"Brother, count how much money we made?" Huang Jianguo rubbed his hands excitedly, looking at the neat stack of bills in Lin Aijun's money bag.
"Ninety-six yuan and sixty cents."
"Why is there an extra four yuan?"
"I had three yuan in change when I came out. The extra yuan must have been for the extra porridge."
"We should be able to sell for a while longer tonight. If we work all day, we should be able to sell 130 or 140 yuan without any problem."
Lin Aijun put the banknotes away and exclaimed, "I never thought I could make so much money selling just two meals a day. It's almost a worker's monthly salary."
"A pot of meat costs thirty or forty yuan, rice and porridge cost about five yuan, a sesame seed cake costs ten yuan, plus the cost of ten honeycomb briquettes, all of which add up to about fifty yuan, so you can earn nearly thirty yuan. You can easily earn a thousand yuan a month."
Huang Jianguo calculated the profit of this small food cart, and was dumbfounded after he finished.
"So many? Brother, isn't this a great way to make money?"
Lin Aijun was very interested in the data calculated by Huang Jianguo.
They were willing to break into homes and rob for a thousand dollars, so now there's a safer and more sustainable way to make money than breaking into homes and robbing. Their eyes lit up at the same time.
Huang Jianguo continued calculating: "A new tricycle only costs three hundred yuan, and this secondhand one with a canopy costs at most three hundred. Add the stove, pot, and thermos, and let's say that's two hundred. At most, it'll cost five hundred yuan. You can earn that back in half a month. Getting rich is that easy!"
"It's the boss who's making a fortune, we only get eight yuan a day." Lin Aijun gripped the banknotes in his money bag tightly, and as he thought of Xia Baozhu's cold and chilling eyes, his greedy gaze slowly cleared.
"Moreover, we don't know the recipe or how to make it, so we can only work as sales clerks."
"Brother, we may not know how to cook other things, but we can make porridge and rice. We can also make some stir-fries and sell them on the side. That way, the extra money from selling them will be ours, right?"
Huang Jianguo is usually a man of few words, but now, stimulated by the money, his mind has become quite sharp.
"Good lad, I didn't know you had such a brain." Lin Aijun patted Huang Jianguo on the back excitedly after hearing his suggestion.
"Since your sister-in-law is at home with nothing to do, let her cook some dishes and steam some rice, and sell them together with these."
"Is your cooking good, sister-in-law?" Huang Jianguo frowned and asked cautiously, thinking of the dishes Lin Aijun's wife cooked. "Brother, we can't ruin the reputation of this stall. The braised pork rice and roujiamo bring us customers. If the cooking isn't good, we won't be able to sell anything after a few times."
"Hey, you're right, I'll think of another way. But your suggestion is great. Even if we sell ten more yuan a day, that's three hundred a month. Add that to the eight yuan from the stall, and we can earn five hundred and forty yuan a month."
Lin Aijun imagined earning over 500 yuan a month, and his serious face broke into a wide smile.
Huang Jianguo had also calculated the amount of money, but he was afraid that if he sold it privately and failed to complete the task assigned by Xia Baozhu, he would not dare to think about the consequences.
These past few days, Xia Baozhu seemed easy to get along with, not demanding, and never giving him the cold shoulder, but he couldn't forget that night.
Under the hazy moonlight, with her disheveled hair, she looked like a terrifying demon from a movie, holding a gun and staring at them like an ordinary human target.
If he moves, that gun could fire a fatal bullet at any moment.
Sometimes he would dream of that scene, and an inescapable fear would force him to wake up from the dream, leaving him anxious and afraid to go back to sleep.
Seeing Xia Baozhu's peaceful and quiet demeanor during the day could somewhat soothe him, reminding him that everything was just a dream.
"Brother, why don't we just tell her directly, and sell the things in the store first, then sell our own things?" Huang Jianguo calmed down after discovering a way to make money, and suggested through gritted teeth.
“No, she doesn’t trust us now.” Lin Aijun shook his head.
"What if she finds out what we've been doing?" Huang Jianguo hesitated. Money was important, but his life was more important.
"How about we work hard for a month first and see how she pays us? If she pays as she says, then we'll bring it up with her."
Huang Jianguo breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, that's a sure thing. The main problem is that I haven't figured out what kind of vegetables to sell. I'll have to keep trying to make them taste good."
"I'm pretty good at cooking at home. I'll try it when I get back. If everyone thinks it's delicious, we'll sell it, how about that?"
Lin Aijun gave a thumbs up: "Fifth brother, you're even smarter than sixth brother. Let's plan this out properly this month. If she still doesn't agree after a month, I'll buy a car and let your sister-in-law sell next to our stall."
Where there are policies, there are countermeasures; as long as there's a way to make money, there will be more and more ideas.
The two returned home with high hopes for the future.
The fried chicken shop had just finished its business day, and when they saw the two return, everyone gathered around.
Xia Baozhu took the money bag and had San Gou count the money.
"Sister Xia, it's the same as your calculation, but I have one yuan more."
Lin Aijun didn't keep the one yuan for himself; his purpose was to gradually gain Xia Baozhu's trust.
"Good, tell me your thoughts."
Lin Aijun recounted the places he had visited that day and suggested that he only need to operate during commuting hours, as business should be good in the morning.
"If you want to sell breakfast in the morning, you have to get up at three o'clock, and then you can't do it." Xia Baozhu couldn't get up, and she wasn't the kind of person who would risk her life for money.
“Sister Xia, I can get up.” Zheng Zhenhao suddenly said from the side.
"Are you sure?" San Gou looked at his honest and unassuming cousin in surprise, not expecting him to have such ambition.
"I'm sure," Zheng Zhenhao said firmly. He wanted to learn Xia Baozhu's skills and was willing to endure hardship when necessary.
“Coming over at three in the morning is too dangerous,” Xia Baozhu shook her head.
“I can stay at the hotel,” Zheng Zhenhao insisted.
"In that case, I'll have someone build a house in the backyard. You can sleep in the front hall for now, and starting tomorrow, bring your bedding over."
Xia Baozhu naturally hopes that her employees will be proactive and motivated, which saves her effort.
"Tomorrow, Li Datu and Lin Aijun will be there. Lin Aijun is more familiar with the area, so let him take you on a few more trips."
After dinner, Xia Baozhu gave a summary of the day and told them to go home, while she stayed behind to close the door.
"Wait a minute." Just as Xia Baozhu was about to close the inner glass door, a tall man called out to her.
"Sorry, we're closed." Xia Baozhu said with a professional smile.
"I've come to thank you. May I come in and have a seat?"
Although the man's tone was polite, it carried an undeniable sense of danger, as if he would break down the door if Xia Baozhu did not agree.
"Alright, please come in." Xia Baozhu's smile faded, and she coldly opened the door to let him in.
"Ms. Xia, do you remember me?" The man looked around calmly, then asked Xia Baozhu with a smile, his voice deep and magnetic.
"Have we met before?" Xia Baozhu looked him up and down.
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