It was already afternoon when I left the Chuanshan Fresh Produce Wholesale Market.
Wang Zhi and Liu Qing arrived at a color printing shop as quickly as possible.
"Boss, can you print signs for my stall here?"
Wang Zhi looked at the colorful billboards covering the wall and asked casually.
A woman in a tight-fitting dress and with stylish blonde curls smiled and replied:
"Of course, what are your needs?"
Wang Zhi thought about it carefully for a moment, then said, "Just use white as the background color, about 1.2 meters long, and print 'Brother Zhi is cooking' on it."
"What color should the text be?" the curly-haired woman asked.
Wang Zhi said decisively, "Red! Red is more festive."
OK!
The curly-haired woman made a gesture, then sat down at the computer desk and started operating it.
Immediately afterwards.
I walked up to a large machine and pressed a few buttons.
Accompanied by a "squeak, squeak, squeak" sound, a white sign measuring 1.2 meters long and 0.5 meters wide slowly emerged from the machine.
The curly-haired woman rolled up the white sign and put it into a black plastic bag.
"Handsome guy, your sign is done. It'll cost you 80 yuan."
The curly-haired woman smiled and said to Wang Zhi, who was sitting by the door playing on his phone.
Wang Zhi raised his head, paused for a moment, and then said:
"So expensive?"
"Can you make it cheaper?"
The curly-haired woman looked troubled: "Handsome, this is the lowest price in our store, we can't go any lower."
Now the signs are all up.
It was too late for Wang Zhi to regret it.
He gritted his teeth and still scanned the eighty yuan.
I walked out of the printing shop.
Liu Qing sighed and complained, "This boss is such a rip-off! I only spent fifty yuan on that sign last time."
Wang Zhi curled his lip: "Forget it, maybe they used expensive ingredients!"
After exchanging a few words, the two returned to the car.
We're getting ready to drive back to the mountaintop.
......
It was already night when we reached the summit.
After a long day of running around, both Wang Zhi and Liu Qing were exhausted.
After the two of them carried the ingredients and the signboard to Wang Zhi's house, Liu Qing went home.
Nothing was said that night.
The next day.
The two met up, hung the sign on the stall cart, and then completed all the preparations.
Until the third day.
Wang Zhicai pushed his stall cart, preparing to start his business at the food street.
First day of business.
He even organized a special event.
If you spend a total of 100 yuan, you can get a free plate of braised pork with preserved vegetables.
He pushed his food cart along the street, immediately attracting the attention of many vendors.
"Hey, I've never seen that young man before, is he new here?"
"It looks...like a familiar face."
"His chosen dish is stir-fry, which clashes with Xiao Yu's business. Xiao Yu's business is so good, I bet this young man's business will be terrible..."
"That's not necessarily true. What if their cooking is even better? Besides, this is a tourist area, we don't cater to repeat customers!"
"The public has discerning eyes. Let's go try it at noon this time and have a chat with the new stall owner."
"......"
While everyone was discussing it.
Wang Zhi pushed the stall to its designated spot and tidied it up.
With the sign announcing today's business activities hung up, we're officially open for business.
Wang Zhigang arrived not long ago.
The stall owners who had just been chatting came over.
"Handsome, make me some stir-fried pork with chili peppers."
"I'd like a serving of boiled sliced pork."
"Then I'll have one serving of scrambled eggs with tomatoes!"
Wang Zhi didn't expect the order to come in so quickly.
At that moment, he felt a surge of secret joy.
He ran a restaurant for a while.
They originally had a solid foundation.
It's just been a long time since I've done it.
I'm a little worried that it won't taste good.
Wang Zhi's palms were sweating, and his hands, gripping the spatula and pot handle, were trembling.
Fortunately, these three dishes.
When he first opened the restaurant.
If you do it frequently, your muscle memory will remain.
Even if it's not cooked perfectly, it won't taste too bad.
Half an hour later.
He prepared three servings of stir-fried dishes and gave the takeout containers to the three stall owners.
One of the stall owners, who was a bit bald, asked:
"Young man, your technique is clearly well-practiced. Did you own a restaurant before?"
“Yes!” Wang Zhi nodded. “Years ago, I ran a fast food restaurant outside an electronics factory.”
Another stall owner with dark skin gave a thumbs up.
"Wow, that means your cooking must be delicious."
After saying that, he pointed in the direction of the afterglow.
“Young man, there’s another fast food vendor over there. He’s not formally trained, but he’s a great cook. His dishes are delicious, and we stall owners and tourists often buy from him.”
He chattered on and on for ages.
Wang Zhi still didn't understand what it meant.
Just as I was about to speak, I heard the man continue:
"If he's so successful despite not having formal training, you'll definitely do even better. Keep it up!"
The other two stall owners chimed in, "Keep it up!"
Wang Zhi heard this.
A warm feeling welled up inside me.
"Thank you, thank you."
After a brief chat, the three stall owners left.
Hearing these words.
Wang Zhi was clearly much more arrogant than before.
I can already picture myself earning thousands a day, buying a car and a house.
But will reality really go as he wishes?
The midday rush hour is approaching.
Tourists come and go in a constant stream from the food street.
During this period of time.
This is also the time when stall owners make the most money.
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