Before Wu Qiao could ask the question, the other party excitedly shouted, "Goddess, I'm Li Ji, do you still remember me?"
Li Ji? Bincheng Normal University!
Suddenly, Wu Qiao remembered the very clean boy.
He said he was my fan and even asked for my autograph.
"Ah, it's you, remember."
Since he is someone he is familiar with, Wu Qiao will of course give him a discount.
The other party is a student from a normal college. If this deal goes well, future business will probably be good too.
I wrote down the other party's contact information and address, as well as the various pastries ordered.
Wu Qiao asked Wang Chuan to deliver the goods.
Although it’s not quite suitable for a sedan, this is the first online business of the day.
So I just have to pay the compensation.
Fortunately, the Normal College is not far from the "East Coast Sweetheart".
In order to save money, Wang Chuan even borrowed a motorcycle from the pastry chef in the kitchen of East Coast Sweetheart. The round trip only took twenty minutes.
Li Ji bought cakes and drinks worth thirty yuan in total.
Excluding the cost of gas and delivery labor.
I can only make ten dollars from this order.
Wu Qiao looked at the numbers on the notebook and calculated that if he could take fifty such orders every day, he would make a net profit of five hundred.
So the next day, Wu Qiao went to the telecommunications bureau early in the morning to find someone to install a landline phone.
Of course, I missed a good show.
After returning from the Telecommunications Bureau at around nine o'clock, I saw two black cars parked in the square in front of "East Coast Sweetheart".
You should know that you cannot park randomly in this square.
All of Li's employees work here, and the square was also built with Li's money, hoping to provide employees with a good environment, mainly for walking.
But at this time, the two cars were obviously "violating traffic rules".
Wu Qiao was puzzled. Who was this person? How bold was he? And why didn't Li's bodyguards come to chase him away?
With doubts in mind, he walked quickly towards his shop.
As soon as I walked in, I found that there were a lot of people crowded in the front hall. At a glance, they were all wearing black suits and a bunch of heads.
Wu Qiao was not tall to begin with, and even with his legs crossed he couldn't see what was happening inside.
But he has good hearing.
"Call your boss out. Why, you dare to open a shop and sell things, but you don't dare to take responsibility?"
Wow! Someone actually came to cause trouble!
Their store has only been open for two days.
Wu Qiao pushed the man in black who was blocking him. Was he looking for trouble or was he part of the gang?
There was a chair in the middle of the front room, and a pretty woman was sitting on it.
A red miniskirt that reaches the buttocks and big waves on the shoulder.
And those exaggerated red lips, red fingernails, and red leather shoes.
It's like a reincarnated evil spirit!
Wu Qiao suppressed the urge to complain and walked up to the other person.
"I'm the owner of 'East Coast Sweetheart'. What can I do for you?"
Wu Qiao glanced at the other party indifferently, as if such a big scene was just a child's play, not worth mentioning.
The woman became even angrier when she saw that Wu Qiao was not afraid of her at all, but instead looked disdainful.
"Your cake is so delicious!"
This opening line is a joke she used eight hundred years ago!
Wu Qiao really didn't want to laugh, but he couldn't help it.
There was a "puff" sound, and Wu Qiao waved his hands embarrassedly.
Seeing this, the woman raised her hand and slapped Wu Qiao in the face without thinking.
The force of the slap showed that he slapped people frequently.
Wu Qiao had also made mental preparations and countermeasures long ago.
But apparently someone is faster than her!
In the blink of an eye, an arm in camouflage uniform appeared in front of me.
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