An arrow pierces the clouds, and thousands of troops come to meet you.
After the call from the mounted police, a team of motorcycle police cars soon appeared on the side of the highway.
Looking at the convoy that kept gathering, Deng Xi's face was full of envy. He turned back to look at his father: "Dad, can you replace our broken four-ring car with a motorcycle?"
"Brother Xu," after hearing his son's complaint, Deng Zhuo turned around and looked at Xu Chongzhi who was loading the lunch box into the insulator, "I heard that Ducati is dying. You spend a little money, and I will buy a motorcycle later."
I will give you a discount when you use the car..."
What a beautiful thought!
Xu Chongsheng looked back at Zhou Yan, who was wearing a white apron and a chef's hat: "Mr. Deng, Qingyan will not be able to recoup its investment in the first few years. The acquisition of Ducati still has to be done by you, Xinghan...
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"That's true..." Deng Zhuo nodded, "But our positioning at Xinghan is electronics, which is not compatible with motorcycles..."
"You two, don't even think about it." Zheng Yun, who is also a "little worker", smiled and shook his head, "We, Mr. Zhou, are not very interested in motorcycles. Otherwise, when we acquired Spyker, Du would have been taken away.
Kadi got it..."
"Ducati?" Qin Ruoshu, who was passing by, suddenly remembered her boyfriend's evaluation of this brand during the Spring Festival one year, "It's a motorcycle only suitable for riding in winter..."
Even though Deng Zhuo and Zheng Yun are already experienced drivers, they still feel a little blushing after hearing Zhou Yan's very meaningful comments...
Before the fast food was packaged, the drivers who were stuck on the nearby highway were a little confused. But when they saw the traffic police carrying boxes of lunches scattered in all directions, some drivers finally realized: three meals may be available!
As the two youngest members of the takeaway army, Deng Xi and Zheng Wenrui were unable to ride electric bicycles, so they could only wear helmets with "takeaway" printed on them and sit upside down in the back seat of a police car.
"Handsome guy, what's your takeaway like?"
Deng Xi was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the price list printed on the insulator: "Lunch box, simple set meal with one meat and one vegetarian dish for 10 yuan, ordinary set meal with two meat dishes and one vegetarian dish for 15 yuan, deluxe set meal with two meat dishes and one vegetarian dish for 10 yuan
Twenty for a piece of braised pork."
"Can I take a look?"
"Well, this is the simple package..."
"Bring me two simple set meals..."
With the first user, there will soon be a second one.
"Bring me three deluxe meals!"
Deng Xi happily took the hundred-dollar bill, illuminated it with an ultraviolet lamp, then took out four "Great Unity" notes from his breast pocket and handed them over.
"Hey, handsome boy, your lunch boxes are of good quality!"
"It's not bad!" Deng Xi smiled honestly, "The chef used to cook private dishes..."
In the other direction, the young masters of Yang Yuning's family, Yang Feng, Yang Lin, Xu Chongsheng's son Xu Zhishan, and Qin Ruoshu's classmates, moved much more smoothly than Deng Xi and Zheng Wenrui. The eight people were divided into two groups, and each group only sold
A set meal.
At the end of the sale, basically only the luxury package is left in the insulated box. If you don’t buy it, you will be hungry.
When the delivery guys return to the food truck camp, the second wave of fast food is ready...
By about three o'clock in the afternoon, Zhou Yan's takeout had spread to places 20 kilometers above and below the food truck camp. Thirty kilometers of the market were opened by police cars.
After the lunch was sold out, a group of people got together and calculated the profits: in more than three hours, a group of people sold nearly 10,000 box lunches.
Originally, Zhou Yan's plan was for 3,000 servings, so after selling for more than an hour, the ingredients were no longer enough.
The next ingredients, rice noodles and lunch boxes were all temporarily prepared by Zheng Yun from Anxin Mall after contacting Chu Wenshan.
"How about we sell it for a few more days!"
