and pretended to wipe away tears that didn't exist.
"You and I are together all day long, and I help you with work every day, but you have changed your mind and fallen in love with someone else. I found out that you are a scumbag!!"
The veins on Sang Yian's forehead were throbbing. She tried her best to force a smile and told herself loudly.
This is my own child!
I raised it myself!
I raised it myself!
I can't beat it to death!
I can't beat it to death!
I can't beat it to death!
Under such self-hypnosis, Sang Yian finally resisted the urge to pluck the parrot's feathers and closed his eyes resignedly.
"Tell me, what are you going to do?"
The little parrot stood up obediently in a second, "Actually, it's nothing. Isn't it winter? It's snowing outside. According to you humans, it's time to change clothes. Don't you have to give me some resettlement fees?"
Sang Yian: "..."
She knew it!
Everything Lao Men did, in the end, would be attributed to one purpose, that is, to get money!
No. She
couldn't stand it anymore.
She had to have a good talk with Lao Men.
Sang Yian put down his chopsticks and picked up the little parrot. "Last Saturday, you said it was the beginning of winter and we had to give red envelopes to our family members, so I gave you 1,000 yuan."
"This Monday, you said you wanted a quarterly red envelope, so I gave you another 1,000 yuan."
"The day before yesterday was even more outrageous. You said it was your birthday! And it was your 10,000th birthday, so you had to give a big red envelope, so I gave you 10,000 yuan."
"The day before yesterday, when the salary was distributed, I gave you your 10,000 yuan salary, and also gave you 1,000 yuan as a reward for your hard work."
"Today, you want resettlement fees again! Old man, you are covered in feathers, which are warmer than our down jackets. Why do you want resettlement fees? Even if you want money, can you be more thoughtful? Think of a good reason?
" The little parrot tilted its head, "Then... holiday money?"
Sang Yian rolled his eyes at her angrily, "What holiday? Can you tell me?"
The little parrot squinted its eyes and asked tentatively, "Thanksgiving?"
"We don't celebrate foreign holidays!" Sang Yian directly took action and rubbed its soft feathers into a mess.
"Why do you, a little parrot, need so much money? Have you been deceived? Tell me why you need money. If you convince me, I will give it to you."
The little parrot looked confused, "It's not easy to support a family."
Sang Yian: "..."
Headache.
Throbbing pain.
The little parrot said seriously, "But don't worry, I'm yours, so you must also take care of my family. This day will come sooner or later."
Sang Yian: "..."
Suddenly she had a bad feeling.
She turned her head and looked at the layout of the small supermarket, "Tell me honestly, how many family members do you have? Is it big enough for me to stay here?"
The little parrot: "I really don't know. I'll ask you next time I go on a date."
"Don't you only have 4 dates? You've been dating for half a year, and you have to bring your date to meet my family, but you don't even know how many family members your date has?"
Sang Yian was surprised and still felt that he had been deceived.
The little parrot held its head high, very proud, "How can you always look at people with the old perspective? How long ago was that? Can't I make progress?"
Sang Yian's mouth twitched, "How can I make progress?"
"Of course! I'm already dating five people now! I have to ask!"
The little parrot was so proud that he pushed Sang Yian's finger at the end, "I found another girlfriend. As a family member, shouldn't you congratulate me? It's normal to give me a red envelope, right?"
Sang Yian: "..."
Today's red envelope must be given out.
Giving less is not enough. Since the fifth date has to be given a red envelope, the previous four date partners must also be given a red envelope.
It's better to be fair, otherwise it will easily lead to internal disharmony.
What can Sang Yian do with his own parrot?
He can only transfer 5 times in a very ceremonial way, and 10,000 each time.
Instantly 50,000 was deposited into the account, and the little parrot was very satisfied. After the little prince came over, he showed off his pork belly wrapped in lettuce crazily, and it didn't have any objection.
It was not the first time for Lu Zexu to eat barbecue, but he always felt that his sister's barbecue was better. The ones he made in the East Palace tasted good, but there was always something missing.
The little prince stared at the baking tray, maybe there was something wrong with it.
Sang Yian looked at the purchase order and recalled her own inventory, which was not much different. She couldn't help but secretly praise herself for her wisdom.
Finally, for once, she didn't have to go out and buy it overnight.
After so many transactions, she now has a certain amount of business experience, especially in stocking goods.
Sang Yian feels that she has now left the ranks of a novice in small supermarket management and has moved towards the ranks of experienced managers.
Since the last time the little prince came to collect military supplies, she immediately replenished a large amount of food, basically all of which were purchased directly from the factory according to the little prince's needs.
There are also various common medicines, most of which are used for external injuries, which are basically on this purchase order.
The only thing she didn't expect was potato chips. She
ordered 10 large boxes at once. Although hers is a small supermarket, she doesn't have so much stock of snacks!
Sang Yian looked at the little prince who had already started to show off his beef rolls, "Actually, I have a lot of other snacks here, such as spicy strips, spicy chicken feet, squid shreds, fried chestnuts, dried mangoes, dried biscuits, dried sweet potatoes, drunkard peanuts, seaweed and pork floss, they are all very delicious."
The little prince's cheeks were bulging from eating, and he looked like a little squirrel eating pine nuts. When he heard the names of these snacks, his eyes sparkled, "Then give me some of them all."
