When it comes to making money, Ning Hong immediately thinks of his food livestreaming career. But then she realizes that it's 1997, computers weren't common yet, let alone a new industry like livestreaming, which was still in its infancy.
I can only try setting up a stall first.
His previous school, the No. 1 High School in the city, was the best choice.
He could go there and sell for a while. Once he had enough money to rent a place, he could bring his family over—actually, he had the money; he had plenty of antiques and treasures in his storage space, but it wasn't convenient for him to take them out for the time being.
However, it wouldn't be a good thing for his family to become rich overnight.
It's better to let them experience the joy of making money themselves.
It can also build their confidence.
We've arrived at the No. 1 Middle School.
Ning Hong then got off the bus.
He was pushing a very simple little cart, somewhat like the kind used for making jianbing (Chinese crepes). But it was quite small.
His appearance immediately caused a stir.
"Look, it's Ning Hongze."
"I heard that he got sick during the college entrance examination and missed it."
"Oh, what a pity. If he had participated, he might have been the top scorer in the province this time."
"It's all fate."
"If you're unlucky, this is all you can do."
"Isn't he going to repeat a year of high school?"
"Where can one afford to study?"
It was common knowledge throughout the school that Ning Hong came from a poor family.
"So what is he doing now—"
"Are you planning to sell food?"
"How did they end up being sold in schools?"
"Isn't he ashamed?"
Ning Hong paid no attention to the students' whispers. He started cooking, took a few buns from a basket and placed them on the board to fry.
After leaving the hospital, Ning Hong let her father go home.
Before leaving, Ning's father gave him several hundred yuan.
For the Ning family, these few hundred yuan were extremely precious.
To pay for his medicine, Ning's father sold the family's farmland.
He sold it to his uncle.
His uncle gave them two thousand yuan for a piece of land that could sell for several thousand yuan on the market.
They even have this condescending attitude.
It's truly disgusting.
Ning Hong rented the cheapest single room to stay in temporarily, and also bought a second-hand jianbing (Chinese crepe) cart.
Of course, it's a small-scale operation, but he doesn't plan to sell jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes). For now, he's decided to sell teppanyaki baozi (steamed buns on a hot plate).
A buzzing sound rang out.
A rich aroma of meat buns wafted through the air.
Since it was already early morning class time, many students came on an empty stomach.
The aroma made me feel even hungrier.
I was starving.
"Hey Ning Hongze, how much is one of these steamed buns?"
"It's not expensive, only 50 cents each."
Ning Hong then placed the fried buns aside.
"Want one?"
"Alright, then give me two."
"Give me two too."
Once one person buys it, naturally a second person will follow suit and buy it too.
"Ning Hongze, why don't you study properly and instead come here to sell meat buns? Don't you feel ashamed?" a female classmate asked unhappily, even though she had once liked him.
This family is way too poor.
Luckily, she didn't actually confess her feelings to him.
"What's there to be ashamed of? I earn money through my own hard work. I don't steal or rob. I live an upright and honest life. There's nothing to be ashamed of, although I do feel a little uncomfortable."
Actually, he could have chosen to set up a stall at other schools, but there are more wealthy students at the No. 1 Middle School in the city who are more willing to buy these things.
Ning Hong smiled slightly and said calmly.
He was tall and handsome, with refined features. What was most surprising was that, despite being just a pancake vendor, he exuded an air of elegance and nobility reminiscent of an ancient aristocrat in his every move.
He's someone you'd notice at first glance in a crowd.
These two sentences alone made many of the female students present blush slightly.
I couldn't resist taking out a dollar to buy a steamed bun.
"Hey, move aside, move aside, give me five more steamed buns."
How can these steamed buns be so delicious?
It smells so good.
"I want one too."
Count me in.
Give me ten.
Everyone gathered around and started scrambling to buy the steamed buns.
In less than two hours, all two hundred buns were sold out.
If it weren't for the time it takes to fry these buns, they could probably sell much faster.
Let's just start selling steamed buns tomorrow.
Various pastries and buns are available, saving the time of frying these buns separately.
"Hongze, why didn't you prepare more? With so many students in our school, two hundred buns are not enough to sell."
"You make a very good point."
Ning Hong nodded again, "But I did all of this by myself, there's nothing I can do about it."
After saying this, Ning Hong pushed the cart and left.
He went to pick up the stroller in the morning before getting off the bus. Actually, his rented room is near the school.
"Ning Hong is indeed a top student; she can even make steamed buns so delicious."
There's not much to say about academic excellence and steamed buns.
"I have never eaten such delicious steamed buns before."
"Me too."
"Suddenly I feel that the meat buns in the school cafeteria are utter garbage."
"Who can argue with that?!"
Of course, the cafeteria staff never expected that their cafeteria would be criticized by many students because of these steamed buns.
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