A group of people sell box lunches. The cost is relatively high due to the materials used, but they can still make half and half. Ten thousand box lunches, a net profit of 100,000.
"If you want to sell it, sell it yourself!" Zhou Yan glared at Zheng Yun, who had gleaming eyes, "Anyway, I won't be punished the day after tomorrow!"
"Well..." Yang Li raised her hand with a smile and glanced at Deng Xi and Zheng Wenrui who were chatting with the traffic police on the roadside. "While there is still some time before dinner, I suggest recycling the lunch boxes..."
"Ah, no!"
"I'm partnering with Deng Xi!" The princess of Yang Yuning's family raised her hand with a smile.
"I'm in a group with Zheng Wenrui..." Zhou Yan's roommate Li Xiaonan finally reached out to Zheng Wenrui...
The cunning Zhou Yan and his parents avoided recycling garbage in the name of preparing dinner.
The configuration of dinner is similar to that of lunch, except that the portion is slightly smaller, replaced by a portion of porridge or soup...
At lunch, someone had already reserved dinner in advance, so the delivery work for dinner was much easier than for lunch. Dinner was already over in just over an hour.
The rest of the time is naturally spent "recycling lunch boxes"...
When a group of young and old students returned to the camp, they found that their parents and friends had already set up tents.
"The conditions are difficult, so just make do with it at night!"
"Is this okay?" Li Xiaonan looked at the tent surrounded by the motorcade with interest, "This is obviously a tourist trip..."
Of course, for most people, this activity may be a trip, but for someone like Zhou, it may not be...
While everyone was busy choosing tents, the hard-working Zhou Yan had to guard a stainless steel basin with a diameter of one and a half meters to prepare the fermented dough needed for the next day.
"Xixi, you must study hard. If you don't get into college, I will tell your master and let you learn to be a chef from him!"
Deng Xi, who has entered adolescence, is a little rebellious: "Isn't the chef pretty good? If Master Zhou didn't have such cooking skills, would he be able to catch up with Sister Qin?"
Yang Li's face turned dark...
But Deng Xi didn't realize that he had offended his mother at all, and continued to retort: "Didn't my dad often say that if you want to capture a woman's heart, you must first capture her stomach?"
"sleep!"
The next day, a group of people's takeout business continued.
However, after lunch, Zhou Yan asked Chu Wenshan to transfer a batch of mineral water, instant noodles and self-heating food from the warehousing system of Anxin Mall.
At around three o'clock in the afternoon, the heat of the sun had begun to dissipate. A group of people who had already cleaned up the garbage on site handed over the two field cooking trucks to the canteen staff of Qingyan Group.
After the handover, Zhou Yan gathered the small team together and distributed money.
Because the "activity" was of a fun nature, the sinister "Zhou Yan" gave each of the students, both primary and secondary, who came to help, two rolls of cash.
"Don't be embarrassed, we organizers get the big bucks!"
Qin Ruoshu saw that her classmates were all refusing to give up, and her head was a bit big: "Before the summer vacation, you said you would let me make you rich, but you are embarrassed when you actually see the money?"
Qin Ruoshu's classmate accepted the errand fee.
"Xiao Feng, Xiao Lin, you deserve this..."
Xu Zhishan, who is about the same age as Yang Feng and Yang Lin in the delivery team, already knows that soft sister coins are a good thing. Although he did not reach out, he stared at his father eagerly.
"Look at what I'm doing. Just treat it as the new year's money your Uncle Zhou gave you. Don't spend it randomly..."
When it was Deng Xi and Zheng Wenrui's turn, the two young ladies would naturally not be polite to Zhou Yan. They would stuff their borrowed money into their bags...
However, these two people seem to have forgotten one thing: I am in charge of the family's finances...
"Xi Xi..."
Hearing the familiar, smiling voice, Deng Xi withdrew his hand that was about to stuff it into his schoolbag and obediently put the money in Yang Li's hand...
"I'll keep it for you first!"
"What does your expression mean? Don't forget that in the future, when you go to college and buy a house, your dad and I will have to add money..."