The stall owner took the money and hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd.
"What are you looking at? Get out of here, leave, leave..."
Sun Dapaozi yelled another curse at the crowd. The onlookers were all students. They were most afraid of this kind of gangster, so they all ran away.
The crowd dispersed. As soon as Shen Dapeng untied the ropes from Li Zeyu and Mu Xiaofeng, Li Zeyu hugged Shen Dapeng and cried loudly: "Brother Peng, thanks to you, I will never eat Bawang Meal again. This is fatal."
ah……"
Cao Mengyuan secretly looked at Sun Dapaozi, a little scared in her heart, but she saw that Sun Dapaozi seemed to have become Shen Dapeng's follower, and kept shouting "Brother Peng". She felt very strange, and was hesitant to ask, but
He was pulled away by Lin Xiaoxiao on the side and reminded in a low voice: "A bunch of gangsters, stay away from them."
"Big Head, if you want to thank Sun Dapaozi for what happened today, he was the one who helped you out of trouble just now."
As soon as Shen Dapeng finished speaking, before Li Zeyu and Mu Xiaofeng could express their thanks, Sun Dapaozi had already stepped forward and patted Li Zeyu on the shoulder, "We are all brothers. If you say thank you, then you are a heretic."
"Ahem..."
Li Zeyu coughed frequently nervously and almost choked to death on his saliva. He couldn't understand why Sun Dapaozi was so polite all of a sudden.
"Sun Dapaozi, what are you doing here?"
Shen Dapeng pulled Sun Dapaozi aside.
"Brother Peng, didn't you ask me to inquire about Zhu Shenbing? I'm here to report the situation to you."
Sun Dapaozi was all smiles: "Zhu Shenbing is holding a reunion banquet this Sunday. The invitations are all well-known eldest brothers in the society. I heard that it seems to be his cousin, the son of his patrol captain's uncle, Zhu Shenyou.
, I have just returned from studying abroad, and I want to show off my talents in the county and set up some kind of company, so I invite everyone to dinner."
Shen Dapeng originally didn't expect that Sun Dapaozi would play any role, but he didn't expect that it would actually bring opportunities, so he nodded: "Okay, let's go together this time..."
After Sun Dabaozi left, Shen Dapeng, Li Zeyu, and Mu Xiaofeng returned to the class without saying a word. As soon as they opened the door, they saw the head teacher Li Minghui standing on the podium, looking at them with a pale face.
"Brother, take care."
Shen Dapeng patted Li Zeyu on the shoulder, shook his head and returned to his seat.
Li Zeyu and Mu Xiaofeng looked at each other without saying anything, and tiptoed towards their seats.
"Hmph! Do you still have the nerve to go back to class?"
Li Minghui threw the book in his hand on the lecture table and pointed the pointer in his hand at the two of them: "I heard that you two are so promising that you don't even have to pay for meals? You were even tied to the school gate and given a big meal.
Are you making trouble? Do you know how much disgrace it brings to the school? Ah?"
Li Zeyu and Mu Xiaofeng knew they were wrong and did not dare to speak. They just lowered their heads.
"Looking at how bad you two are, you still have the guts to eat the King's meal? I don't even bother to tell you..."
Li Minghui glared at the two of them and slapped the podium: "Both of you, each of you will write me a 2,000-word self-criticism and hand it over to me tomorrow morning. Not even one word will be missing. Do you hear me?"
"ah??"
The two of them suddenly looked like they were dying. In normal exams, for an 800-word essay, you have to copy a paragraph from reading comprehension to get enough words. How do you write a 2,000-word review?
"Ah what? If you don't want to write, go back and call your parents..."
"Write, write... I must write well."
As soon as they heard that their parents would be called, the two of them nodded quickly and returned to their seats in despair.
Seeing Li Zeyu listless, Shen Dapeng also blamed himself. In fact, the last time he was coaxed and deceived into eating the King's meal, he should have reminded this boy that this was not a good thing. But back then, he was just reminiscing about his youth and forgot about it.
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However, isn’t this an unforgettable youth?
Shen Dapeng was lamenting his youth here, but his aunt had already arrived in the city, walked around several communities for a while, and actually saw the bottled water advertisement mentioned by Shen Dapeng.
According to the address, I found a water station that delivers water. After standing outside for a while, my aunt saw water trucks coming one after another. Some were ordinary tricycles, and some were riding bicycles, carrying three or four buckets and setting off.
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"Hey, hey, be careful..."
Liu Fengxia saw a man delivering water on a motorcycle. As soon as he put two buckets of water on it, the motorcycle was already about to tip over. She shouted a warning and trotted over to help support the motorcycle.
"Hey, thank you!"
The person delivering water on a motorcycle was a man in his fifties, wearing shorts and a vest. His body was tanned, his forehead was still covered with sweat, and his big hands still had some calluses.
"Brother, how much money can you make if you work so hard to deliver water on a motorcycle?"
Liu Fengxia asked tentatively.
"Of course I can't make much from this. I deliver about twenty buckets a day and earn twenty or thirty yuan. It's a manual job anyway, so I make money with my strength."
The man parked the motorcycle and rearranged the bottled water on it.
"How about eight or nine hundred yuan a month?"
Liu Fengxia sighed in her heart. She used to look down on people who did hard physical work, but she didn't expect them to earn so much. "How many barrels can this water station deliver in a day?"
"That's not accurate. On average, there are more than a hundred barrels a day?"
The man responded casually and hurried back to the water station to continue carrying water. After all, for them, time is money.
This seemingly easy answer surprised Liu Fengxia. According to the price of a barrel of 12 yuan at this water station, it can be sold for more than 1,000 yuan a day. However, she does not know how much profit there is.
Liu Fengxia secretly wrote down the phone number of the manufacturer on the bucket, found a phone booth and dialed, "Hello, hello, is this the manufacturer of bottled water? I'm from the county below Jinghu City, and I want to be your agent...
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After some inquiries, I learned that the wholesale price of bottled water is six yuan, and the recommended retail price is ten yuan. The factory is currently holding an event where you can buy ten barrels and get one free, and buy twenty barrels and get a water dispenser.
The gifts can be given directly to customers as a promotional policy, or you can keep them and sell them separately.
Liu Fengxia roughly calculated in her mind that after excluding the freight from the city to the county, there would still be a profit of about three yuan per barrel. After excluding the cost of delivering water, there would still be two yuan of profit. If she could sell a hundred barrels a day,
That's a profit of two hundred yuan. If we can sell a few more water dispensers, we can make even more.
After she figured it out, she was astonished. She couldn't believe it. She used to work in a cannery and only earned more than 500 yuan a month. A small water station could earn her thirty days in three days.