"Mr. Pan, you're too kind."
Zhou Yang interrupted him with a smile, "It was nothing."
Pan Zilin, quick-witted, said, "Brother Zhou, since you don't want to work at our noodle shop, how about you continue selling instant noodles outside our shop from now on?"
"Our stalls are free, and you can come in anytime to rest, have tea, and enjoy the air conditioning!"
That kid's got a sharp mind!
They're trying to "tie" Zhou Yang to their noodle shop!
With Zhou Yang as a living advertisement, even if they only pick up scraps, they won't have to worry about not having business.
Zhou Yang was amused upon hearing this.
He was worried about not having a place to set up his stall!
He never wanted to see the faces of those market managers in Taikoo Li again.
"Okay, it's settled then!"
Zhou Yang readily agreed.
The location of Pan's Noodle Shop is good, with a lot of foot traffic, and most importantly, there's no stall fee.
This is a sure-fire way to make money!
10:00 AM the next day.
Zhou Yang then pushed his snack stall and wobbled all the way to the entrance of Pan's Noodle Shop.
This was the sixth day he had been selling instant noodles at his stall. He was very familiar with the business and felt completely calm. He even felt like humming a little tune.
"Wow, you're up early today!"
Before Zhou Yang could even set up his stall, Pan Jianye and his son cheerfully came over to help.
"It's getting late, it's almost ten o'clock!"
Zhou Yang smiled and nodded, "Thank you!"
"No need to thank me, it's nothing!"
Pan Zilin said with a smile, as he and Pan Jianye busied themselves helping Zhou Yang set up tables and chairs, wipe the stove, and tear open instant noodle containers, showing even more care than if it were their own business opening.
Zhou Yang couldn't get involved and was happy to have some peace and quiet.
This is free labor, why not take advantage of it!
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