Wang Xiaoming's eyes suddenly lit up as he was walking on the street. He saw a notice for sale of a second-hand food cart. The key was that the price was not high.

Second-hand food truck for sale for RMB 700, fully equipped and available immediately, contact number 138xxxx

Seeing this, Wang Xiaoming immediately dialed the other party's number.

When the call went through, Wang Xiaoming coughed and said: Hello, this is Boss Li. You have a second-hand food cart for sale.

Yes, do you want it?

I want to see if it's convenient now

Conveniently, my address here is

The other party reported the address on the phone. It was not far from Wang Xiaoming's location, just a few streets away.

Wang Xiaoming hung up the phone and walked over immediately. Not long after, Wang Xiaoming saw a middle-aged man at the entrance of an alley. The two looked at each other. Wang Xiaoming smiled and nodded and said hello: Boss Li, it was me who called just now.

phone number.

Haha, what kind of person is the boss but not the boss? If you’re outside, call me Lao Li. Come on, I’ll show you the car. Look, the car is right here.

Lao Li smiled and pointed behind him. There was a food truck parked behind him.

Wang Xiaoming immediately turned his head and looked at the snack cart. This snack cart was a bit old, but it was not small. It was about one meter wide and two meters long. Looking at the equipment on it, it should have been used to make spicy hotpot.

Wang Xiaoming checked the car. It looked a little old, but the parts were all good. The main thing was that the equipment was complete. Even the gas tank was carried. He weighed it with his hands and found that the gas tank was empty.

This car is not bad, you can use it as soon as you buy it.

Wang Xiaoming felt happy, but shook his head and said in disappointment: It's too old, Lao Li, your car is quite old.

Lao Li quickly said: What's the matter? I just bought it last year. The equipment is all brand new. It just looks old on the outside, but it actually works very well.

Lao Li naturally understood that Wang Xiaoming was making a counter-offer and said: I paid two thousand when I bought it last year, and selling it second-hand for seven hundred yuan is already very cheap.

Wang Xiaoming still shook his head and said: It's expensive. The current equipment price is one per year. Besides, your car is too old and it must have many minor problems. Seven hundred is still expensive. Let's do it, three hundred and fifty. I can pay it now.

Take it away immediately.

The 350-year-old Li shook his head categorically and said: It's too cheap. I'm losing too much money and won't sell it. Take a closer look. This is a complete set of equipment. You have to spend a lot of money to buy this equipment. Now the whole province

Came down.

Wang Xiaoming blinked and said: Otherwise, the price is still three hundred and fifty, I just want the car, I don't need those equipment, you can keep it for yourself.

Lao Li smiled bitterly and said: Alas, I don't do anything anymore, so why are I still keeping these things?

Wang Xiaoming laughed and said: Well, there is no use keeping it anyway. If you keep it for one more day, you will have one more day of trouble. If you sell it, you will have less trouble and you can get some money. How great.

No, three hundred and five is too low.

The two bargained, mainly because Lao Li was in a hurry to sell. After all, second-hand food carts are not easy to sell, and it is really cumbersome to keep them here and guard against thieves.

In the end, Wang Xiaoming cut the price to 480, which was 220 less than 700. It was considered a saving.

Wang Xiaoming paid the money on the spot, and the food cart became Wang Xiaoming's.

The food cart is a bit old, but it still makes Wang Xiaoming extremely happy, because his career is about to start from here.

There are wheels at the bottom of the snack cart, but the shock absorption is very poor and the sound is very noisy. However, Wang Xiaoming did not find the sound harsh at all. He hummed quietly in his mouth and walked towards the taxi step by step amidst the noise.

Go to the house.

The noise was so loud that it was impossible not to attract attention. Under the gaze of passers-by, Wang Xiaoming's face turned red.

Just now, no one saw me and I didn't feel it. Now that there are more people, I still feel a little guilty.

However, after a while, Wang Xiaoming adapted to the gazes of passers-by and calmly pushed the cart while humming a tune.

At this time, a bicycle passed by Wang Xiaoming. The rider was a middle-aged woman, and a teenage boy was in the back seat. When she saw Gao Feng pushing the food cart, the middle-aged woman couldn't help but whisper:

Xiao Huan, look at this person. He is running a street stall at a young age. This is the result of not studying hard. If you don't study hard, you will be like him in the future. I don't think you are ashamed.

