If you want to develop, it depends on how much money you have in your pocket.
Back home, Xu An took out his ledger and began to calculate. Since the store opened in early July, a total of eighteen days had passed, and the number of boxed meal orders had increased from a little over one hundred to nearly seven hundred.
To date, the store's total revenue is 68,000 yuan, and after deducting labor, utilities, rent, and purchase costs, the net profit is 11,700 yuan!
Eighteen days, 11,700 yuan, that's a pretty good income!
The next step is to find the anchor point for Xu's Fast Food Restaurant, an anchor point that won't be destroyed by "Let's eat!"
The workers were the foundation of Xu's Fast Food, but it's clearly impossible to rely on them for further development.
Unless Xu An can do what Jinxiu Hotel does and directly monopolize the boxed meals supply for the entire construction site, regardless of whether you eat them or where you eat them, the money will already be in my pocket.
But without connections, network, or funds, how could a small fast-food restaurant possibly get such an order?
We need to find a breakthrough by targeting other consumer groups.
Xu An held a pen and wrote one meaningless word after another in the notebook. Finally, the two words that appeared in the notebook were exactly the same: "Company"!
The word "company" was written more and more, layer upon layer, densely filling an entire page, yet Xu An's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
Yes, it's the company!
The first company I worked for after graduating in my previous life offered free lunch as one of its employee benefits.
However, this company does not have a canteen; it operates on a meal subsidy system.
There are two types of meal allowances: one is a meal voucher of 15 yuan per day, and the other is converted into 10 yuan in cash and paid along with the salary.
If you choose meal vouchers, the company will provide two restaurants for you to choose from. The clerk will collect the information and submit it to the restaurants. The restaurants will then prepare the meals based on the information and deliver them before the end of the workday at noon.
When it's time to leave work, employees can go to the common area to find a boxed lunch with their name on it.
Xu An also talked to the delivery staff and found that they were not the only company that ordered food this way; there were more than 20 such companies in this office building alone.
So, does such a company exist in Shanghai?
We live in the information age, and some information can be obtained through the internet.
Xu An took out his phone, opened QQ, typed "Haishi" in the search bar and clicked search. Several groups containing the characters "Haishi" appeared below.
Haishi working people's group, Haishi Wujiang hometown folks group, Haishi design exchange group...
I selected some groups that looked like they were created by office workers, sent them friend requests, and then put my phone aside.
When they first started their boxed lunch business, the two of them agreed that once their income reached ten thousand or eight thousand, they would repay the tricycle fare tenfold.
The net profit is now 11,700; it's time to settle this money with Xu Heping.
Xu An counted out 1,600 yuan and put it in his pocket, then took a flashlight and went out.
Arriving at the gate of Xu Heping's house, they saw that the light in Xu Heping's bedroom was still on, so they knocked on the door and called for Heping to come down and open it.
A figure walked to the window, glanced at the courtyard gate, and then quickly left, went downstairs, walked out of the gate, and opened the courtyard gate.
"It's almost nine o'clock. Why did you suddenly come to find me? Is there something you need?"
"Yes." Xu An didn't go in, but stood at the gate of the courtyard. He took out a roll of money from his pocket and handed it to Xu Heping: "This is the money I promised you, 1,600 yuan, not a penny less."
Xu Heping raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised as he took the money. After counting it, he couldn't help but exclaim, "You've only been open for half a month, and you've already given me 1,600 yuan. The business is really good."
After saying that, Xu Heping took out two hundred yuan and put the rest of the money back into Xu An's hand: "The tricycle is only worth one hundred and sixty yuan a second-hand car, so I'll take two hundred. Consider the extra forty yuan as my interest."
"What we agreed on back then is what we'll stick to. Even brothers should keep clear accounts." Xu An put his hands behind his back and said firmly, "If you hadn't come to help back then, I might not have been able to get this little stall up and running."
"What help did I give you? I just lent a hand and sponsored you a tricycle that had been idle for many years." Xu Heping thought for a moment, then took out three red bills from the remaining money: "I'd like another three hundred yuan as payment for helping you before you opened the shop, is that okay?"
Xu An was both amused and annoyed by what he heard. Others would fight tooth and nail for money when they made it in business, but when it came to them, He Ping actually complained that he was giving too much.
Before Xu An could speak, Xu Heping continued.
“You’ll be going to university soon, and your tuition and living expenses will be quite a lot. Kang Kang and Le Le should be starting kindergarten soon, right? We can’t keep them staying in the shop forever. You have so many other expenses, while I don’t have any. There’s no need for me to give you so much money.”
Xu An's gaze slowly turned strange.
Something's not right. When did Xu Heping, the king of kids, become so mature and composed, spouting platitudes all the time?
Thinking of a certain possibility, Xu An's gaze towards Xu Heping became increasingly strange, and he tentatively asked, "Do you know about nucleic acid?"
"Accounting? What accounting? Do you mean walnuts?" Xu Heping asked, looking confused.
"The Long March 7 rocket's maiden flight was a success?"
"What the hell? What are you flying about?" Xu Heping's eyes were even more confused, and he even wanted to reach out and touch Xu An's forehead to see if he had a fever.
Okay, I guess I was overthinking it.
Cough cough.
Xu An coughed twice to cover his embarrassment and quickly changed the subject: "Heping, there's something I've been keeping from you and haven't told you yet."
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