It was just before noon, and only five of the carts that were originally loaded with fruit baskets were sold.
This not only exceeded Li Mo's expectations, but also made Zhao Yufeng so excited that he almost flew into the air.
One hundred and ninety-five fruit baskets, in half a day, a total of 9,750 yuan was earned.
After deducting the cost of 30 yuan per fruit basket, the net profit is 3,900 yuan!
Zhao Yufeng was calculating silently in his mind, feeling that his brain was not enough.
Three thousand nineteen is definitely an astronomical sum of money to him.
He remembered that her mother was still at home two days ago and happily mentioned that her salary had been increased by 20 this month, to 2,350.
But Li Mo earned almost two months' salary of his mother in one morning!
This is amazing!
Looking at the bulging pocket on Li Mo's thigh, Zhao Yufeng swallowed while wiping his sweat.
No wonder Brother Mo would give up his pursuit of Zhong Yingxuan so decisively.
Co-authored, this is a new goal in life!
Thirty-nine hundred yuan, if you use this to buy stinky tofu, you won’t be able to eat it for a year?
Li Mo patted the bulging pockets of his jeans and was very satisfied with today's results.
He originally thought it would take him a day to sell out the two hundred fruit baskets, but he didn't expect that they would be almost sold out in half a day.
Although it was a bit dry standing in the bright sun, the results are indeed gratifying.
In his previous life, he was driving screws and worked so hard that he could only earn seven or eight thousand a month.
But now I have made 3,900 yuan in just one morning, which is already very good.
You know, in 2004, money was still very valuable.
Now he really regrets that he took less goods. He wish he had known that he should have taken four hundred fruit baskets.
"Brother Mo, after making so much money, you have to treat me to something good for lunch, right?"
Zhao Yufeng came over and swallowed hard.
Li Mo wiped his nose with his thumb and snorted:
"Look at your potential."
After saying that, he took out the money in his pocket, counted out two thousand yuan and handed it over.
"Now, even though you didn't even fart today, you are still a hero. Each of us brothers earned half the money."
"You have to save some money for me! Don't hit Ke Wenqian all at once."
At this point, Li Mo was still worried and withdrew his hand again, only taking out 500 yuan and giving it to Zhao Yufeng.
"Forget it, I'll give you five hundred first, and I'll save the rest for you."
"I'll give it to you before I go to college."
When Zhao Yufeng saw this, he was not angry at all. Instead, he turned from excited to surprised and grateful.
He really didn't expect that Brother Mo would give him half of the money.
This is two thousand yuan! It’s equal to his mother’s monthly salary.
This call of Brother Mo is really not in vain!
"Thank you, foster father!"
Zhao Yufeng took the money and leaned over pretendingly.
"The adopted son will be fine."
Li Mo raised his foot and gave it a weak kick, then pointed at the five fruit baskets left in the cart and said:
"When these are sold out, my adoptive father will take you to McDonald's to show off a good meal at noon."
"Yeah."
Zhao Yufeng stuffed the money into his pocket and approached with a stern look:
"Brother Mo, what about this afternoon? Are you taking me to wash my feet?"
"What kind of emperor suit are you talking about..."
"piss off!"
"How much money do you make? You just want to be an emperor. I will try to impress you!"
Li Mo glared.
If it weren't for the fact that the hair on this kid's head was as hard as porcupine quills, he would have really wanted to breathe twice.
He could see that this kid couldn't keep money in his hands, and he would definitely be a frequent guest on the third floor of the hotel in the future.
Zhao Yufeng wanted to say something back, but at this time another bus stopped.
Upon seeing this, Li Mo quickly asked Zhao Yufeng to get ready to receive the guests.
But the next second, he yelled again:
"Madman, hurry up! Get in the car!"
Behind the crowd, Li Mo clearly saw several uniforms wearing hats.
"ah?"
"What the hell are you! Get in the car quickly! The city management is here!"
"Oh! Okay!"
