Having witnessed all of this, Xiao Baojun now roughly understands Zhang Fan's methods and has developed some admiration for him.
Judging from his appearance, he wasn't an employee of this arcade, but rather a nobody who ran errands for wealthy people because of the arcade.
But it was precisely this kind of petty person who, through seemingly insignificant actions, earned nearly three hundred in just a short time.
This is much higher than the monthly salary of an average person in mainland China.
So, what happens after a day? Xiao Baojun could hardly imagine.
Indeed, in the eyes of smart people, there is no money that cannot be earned, only people who do not know how to earn it.
At this moment, Zhang Fan, who had already made enough money, got up and looked around. Seeing that no one was looking for him for the time being, he walked over to Xiao Baojun.
"Hey bro, got hungry after watching all afternoon? Want to grab something to eat?"
Xiao Baojun hadn't expected him to invite him, but he didn't refuse and readily agreed.
"Yes, I'm actually quite hungry. Let me treat you to a meal, brother."
Xiao Baojun was very interested in Zhang Fan, so he offered to treat everyone.
Zhang Fan smiled, said nothing more, and led Xiao Baojun out of the arcade.
As dusk settled, the streets of Shenzhen were ablaze with neon lights, creating a dazzling and surreal spectacle.
Zhang Fan was clearly very familiar with this area. He led Xiao Baojun around a corner and arrived at a roadside stall.
"The snacks here are delicious, would you like to try some?"
He tentatively asked Xiao Baojun.
Xiao Baojun wasn't the kind of person to be pretentious; there was nothing he couldn't accept about a roadside stall, so he nodded and agreed.
The two sat down, ordered a few side dishes, some grilled meat, and a few bottles of beer.
On this early summer evening, two strangers sat at a roadside stall, drinking beer and chatting.
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