"Tomorrow Wang Laosan and the others will set up a stall. My business is bound to decline. After school starts, I can only set up a stall on Saturdays and Sundays. It is difficult for me to provide enough funds for the fried stall business." Zhou Hai rubbed his forehead. , thinking about the next plan: "How to solve the various expenses of the college entrance examination and the high food expenses?"
Make money.
Must make money.
Otherwise, they will only starve to death.
"First of all, eat, you have to eat enough. With my photographic memory, my academic performance can be greatly improved. I have a 700 subsidy this semester. If I add the school scholarship, it may be an income. But I don't have enough time. The scholarship requires the college entrance examination. It will come later." Zhou Hai thought silently: "As a high school student, how should I obtain high legal income?"
High legal income.
It's very difficult, every turn is a trap, and high legal income means high-tech jobs, which are beyond the reach of a high school student.
However, Zhou Hai still has to find ways to make money.
The few savings the family had at the beginning were used to treat Zhou Pingyuan's illness and bury him. After more than a year of various expenses and consumption, Zhou Hai currently only has 4,000 yuan in savings.
There is a fee of about 1,000 yuan to start school, which is easy to solve, but the bulk of it is still the food fee.
It was impossible to eat in school. Zhou Hai's appetite was too big, and the food for one person was not even enough to fit between the teeth.
Not eating enough means not eating.
Zhou Hai vaguely felt that eating well was closely related to keeping his body healthy and having a photographic memory.
However, the price paid for eating more was something Zhou Hai could not bear.
A lunch costs five yuan. Based on the current number of meals for twenty adults, if you want to be full, this meal will cost up to 100 yuan.
The food expense of 100 a day was even more unbearable for Zhou Hai.
You must eat at home so that you can save as much as possible.
Method.
You have to think of a way to make money.
"I didn't expect that I was stumped by the simplest problem of eating. I have a headache." Zhou Hai sighed, not thinking of a solution yet.
If it doesn't work, the only option is to go to Lin Dong to borrow money.
In the days to come, be careful with your budget.
"Dong dong!" Suddenly, there was a knocking sound at the door of the house.
A loud voice came from the door: "Is anyone there?"
Zhou Hai frowned slightly when he heard the sound, feeling doubtful in his heart. He stood up and walked towards the door.
Who is it in the middle of the night?
It doesn't sound like Ge Haiping's voice.
When he opened the door, he saw three men wearing dark black down jackets standing together. Zhou Hai narrowed his eyes and looked at the three of them carefully.
One person wears glasses, has an ordinary face, has a mediocre temperament, and is a little sleepy.
The other person looked a little handsome, but he seemed impatient.
The leader of the men looked about 27 or 28 years old. He wore a red banner from the Chunyuan Road Subdistrict Office on his right arm. After seeing Zhou Hai, he said: "Hello, young man, I am from the Chunyuan Road Subdistrict Office."
"Hello, what's the matter?" Zhou Hai nodded and asked doubtfully.
The young man apologized first, and then said: "Sorry to bother you, Chengdu Tianyuan Food Company lost something recently. The Chengcheng News said that this thing is very dangerous. It is a radioactive material. Please try to stay here during this period." If you see something strange at home, call the police immediately.”
"Oh! Okay, I know, it's the food company on TV that uses radioactive substances to sterilize chicken feet." After hearing what the staff at the subdistrict office said, Zhou Hai understood instantly and immediately responded: "Thank you very much. "
In the past two days, the news that the cobalt-60 radioactive source has been lost has made the entire Chengdu panic-stricken.
The Chengdu Atomic Energy Research Institute and Tianyuan Food Company, as well as the provincial government, were almost driven crazy by this terrible thing.
Nuclear radiation.
This is the famous nuclear radiation, a terrifying existence that everyone talks about.
Even primary school students know what the word nuclear radiation symbolizes.
To be honest, Zhou Hai sighed a little. He did not expect that the three staff members from the Chunyuan Road Subdistrict Office in front of him would come to inform him overnight.
It was late at night, the wind was cold, and it was bitingly cold.
"It's okay, this is what we should do. I'm sorry to bother you, little brother." The head of the street office staff smiled. After the notification was in place, he said to the two colleagues next to him: "Let's go and notify you. One family.”
"excuse me."
The man wearing glasses and another man also apologized one after another.
Although the tone contained a lot of tiredness, it could be seen that the three of them had been running around for a long time.
"Brother Zhao, by the way, you haven't shown him the photo of the missing radioactive source yet." When leaving, the man wearing glasses whispered.
The head of the subdistrict office staff shook his head: "Everyone knows about it and must have seen the photos."
Zhou Hai thanked you again and said goodbye: "Thank you, goodbye."
"Okay, okay." The three said goodbye again.
People leave, leave.
The words fell and the door closed.
"Ding!" At this time, the rice cooker sounded a prompt.
Hearing this voice, Zhou Hai didn't think about anything else.
Because, the happiest moment of the day has arrived.
Have a meal.
Enjoy the feeling of physical contentment.
"Good night, Zhou Hai, tomorrow will be better."
Meimei enjoyed the dinner prepared at twelve o'clock in the morning. Zhou Hai washed up and prepared to rest. He lay on the bed and talked to himself. He felt the tiredness gradually coming out of his body and slowly fell asleep.
Make money.
Work hard to make money.
Then,
fly!
…
The next day.
The sky was clear, and the scorching sun, which had not been seen for a long time, suddenly burst out, spreading its bright and warm light across the entire city.
Chunyuan Road, fried stall area.
"Wang Laosan, why did you come to set up the stall early today? You didn't do anything yesterday, and Zhou Hai made at least more than a thousand." He Chun, the owner of the fruit shop, was holding a cup of soy milk and a fried dough stick in his right hand. While eating, he said to Wang Laosan, who was setting up a stall, said.
Wang Laosan, who has reached middle age, has a slightly fat body and a rich face. He is wearing an ordinary apron. While cleaning up the stall, he smiles at He Chun and says: "I had something to do yesterday and I was delayed. I can't make enough money. Zhou Hai should Just make money."
His wife He Chunlan, who was standing nearby arranging the frying pan and vegetables, immediately shouted to Wang Laosan: "You talk too much, and it's not because you drank too much yesterday. We made at least a thousand yuan less."
This fried stall area was established with the approval of Chunyuan Road Street Management and the Urban Management Bureau. It is a legal stall with a total of six stalls.
You only need to pay a certain amount of rent every year and obtain a qualification certificate to set up a stall.
As the only area selling fried food on the entire road, the six fried food stalls can earn an average of about 300 yuan a day, and the profits are even higher during holidays.
He Chunlan was a little angry when she thought about not setting up a stall on the second day of the first lunar month and allowing that little brat Zhou Hai to earn one or two thousand.
