He Wenlin met Peng Liang. Today, Peng Liang's orders have increased again: 93 orders for glutinous rice in the morning, 90 orders for boxed lunches at noon, 13 orders for fried noodles at noon, and 13 orders for fried noodles in the evening, totaling 430.5 yuan.
There were many people here, so He Wenlin didn't settle his commission yet, but she kept a record of it and would settle it with him when he had time to go to He Wenlin's shop.
Peng Liang had no objection to this. It was indeed wrong for the factory workers to see him taking money, and he also believed that He Wenlin would not shortchange him.
On the way back, He's father asked He Wenlin again how much money Peng Liang had brought in for orders.
“He made 430 here, and today’s total turnover is about 2,000. If the orders from the factories here can be stabilized, Meihua can also get dozens of orders every day. Even if there are no late-night snack orders in the future, we can still stabilize a turnover of 1,500 a day.”
These kinds of late-night snack orders aren't common; getting two or three a month is considered good.
With a turnover of 1,500, He Wenlin would make a profit of 450 a day, or more than 13,000 a month, equivalent to a factory worker's annual salary, if she takes a 30% cut.
If you keep doing this well, buying a house within a year shouldn't be a problem.
In fact, He Wenlin's profit is more than that, because she mainly deals with takeout orders, so the losses are very small.
Mr. He went grocery shopping with He Wenlin once and learned about He Wenlin's gross profit margin. After doing the math and thinking about it, he realized it was even more impressive.
"Do you really only have two thousand six hundred in your card?"
Goodness, Dad has turned into a detective.
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