Wang Xiaoming was stunned. He was shot while lying down.

Wang Xiaoming shook his head and smiled helplessly, but in his heart he shouted: Sister, I am a college student.

Of course, even if Wang Xiaoming really yelled, the other party would probably not believe it.

Wang Xiaoming smiled helplessly and quickened his pace.

The second-hand car was slower. After about half an hour, Wang Xiaoming pushed the car into the yard.

The place he lives in is an old building, with an alley leading in and out. There is also a small yard downstairs, which can be used to park bicycles and electric scooters, while the cart is parked in the corner.

Wang Xiaoming bought a lock on the road, and the lock came in handy at this time, locking the car on the telephone pole in the yard.

Wang Xiaoming went upstairs. Sure enough, Brother Zhang next door was at home, and the door was not closed. Wang Xiaoming was familiar with him, so he said hello with a smile and borrowed the water pipe from Brother Zhang's house.

After borrowing a water pipe and getting cleaning tools from his own home, Wang Xiaoming went downstairs, connected the faucet and started cleaning the cart.

First clean the surface of the car, and then clean the interior. After working inside and outside for more than an hour, I finally cleaned the car. After Wang Xiaoming's cleaning, the car looked brand new. At first glance, it looked almost like a new car.

Wang Xiaoming was very satisfied with his craftsmanship. He left the cart to dry in the shade and went out to tinker with things again.

Wang Xiaoming only had 800 yuan on hand. He spent 480 yuan on buying a small car and food. He still had more than 300 yuan left. This more than 300 yuan was his capital.

It took more than an hour to go out, and it was already noon. Wang Xiaoming came back with a lot of things, holding things in his hands and a large bag of white flour on his shoulders. This bag cost five dollars.

Ten kilograms of flour cost Wang Xiaoming 100 yuan, plus the odds and ends, it cost more than 300 yuan, and most of it was removed in one go.

Not long after Wang Xiaoming returned home with his things, the gas delivery person came. Now a barrel of gas is not cheap, costing 115 per barrel. Wang Xiaoming's remaining money was basically spent on buying gas.

After putting the things away, Wang Xiaoming took out a piece of big red paper and stuck it on the dried cart.

The big red paper, the ligatures and the paper cost two yuan together. His calligraphy skills are still very good. Wang Xiaoming himself cannot write such beautiful calligraphy, so the two yuan is still worth it.

Written in black ink on the red paper were five big characters, Wang Xiaoer Ramen, and next to it were small characters, five yuan a bowl.

Wang Xiaoer Ramen is both humorous and interesting, yet profound and easy to remember.

Brother Zhang next door had already noticed that Wang Xiaoming's cart had been eaten. He looked at the words on the cart and said with a smile: Oh, Xiao Ming, you are selling ramen.

Wang Xiaoming also smiled and said: Yes, Brother Zhang, this is my ancestral craft. I think it is difficult to find a job, so I might as well try my ancestral craft.

This is a craft passed down from ancestors. Brother Zhang was stunned for a moment, but he didn't take it seriously.

Wang Xiaoming said: Brother Zhang, have you eaten for lunch? How do you like my cooking?

Okay, then try your skills. Brother Zhang smiled and nodded.

Okay, it will be ready soon. Wang Xiaoming hurriedly returned to the house and started kneading the dough. He kneaded ten kilograms of dough and set aside. After kneading the dough, he made ramen and boiled the water. After a while, a bowl of ramen with oily flowers was ready.

There is very little meat, just a layer of minced meat on the ramen noodles, and a little chopped green onion is sprinkled on it to add color and flavor.

Wang Xiaoming arrived at Brother Zhang’s house carrying ramen.

This noodle looks good. When Brother Zhang saw the ramen served by Wang Xiaoming, it looked very good, but he didn't know how it tasted.

He was not polite to Wang Xiaoming, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

After taking a bite, he smacked his lips and immediately looked at Wang Xiaoming in surprise: "Xiao Ming, your craftsmanship is amazing."

It was okay. Wang Xiaoming smiled, but his eyes narrowed in laughter.

Brother Zhang stopped talking and started eating ramen with his head down.

After a while, he ate up a large bowl of ramen and drank all the soup.
Chapter completed!