The current Zhu Lao Er is a young version of himself who has just graduated from middle school and is just starting to make a name for himself in the market.
"Even if you're Pigsy, you still have to pay for popsicles."
"Money but no cherry"
What kind of hero is this? Bullying me, a kid selling two-cent popsicles, how could I expect to achieve anything with such a low starting point?
"Brother! Why are you still venturing into the underworld when you don't even have a dime? I think you'd better go home and farm."
Wan Feng didn't mean to be sarcastic at all when he said this. You, a man who is preparing to make a living in the underworld, actually bullied a kid selling popsicles. You don't look like a promising person at all.
The realm is too low.
"What? If you say another word, I'll kick you. Get out!"
Wan Feng really wanted to hit Zhu Laoer on the forehead with the wooden box of popsicles in his hand, but after thinking about it, he decided not to do it.
A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him. If he really takes action, he will become a fool.
After thinking about it, I decided to forget it. It's just six popsicles for a dime.
Bah! I'm unlucky. I'll just feed these six popsicles to the dog.
Wan Feng kept seven of the remaining twenty-seven popsicles after selling them for the money he paid. He remembered that Xu Bin's 100-meter Group A race should have finished, so he had to go back and check.
Wan Feng returned to Jiangwei School with the wooden box and saw the people there cheering.
"Xu Bin won first place in Group A of the 100m." Jiang Jun had just finished his introduction when he saw Xu Bin coming back happily with a workbook and a pencil as prizes.
When passing by Huaguang School, he deliberately displayed the prize in his hand like a red flag.
"Tsk! What's so great about just getting first place?" Someone from Huaguang School said unconvinced.
The person who gets the first one will be rewarded, so Xu Bin got the cooling material: a popsicle.
The head teacher and Li Yi naturally had some great cooling treats, and Wan Feng still had four popsicles left.
"Who's next?"
"It's me!" Jiang Jun stood up feeling good about himself.
"What else?"
"I'll be there later." Xu Ying also signed up.
Wan Feng gave each person a popsicle.
"Listen! If you can't run away, you have to spit out the popsicle when you come back."
There was a burst of laughter.
Wan Feng gave the remaining two popsicles to Li Yi, giving them to whoever appeared and destroying them if they melted.
Jiang Jun is really talented in the long jump. With his skinny body that would make a wolf cry, he actually jumped 5.15 meters.
Compared with the other students whose scores were around 4.67 meters, he stood out from the crowd.
Jiangwei School now has two first places. With twelve points, Jiangwei School has unknowingly ranked seventh among the eleven schools.
The next gold medal candidate for Jiangwei School is Xu Ying. In Wan Feng's opinion, there will be no problem for Xu Ying to win the first place in the school group.
It would be strange if a school girl who can throw a javelin 21 meters can't catch it.
In the last two training sessions, he even ran to Xu Ying's training ground and sparred with her several times. The frustrating thing was that he didn't win a single match.
Xu Ying gave him a nickname: Useless boy.
Wan Feng was so angry that he almost took out the bird to show her.
Wan Feng named her after the female boss who sold human meat buns at the Cross Hill in Water Margin: Female Tiger.
Just for this name, Xu Ying chased him three times around the playground of Jiangwei School.
Wan Feng took Xu Bin and Jiang Jun, who had finished their competitions in the morning, and Tan Chun, who had no events in the morning, and left the school after asking for leave from the director of studies.
The excuse for asking for leave was that they were going to earn money for lunch.
Xue Yongjiu's head was in a mess. Wan Feng had promised them that if they wanted to have a good meal at noon, he could let them go out. He didn't understand how Wan Feng earned his money for food.
Are they just those popsicles?
No one provides lunch at noon during the sports meet. Students have to either bring their own lunch, buy lunch at the commune, or go home to eat. These are the only three options.
Jiangwei School chose the third option, going home for dinner.
The driver of the tractor gets covered in dirt, and the passenger has to squat on their buttocks, which is very painful. There is no time to rest from going back and forth, which is not conducive to achieving good results.
Therefore, Wan Feng wanted to earn some money for lunch so that the poor students in the school who usually didn't know what meat looked like could have a treat.
Of course, this includes myself. It seems like I have been eating only corn tortillas for the past few months, and my stomach has become plain water without any oil or water.
The head teacher Xue Yongjiu was skeptical about Wan Feng's idea, but he agreed after telling Wan Feng not to get into trouble.
Wan Feng brought four people to the No. 130 truck of the Blue Mountain Popsicle Factory.
"Auntie Hua, how many popsicles did you bring in this cart?"
Now Wan Feng already knows that the aunt’s surname is Hua, a very rare name.
"More than 3,000."
“How many are left now?”
Hua Wanrong glanced at the account book in his hand and replied, "Probably less than 2,000."
"I'll take care of it, okay?"
Hua Wanrong didn't seem to understand Wan Feng's words: "You're covering it?"
"Yes! That means you only keep your popsicles for us and don't sell them to anyone else."
Hua Wanrong rolled his eyes: "Can you sell all of them?"
"Don't worry, it will be sold out around 11 o'clock. At noon you guys..." Wan Feng counted the number of people in the car, including the driver, there were four people in total.
"How about I take care of lunch for the four of you at noon?"
Hua Wanrong curled his lips and asked, "What can you treat us to?"
"How about eating at a restaurant?"
"Can you afford a restaurant?"
Wan Feng chuckled and said, "You're right to trust me. It's settled. Let's grab our weapons, brothers."
This time, Wan Feng didn't take thirty guns, but directly put fifty guns in the wooden box. Tan Chun was strong, so he also put fifty guns in the wooden box. As for Xu Bin and Jiang Jun, they could only take forty guns. Wan Feng was worried that they couldn't carry enough.
"Brother Ma! Don't just stand there, come in and help us sell it."
"What benefit can I get from helping you sell it?" Ma Huan refused.
"If you want to have a big meal at noon, come down and help us sell it. If you don't go, I'll give you a bun at noon. This beautiful sister doesn't have to go. When we come back, you can pack popsicles for us."
There was another girl in the car. Although she was of average appearance, Wan Feng also put the beauty's hat on her head.
Wan Feng's words "beautiful sister" made the girl so happy that her single eyelids turned into double eyelids, and her eyes shot out flashlights, and even the acne on her face glowed red.
Ma Huan had no choice but to take a box and fill it with fifty popsicles.
"We're in a good place. We're two cents a stick, no discounts. You can't come back with less than a penny. Anyone who embezzles will be spanked. This directly affects whether we have meat or soup for lunch."
Five people, each carrying a box filled with popsicles, walked into the school square.
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