The bespectacled man walked over and mocked them, saying, "It's just simple milk tea, anyone can make it. You're selling it for such a high price, you definitely won't last long! This whole area is my territory, I advise you to get lost!"
"If anyone's going to kick us out, it'll be the government. What does it have to do with you?" Fu Ting continued mixing his milk tea calmly, seemingly unaffected.
"You!" The man was speechless for a moment, then became extremely angry.
You'll go bankrupt sooner or later!
After the man left, Shen Junmei asked worriedly, "But...we really can't sell them, what should we do?"
"A lottery." Fu Ting took out a small notebook, which was filled with calculation formulas that Shen Junmei couldn't understand. He finally concluded, "A lucky draw with a spinning wheel. Each person has five chances, and the highest prize is ten cups of milk tea. It costs one cent to draw once."
"Oh, okay, whatever you say goes." Shen Junmei didn't take it to heart, thinking that Fu Ting was making a loss-making plan because he was afraid the milk tea wouldn't sell.
However, she is quite capable; she does whatever Fu Ting tells her to do.
Soon, this model, which offered only small profits, attracted the attention of many people.
This time, it wasn't just female college students who were attracted; many people from the community were also there!
They were all pot-bellied and seemed very interested in this seemingly low-investment, high-return model, becoming more and more addicted to it.
Around 1 p.m., the two of them finally sold out of milk tea.
Many people were eager to try their luck at the lucky draw, but unfortunately, there was no milk tea available for sale.
"Brother, come again tomorrow. This area is under my protection, I'll make things easy for you! But it's a deal, I'll be the first to draw tomorrow!" The speaker was a bald man.
Shen Junmei was startled, not knowing when Fu Ting had started calling this bald man his brother.
"With you saying that, I won't open for business tomorrow unless you come."
With the bald guy around, there's no need to worry about someone else taking over the stall.
When they returned, Fu Ting gave Shen Junmei three hundred yuan.
Shen Junmei was completely stunned when she saw those large ten-yuan bills; she almost knelt down in shock!
"Fu Ting...why did you give me all the money you earned today? No, no, no, I don't deserve it~"
There were indeed many people participating in the lucky draw today, but Shen Junmei felt that one hundred yuan was the maximum; they had only earned fifty yuan yesterday!
Unexpectedly, Fu Ting gave her three hundred yuan directly!
"Fu Ting, have you gone mad from all this shock...?" Shen Junmei asked cautiously.
"Sister Junmei, you're overthinking it. I'm perfectly fine. We made six hundred yuan today, so giving you three hundred is what you deserve. Look at all that sweat you're wearing!"
Today was definitely much more tiring than yesterday.
More and more customers are participating in the lucky draw. Fu Ting is in charge of collecting money and watching the draw, while Shen Junmei is busy making milk tea. She's almost sick of it.
"So many... Heavenly Bodhisattvas... My goodness..."
Shen Junmei held the three hundred yuan tremblingly, unable to believe it was hers!
"Let's go back quickly and tell Jiaojiao the good news!"
Fu Ting is a man, and he understands men's psychology better; he knows that men like excitement.
Therefore, the men attracted by Fu Ting's method today are all heads of their own households and have plenty of money.
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