Xiao Yu took out his collection of soda and gave each person a bottle.
Seeing how willing he was to give, Xiao Zheng finally spoke when he had almost finished eating: "Xiao Yu, do you really want to do business?"
"Um."
"But we're too young!" Xiao Zheng had been following his father around various schools since he was little, and was much more mature than his peers in many things. "If we keep it small, we probably won't make any money. If we make it big, others will definitely snatch it away."
"We'll start small," Xiao Yu said. "We'll mainly focus on schools and markets. When you guys go to junior high school next year or the year after, we'll expand. We won't do it ourselves. I can make some cakes, cookies, and the like. You guys will help me sell them. Except for you, my cousin, each of you will take a layer, which means we'll make ten yuan. You can take one yuan. My cousin, you'll take three yuan because you have to manage people. I'll be in charge of the main work."
"I'll just take two pieces. I can't possibly provide the materials. I don't have time to help you."
Xiao Yu thought about it and said, "That's fine."
"When does it start?" Li Liang asked. He was still somewhat interested in doing business.
Liu Ming hesitated and said, "It's hot now! Won't the cake go bad? I think popsicles should sell better."
Xiao Zheng also hesitated.
Xiao Yu nodded: "If it's a popsicle, it's not impossible. But if you do that, you'll run far away."
"It's okay. We all have bikes."
"Then wait for me for a week. In a week, bring a box of popsicles and a blanket to my house."
Xiao Zheng was surprised: "You can make popsicles?"
"Of course, as long as there's a refrigerator, then anyone with hands can do it." No wonder. How much can a refrigerator hold?
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