A week passed quickly, and I arrived outside the coffee shop as promised. I recalled that girl for three seconds and walked in. I spent another penny and ordered a clay pot rice and a can of beer. Don't dare to order anything else. A pot of tea costs a penny. When the waitress saw me, she immediately blushed and came over hesitantly and a little shyly. It's a pity that I can no longer see her original white and rosy face. I can only see a patch of white fluorescence covering up the faint red. Poor quality cosmetics can kill people. I smiled and got straight to the point: "Sister, have you thought about it? Do you have a plan?" The waitress was a little excited and said to me in a stumbling voice: "I took a break and asked about it. The rent in the surrounding commercial plaza is about one month. Fifteen taels of silver, and the cost of various equipment and materials is about fifty taels of silver..." Then he looked at the piece of paper in his hand, and continued: "The rent must be paid for at least half a year, plus the government fees, the dessert shop will have to pay at least one It takes one hundred and fifty taels of silver to open it. If the business is good and you can sell a hundred desserts a day, the gross profit should be around five taels. This can make a lot of money. But if you can only sell half the portion, you will make a profit. It's much less, but it's still better than working. If you can only sell 30 copies, the gross profit per month is only forty or fifty taels. After excluding rent, water and electricity, you can still earn about 20 taels, which is still better than working. "More." I smiled, "So, can you come here alone?" The waitress was a little surprised: "You don't plan to work with me?" I smiled and nodded: "I will invest for you, and I will do it in the early stage." You can help for free. If we don’t have enough people, how about you ask a little sister to work with you?” The waitress scratched her head and said, “That should be possible. Then, how will you divide the money earned? What if there is no business? Don’t you want to pick me up?” I took out two 100-tael silver notes, folded them and placed them gently on the table. He said to her: "I use two hundred taels of silver as an investment. If you provide people, I will provide the money. You give yourself a salary, and if you hire people, you will also pay a normal salary. We will pay 40 to 60 cents for the money we earn. I'm four and you're six, how about it? If I lose money, it's all mine." The waitress was very happy. It's okay, it's okay, and she listens to the boss.
Before I knew it, another month had passed. During this period, I sold a lot of various kinds of meatballs. Word of mouth spread so fast that I had no time to make them, and my production capacity was seriously insufficient. The waitress's business was pretty good too. Not to mention making money, at least I had done something that was incomprehensible but worth bragging about for a few minutes. In short, the little life is getting more and more prosperous. There's no pressure on mortgages or anything like that.
That night, I went over to set up a stall as usual, and I didn't bother to compete with others for a good spot, and I didn't need to. Leave it wherever there is space. I finally managed to persuade a few people who wanted to increase the price to give priority to buying the meatballs that others had already ordered, but unexpectedly a group of people from the yamen arrived. Moreover, they are government servants wearing different clothes. The one who looks like armor is probably a police officer. The one who wears cloth robes of different colors cannot be distinguished. I just heard the police officer tell me that someone had reported that the things I was selling were adulterated, and that I would be summoned. Then I was invited to the Yamen with a confused look on my face, and the things on the stall were picked up by several other people wearing cloth robes. All taken away.
Fortunately, the people in the yamen were not as bad as they appeared on TV. They just recorded a confession and asked me not to leave the city until the test results came out. shall not continue to operate. Before I left, I asked weakly: "How long will it take for the test results to come out?" A young policeman was polite and replied: "If there is a problem, I will arrest you tomorrow. If there is no problem, it will take seven working days." I'll reply within a few seconds." I could only walk away dejectedly.
After returning home, I sat down at the dessert shop and ordered a cup of ice cream to cool down and clear my head. I thought that the people around me who could report me must have conflicts of interest. I'm usually extremely low-key. I'm afraid even the person I'm talking to doesn't know whether I'm a boy or a girl, and I've never had any conflicts with others. So, who is the person who has a conflict of interest with me?
I carefully recalled the shops and street stalls in the surrounding area. I was the only one selling prescriptions, and there was also one selling mangosteen and fat sea food. In fact, it had nothing to do with me. The rest were either clothes or socks, pots and pans, recycling mobile phones, etc. Yes, flowers are even less relevant. What about the store? pharmacy? Highly suspicious. There is also an adult products store, which is also suspected. No matter what, we can only wait for the test results. The landlady was very happy and even made me a fruit plate. I smiled and said, "Please entertain other customers. I'm so lucky to start a business with you."
While I couldn't set up a stall, I dug out a lot of medicinal materials the next day and dried them in the sun. Due to the serious lack of production capacity, I can only watch helplessly as I cannot get the money. Sometimes I want to become a profiteer, buying some substandard medicinal materials, drying them, or directly dispensing them. But thinking about it, I still can’t do this. Although my desire for money has eaten away at me bit by bit, after all, conscience is a part of human beings. Without conscience, humans are comparable to wild animals.
The day passed like this, and I didn't pay much attention. If that doesn't work, just find another place to sell meatballs, or even sell them online. Or focus on selling computer accessories or desserts. Listening to music, going to the gym, and training with heavy weights are also very pleasant. Looking at those books again, I felt a little complicated. Thinking back to Xingye's "Kung Fu", who could be the one who maintains world peace? It could be the Twelve Tan Kicks of Shaolin, it could be the Iron Fist of the Hong Family, it could be the Wulang Bagua Stick, it could be Yang Guo and the Little Dragon Girl, it could be two blind men, it could be the Fire Cloud Evil God, it could even be the group of people dancing, but How could it be that one!