Zhao Yufeng realized later and did not dare to take a closer look. He grabbed the side rail and jumped into the car.
Li Mo stood up and kicked his feet into the air, and the strong inertia almost threw Zhao Yufeng down again.
Behind him, intermittent roars did come from behind.
Ten minutes later, Li Mo pedaled the car into an alley, feeling more tired than the ox pulling the plow.
"Damn it, can you give me less food in the future? Your father is exhausted!"
After confirming that there were no more 'chasing soldiers', Li Mo cursed and sat down by the wall.
Zhao Yufeng was also a little embarrassed and smiled sheepishly:
"Brother Mo, you are so explosive. I'd rather treat you to McDonald's for lunch."
"You have to ask me!"
Li Mo raised his hand to wipe the sweat. His whole body was as wet as if he had taken a bath, and his eyes were on fire:
"Those profiteers are playing tricks on me!"
Zhao Yufeng also sat down next to Li Mo against the wall, not knowing why:
"What do you mean, Brother Mo."
"Think about it, if the urban management officer doesn't eat at noon, why would he go to the hospital?"
"Besides, the Central Hospital is not a major traffic artery in the main city, so there are no urban management patrols."
"It's just the group of profiteers who opened the fruit shop in front of the hospital who called us!"
After hearing this, Zhao Yufeng nodded with deep approval and said in admiration:
"Brother Mo, your analysis really makes sense!"
"Listening to what you said, the more I think about it, the more this is true!"
Although Zhao Yufeng was scared, he was reluctant to give up such a good way to make money, so he asked again:
"Then what are we doing tomorrow?"
"Then what the hell."
Li Mo cursed and shook his head:
"I'm not the only smart person, so why can't I see anyone else selling fruit at the stall?"
"It's not just because those profiteers united to resist outsiders from invading and stealing their business."
"Today I'm just testing the waters. It just so happens that you are injured again and can tell stories in a miserable way. It's the right time and the right place."
"But you will definitely not be able to go there again tomorrow. There will definitely be someone guarding the place."
Zhao Yufeng nodded silently, feeling more and more that Brother Mo was really not simple.
He thought that he was not a fool, but when he was with Li Mo, he would always have the illusion that he didn't have a full head.
"Brother Mo, where should we sell it tomorrow? I listen to you."
"We won't go out to the stall tomorrow. Let's wait for two days before talking about it."
Li Mo said casually, feeling a little irritated.
Fruit can only be sold in places like hospitals to make a lot of money.
Going to other places to sell the meager profits is no different from working part-time, they are just earning hard money.
This is definitely not what he wants.
Originally, he expected to be able to sell it for at least a few more days, but he didn't expect those fruit shops to be so ruthless.
In fact, that's right. Cutting off someone's wealth is like killing one's parents.
If someone buys a fruit basket from him, they will definitely not buy it from those fruit shops again.
Although he was just picking food between his teeth, he would never allow it if it were him.
Who would think that money is too much?
Li Mo took out a cigarette and lit it. His mood gradually calmed down and he began to think about what to do next.
If you want to make a lot of money, you must first find the target audience.
Regarding this point, Li Mo's brain is clear.
Earn money from men who love face.
Earn money from women who love beauty and vanity.
Earn money for children's growth.
Earn money that patients fear to die for.
Earn money that the old man hopes will lead to a long life.
But although his thinking is clear, any one of these requires large sums of money to support, which is something he simply cannot do at the moment.
Moreover, it is too honest to do these things. As long as you have money, you can do it even if you are not reborn.
This will make Li Mo feel more and more like he is a fake person.
Therefore, he still needs to bring his money-making ideas to the advantage of his own rebirth.
But after all, it is a memory from twenty years ago, so it is not so easy to recall it again.
This is also the thing that annoys him the most right now.
'Damn it, if you really can't do it, you should go back and kneel down and beg the old couple to sell their house and shoe factory and just buy Bitcoin! '
