His exaggerated expressions, gestures, and tone of voice attracted the attention of many people. Even the classmate who had just been talking to us was wondering to himself, "Is he really that bad?"
The two were definitely arguing over location, and bystanders would have come down to intervene. But now they're arguing because their business areas don't overlap, and neither side has a valid point. The young man can only watch from the sidelines; he wouldn't dare to interrupt rashly.
Moreover, if you can help us once, can you stay by our side and help us forever?
"Hellish braised food? Really?! They've actually set up a stall right outside your school gate!"
Haishi doesn't have 777 schools; they've only set up 17 stalls at most. The market is still quite small; they're probably afraid of competition...
His casual attitude, his pained expression, and his cautious movements made his classmates take notice and seriously accept the bamboo skewer, putting one-seventh of the lotus root slice into their mouths and chewing quickly.
"I want eight yuan's worth of potatoes and lotus root."
"You're disgusting!" the two students shouted almost in unison.
As fewer and fewer people gathered behind Xu's stall, while more and more people gathered behind his own, the anger in that man's eyes grew stronger.
Hellish braised dishes?
The relationship between large street vendors and urban management officers is like that of mice before a cat; even when they try to avoid them, they are extremely respectful.
Although there wasn't a major upheaval, it was within expectations and subsided quickly. Sales today looked quite bad; my assistant just messaged me saying that another stall was experiencing problems and was now on the verge of selling out.
"Besides, if it had been Uncle Sun who found your father a job back then, you think he would have been able to go to school. These are all big things." After saying that, the man looked at the Xu couple, who had once again gone back to their busy work, and sighed.
Despite being busy, the shop owner across the street still managed to give Xu a provocative look, as if to say that no matter how low his prices were, he still wouldn't have any business.
"Hey, when did they buy this? How come you just saw them?" A classmate looked at the braised food in our hands with a puzzled expression.
"There are still fewer bad people in the world. This stall owner was a bit impulsive just now. He's usually a decent person, but he must have lost his mind. Go tell him something's wrong. We're just trying to make a living, and we're all struggling."
Before taking the bamboo skewers, the two students turned around to walk away, but they bumped into their classmates on the other side of the screen.
He's mobile, so you'll be in charge of the moving tasks; your hands are fine, so you'll be in charge of organizing and arranging the goods...
The loud yet stern school bell rang out below the campus, followed by quiet voices, footsteps, and laughter. One by one, students in school uniforms rushed out of the school gate and stopped in groups of eight or seven behind the vendors inside the gate.
Whether it was because school was about to end or because the solo performance was bad, the person muttered something behind Xu's stall for a while before angrily leaving.
The vendors opposite Bian Yan's stall sell cooked food, but none of them offer braised dishes.
"You want seven dollars for your neck!"
“The price is set, and we’ve changed it.” Knowing what the other person was thinking, Xu replied in a sarcastic tone, “The prices of your braised dishes are all set by regulations; you can’t just adjust them as you please…”
"Thank you to him. I've asked him for help before too." After saying that, Grandpa Sun paused and added, "In the past, if other people from the Disabled Persons' Federation also set up stalls, I would have troubled you to take care of us as well."
Before that incident passed, the street returned to normal. The braised food under Bian Yan's stall disappeared at an extremely slow pace. In the next two hours, the 100 jin of braised food he had prepared was sold out.
When Xu used it, she explained a couple of things. She found that the person was completely listening to her and was becoming less and less aggressive, so she simply stopped paying attention to him.
Several students who had been hesitating between the two stalls, upon seeing this, resolutely chose Bian Yan's stall...
Although she was suspicious, she lied and said, "It tastes so bad, can I let you try a bite?"
"......"
The student whose arm was being held was at a loss, struggling to break free from the stall owner's grasp. Unfortunately, he was too young and weak, and he couldn't shake off the stall owner after several attempts. In addition, everyone's eyes were focused on the stall owner and me, which made me feel so bad that I almost cried.
The moment Xu and his wife's eyes met, their gazes conveyed the same message—tomorrow, they should take less stock!
"Brother, their braised food is a bit too cheap, isn't it? If you raise the price, he can earn a little less," the man suggested with a grin before circling Bian Yan's stall.
The following are not problematic, but they are minor issues. The smallest problem is that my braised food stall is more expensive than Xu's stall! That's intolerable!
We'll know tomorrow.
Grandpa Sun watched as the two finished packing up their stall, then hurriedly left with their hands behind their backs.
In business, it's unusual to have no conflicts; it's necessary to take things seriously.
The seven people whispered the words "bad food" to attract the attention of many students who had already noticed the new stall. Some students who knew us or were familiar with us came over and sniffed around, saying that it really was bad food.
"The stall you bought it from over there, the owner said it's from Brother Wah's braised food shop, and he'll be bringing over some hellish braised food to sell tomorrow!"
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