"Then these potato chips..." Sang Yian asked tentatively.
The little prince immediately remembered, "I almost forgot, sister, I should buy 15 big boxes of potato chips. I only calculated the amount to give out and forgot about my own."
Sang Yian: "..."
She sat down at the long table, "Brother, eating too many potato chips will make you get a sore throat! You'd better eat more meals, otherwise I'm worried that you won't grow taller and your physical condition will be poor, and you will get sick easily."
Hearing this, the little prince waved his hands, "Don't worry, sister, I have been practicing internal energy recently in order to pretend to be weak and not work, otherwise I can't even dissolve the pill that makes me vomit blood."
The little prince was still worried that Sang Yian would not believe him, so he put down his chopsticks and raised his right hand, "Sister, my internal strength is now comparable to that of the first-class masters in the world."
With a snap, the little prince's palm slapped the long table directly.
I saw a deep palm print on the long table that was originally in good condition.
Sang Yian stood up in surprise.
The little prince began to show off like a child, "Sister, do you believe it now? I am very, very healthy. Not to mention being weak, I rarely get sick."
Sang Yian just looked at the deep palm print. This is a long table made of solid wood, very sturdy!
This can leave a palm print nearly two centimeters deep. If it hits a person, it is estimated that if it does not die, it will be half-disabled, right?
Sang Yian's eyes changed when she looked at the little prince, "Healthy, healthy, not only healthy, but also very powerful, definitely one palm to one kid."
"That's not only that! Even a martial arts master can't hurt me." The little prince boasted like a child.
Sang Yian didn't quite believe it. She was about to say something.
With a clang, the slap that the little prince had made on the long table fell off. It turned out that it was not a palm print, but a direct punch through it!
Sang Yian's eyes were stunned. Not stunned, but her eyes were wide open.
She immediately put away her doubts, swallowed her saliva, and gave the little prince a thumbs up, "Awesome!"
The little prince smiled like a kid who was praised in kindergarten, "Of course! This is the way I use to save my life! Sister, you don't know how dangerous I am now. It was my third brother who saved me last time."
When mentioning the third prince, the little prince changed his mind again, "Sister, otherwise, I'll order 20 boxes of potato chips!"
Sang Yian: "..."
Why did you start a fight with potato chips today?
Sang Yian shook his head and could only tell the truth, "There really aren't that many potato chips in the store right now. Not to mention 20 cartons, we don't even have 2 cartons."
The little prince was dumbfounded, and stopped showing off his mutton rolls, anxiously saying, "Sister, please help me get these potato chips as much as you can, at least 10 cartons, otherwise, someone will die!"
With Shen Yi's character, if he didn't send the truckload of potato chips he wanted when he transported the grain, it is very likely that he would just abandon his poisoned and injured elder brother, his missing second brother, and the full barracks of injured soldiers, and continue to be a quack doctor. He did
n't dare to bet.
Sang Yian didn't understand the inside story, and looking at the anxious look of the little prince, his mind was blank. Was there such a shortage of snacks in ancient times?
Don't you want to live without potato chips?
Sang Yian turned her head and glanced at the bags of puffed food on the shelf. A big question mark appeared on her mind. When did potato chips become so attractive?
She still thinks spicy strips are more delicious.
"Wait here, I'll think of a way. I've searched a few chemical-based websites and some small inventions that are very useful to you. You can learn them slowly after eating."
Sang Yian picked up the phone, handed the tablet to the little prince, and then went to the corner to make a call.
She still remembered the phone number of the boss of the wholesale market.
Last time, under the guidance of this boss, she helped to clear out a large batch of thermal underwear stocks. He is very familiar with people and has a wide network of contacts in the wholesale market.
Maybe he can find a way.
Although it is already one o'clock in the morning, Lao Lan has not slept yet.
He just came home from a dinner party. The guests were all store owners in the wholesale market. Since he helped them clear out the inventory that had been accumulated for several years and helped them get back a batch of funds, these people have a good relationship with him.
From time to time, a boss would invite him to dinner to express his gratitude.
Adhering to the principle of "more friends, more paths", Lao Lan would go whenever he had time. The wholesale market was so big that everyone could exchange what they had, share information, and make money together. It was quite good.
When the phone rang, Lao Lan was drowsily drinking honey water.
When he heard the voice of the rich lady sponsor, he became alert. This was a big customer, the God of Wealth!
"Potato chips? 20 boxes? No limit on flavors, no problem, no problem. I'll send it directly to your warehouse in two hours."
Lao Lan agreed immediately. Although he was a little disappointed when he heard that it was potato chips, not a big business, but no matter how small the mosquito was, it was still meat, and he also liked to make small money.
Sang Yian also felt that it was a bit unfair to the boss to buy some potato chips in the middle of the night.
She added, "Lao Lan, I actually need a lot of seeds and simple farm tools. If you have connections, you can also send them over."
Lao Lan was immediately excited. This is a big business!
"I really have an acquaintance! Boss Sang, I'll come over and talk in detail later!"
Sang Yian just finished the call and turned around to bump into the little prince's sparkling eyes.
"Seeds! Farm tools! I want them!"
The little parrot flapped its wings, its eyes sparkling, "These are very expensive, have you got enough money?"
The little prince hesitated, "It should be enough, my third brother raided the mansions of two ministers!"
Sang Yian: "!!!!"