A week passed quickly, and I arrived outside the cafe as scheduled. I recalled the girl for three seconds, then walked in. I spent another 100 cents and ordered a claypot rice, a can of beer, and other things.
I didn't dare to order it, as a pot of tea costs a penny. When the waitress saw me, she immediately blushed, hesitated, and came over a little shyly. Unfortunately, I could no longer see her original white tea.
It was red, and all I could see was a patch of white fluorescence covering up the faint red color. Poor quality cosmetics can kill people. I smiled and got straight to the point: "Sister, have you thought about it? Do you have a plan?" The waitress was a little excited and bumped.
The person who touched it said to me: "I took a break and asked around. The rent in the surrounding commercial plaza is about fifteen taels of silver a month, and the cost of various equipment and materials is about fifty taels of silver..." Then he looked at the piece of paper in his hand.
, continued: "With a minimum rent payment of half a year, plus government fees, the dessert shop will cost at least 150 taels of silver to open. If the business is good and a hundred desserts can be sold a day, the gross profit should be
About five taels. This can make a lot of money. But if you can only sell half the portion, you will make much less, but it is still better than working part-time. If you can only sell thirty copies, your monthly gross profit will be only forty or fifty.
Two, excluding rent, water and electricity, you can earn about twenty taels, which is still much better than working." I smiled, "So, can you come here by yourself?" The waitress was a little surprised: "You didn't.
Are you going to work with me?" I smiled and nodded: "I will invest for you, and I can help you for free in the early stage. If there are not enough people, how about you call a little sister to work together?" The waiter girl scratched her head: "That should be okay, then.
, how to divide the money earned, and what to do if there is no business? Don’t you want to pick me up?” I took out two 100-tael silver notes, folded them and put them gently on the table. I said to her: “I use
Two hundred taels of silver as an investment, you provide people, I provide money. You give yourself a salary, and if you hire someone, you will also receive a normal salary. For the money we earn, we will pay 46, I will pay 4, and you will pay 6, what?
What do you think? If I lose money, it’s all mine.” The waitress was very happy, and she said, “I can do whatever I want, and I will listen to the boss.”
Before I knew it, another month had passed. During this period, I sold a lot of various kinds of meatballs. Word-of-mouth spread so quickly that I didn’t even have time to make them. The production capacity was seriously insufficient. The waitress’s business was also very good and she could make money.
Not to mention the money, at least I have done something that is incomprehensible but worth bragging about for a few minutes. In short, my life is getting more and more prosperous. There is no pressure on the mortgage and so on.
That night, I went over to set up a stall as usual, and I didn't bother to compete with others for a good seat. I didn't need it. I just left it wherever there was space. I finally persuaded a few people to give up the price and give priority to others who had already reserved meatballs.
Unexpectedly, a group of people from the yamen came. Moreover, they were yamen servants wearing different clothes. The one who looked like armor was probably the police officer. The ones wearing different colors of cloth robes were hard to tell. I only heard the police officer tell me that someone reported what I was selling.
It was laced with drugs and they wanted to summon me. Then I was invited to the Yamen with a confused look on my face, and everything on the stall was taken away by several other men in cloth robes.
Fortunately, the people in the yamen were not as bad as on TV. They just recorded a confession and asked me not to leave the city or continue my business before the test results came out. Before I left, I asked weakly: "The test results are about
How long will it take to get out?" A young policeman was quite polite and replied: "If there is any problem, I will arrest you tomorrow. If there is no problem, I will reply within seven working days." I could only leave in despair.
After returning home, I sat down at the dessert shop and ordered a cup of ice cream to cool down and clear my head. I thought that the people around me who could report me must have a conflict of interest. I am usually very low-key, and I am afraid I don’t even talk to the door.
You know whether I am a man or a woman, and I have never had any conflicts with others. So, who is the person who has a conflict of interest with me?
I carefully recalled the surrounding shops and street stalls. I was the only one selling prescriptions, and there was also one selling monk fruit and fat sea food. In fact, it had nothing to do with me. The rest were either clothes or socks, pots and pans, recycling mobile phones, etc.
Yes, flowers have nothing to do with it. Where is the store? Pharmacy? There is a big suspicion. There is also an adult products store, which is also suspect. I don’t care about it for now, I can only wait for the test results. The boss lady was very happy and made me a fruit plate.
Xiaoxiao: "Enter other guests well. I am so lucky to start a business with you."
While I couldn't set up a stall, I dug up a lot of medicinal materials the next day and dried them in the sun. Due to the serious lack of production capacity, I could only watch helplessly as I couldn't get the money. Sometimes I wanted to become a profiteer and buy some.
Unqualified medicinal materials, drying, or directly dispensing medicine. But thinking about it, I still can’t do this. Although the desire for money has eaten away at me bit by bit, after all, conscience is a part of human beings. Without conscience, people will be miserable.
It's better than wild animals.
The day passed like this, and I didn’t care too much. If that didn’t work, I could sell meatballs somewhere else, or even sell them online. Or I could focus on selling computer accessories or desserts. Listen to music, go to the gym, and practice some
It is heavy and very comfortable. I looked at those books again and felt a little complicated. I thought back to Master Xing's "Kung Fu" and wondered who could be the one who maintains world peace. It could be Shaolin Twelve Tan Legs or the Hong Family.
The Iron Wire Fist could be Wu Lang Bagua Stick, Yang Guo Xiao Longnu, two blind men, Fire Cloud Evil God, or even the group of dancing people, but how could it be that one!