Today's business is obviously much better than yesterday, mainly because Jiang Zhihao also prepared a lot more fruits than yesterday.
At the end of the day, excluding the extra money given to the sanitation workers and the extra cost of pulling power from the store, I made a total of 3,700 yuan.
More than three thousand a day is already very scary in the eyes of many people, but in Jiang Zhihao's eyes, it is just small money.
Thirty-seven thousand in ten days, three hundred and seventy thousand in one hundred days, isn’t it only 1.8 million in a year?
His goal is far beyond that.
In that future, he has already created a net worth of nearly 100 billion, and he still got it from nothing.
Now that I have more than fifty years of experience and vision ahead of the world, if I still can't surpass the peak, my life will be in vain.
Maybe the business here in Jiang Zhihao is so booming that many people selling small items nearby came over curiously to inquire.
Although they were embarrassed to ask for details, fruit fishing itself has no technical content and the model is very easy to copy. It is estimated that there will be many peers here in a few days or in a week or two.
Fortunately, Jiang Zhihao was just using fruits to accumulate original capital, and had no intention of continuing in the long term, and it didn't matter whether others imitated him or not.
After tidying up the stall and preparing to go home, Tan Junda called.
The eldest young master seemed to be very excited, and he opened his mouth and said: "Brother Jiang, you are so awesome, you really got it right! Old Song is probably so scared that his legs are weak now, hahaha...
..."
Jiang Zhihao understood immediately upon hearing this. The memory about Song Kanglai's car accident must have come true.
According to Tan Junda, Song Kanglai should be fine. Jiang Zhihao was still very happy about this.
Saving a person's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Even if you don't know the person, it is still a good thing to save him.
"Brother Jiang, do you know how to read faces? Can you tell the story of your eighteenth generation of ancestors just by looking at you?" Tan Junda asked.
Jiang Zhihao couldn't laugh or cry when he asked, "What do you mean by just looking at you and knowing your eighteenth generation of ancestors?" It sounded like a curse.
"It's just based on intuition. It's no big deal. To put it bluntly, it's like a blind cat meets a dead mouse." Jiang Zhihao said humbly.
"Even if you are blind, you are awesome. I want to get a photo of you to carry with me. The effect of warding off evil spirits must be great!" Tan Junda said.
The more he said this, the more he said it, and Jiang Zhihao really didn't know how to answer it.
Tan Junda's excitement subsided and he said: "Mr. Song said that if he wants to invite us both to dinner, you must go!"
"Okay, no problem." Jiang Zhihao replied.
An opportunity like this to expand his network cannot be missed. At this stage, figures such as Tam Jun Tat and Song Kang Lai can give him a lot of help.
Tan Junda called mainly to "report the good news". Knowing that Jiang Zhihao was busy, he didn't say anything more.
I just hung up the phone here, and another call came in from the other side.
The number is unfamiliar, but the voice is familiar.