Infinite Cafetaria

Chapter 18 Organization

   At 22:35, the last croquette at the food stall was sold to a male programmer who was working overtime.

Perhaps because like attracts each other, Malu didn't even get up to say hello. When he saw Lao Wang's bald head, the man stopped unconsciously.

Most of the other food stalls around have closed their stalls, and even the old man from Henan left the show and went home half an hour ago.

Ma Lu yawned, and a feeling of fatigue suddenly swept over him.

Since the food stall is a partnership between two people, he is only responsible for receiving customers and does not cook, so he is not as tired as one person who takes care of everything.

　　But including going out for shopping, he had not slept for more than 24 hours. However, looking at the income on WeChat and Alipay, Ma Lu felt that all the hard work was worth it.

 Peeled away the 4 pieces of meatloaf that were used for tasting, the 4 pieces that he ate by himself when he was idle, and the 1 piece that the customer failed to catch and dropped on the ground.

On the first day of business, a total of 141 fried meat patties were sold. The price of a fried meat pie was 18 yuan, so today’s income was 2,538 yuan.

Subtract 629 for buying three rounds of installments in the early stage, 59.4 for the plastic bag that Duoduo ordered but has not yet been delivered, 115 for buying gas, 40 for the gas stove, 60 for the oil paper bag, 86 for buying vegetables and condiments, all at the two-yuan store After spending 30 yuan and 3 yuan from the print shop, the remaining net profit is 1515.6.

 For a pure novice, this result is undoubtedly very amazing, and Ma Lu feels that there is still a lot of room for improvement.

 When he went home, he took a detour to pick up more than 900 oil paper bags that he had photographed on Xianyu, then took a shower and slept until ten o'clock in the morning the next day.

Ma Lu opened the door and walked out of the bedroom. Lao Wang had already started to process the ingredients for today, and also sent the things that needed to be replenished to the traveler's bracelet with a small round wire.

Ma Lu glanced at it and said to Lao Wang, "An additional 100 copies will be added today. No, let's increase it to 150 copies, otherwise it won't sound good."

 Lao Wang didn’t ask why, nodded, and then updated the purchase order.

This time, it only took Malu half an hour to buy all the ingredients. While Lao Wang was mixing the meat filling, he also went to the printing shop downstairs to pick up the custom-made signature cloth.

Ma Lu originally wanted to call it "The No. 1 Fried Pork Pancake in the Universe", but considering that it would not be selling fried meat pancakes all the time and would definitely have other dishes in the future, it was changed to "The No. 1 Food Stall in the Universe".

 Also added four small words below—Limited time supply! !

Simple black text on a white background with no background image. It cost Ma Lu a total of 38 yuan. After that, he tore off the old ones and glued the new ones on.

After he finished all this, Lao Wang also prepared all the ingredients, and the two of them got on the three-wheeler and set off again, but this time the target was no longer Guojiazhuang.

Although the flow of people at the subway entrance is okay, especially during rush hours, it was a bit difficult to sell 150 copies yesterday. After doubling it today, even if there are some old customers returning to buy, there is a high probability that they will not be sold out. .

Furthermore, the passenger flow at the subway entrance changes too obviously with time. During busy times, it is extremely busy. After the peak period, it often takes a long time to sell one copy, which is a waste of time.

 I met those small vendors in an office building and woke up Malu.

People, after all, must be organized, and it is best to be able to operate on familiar territory.

So this time Malu took Lao Wang back to his alma mater.

 At the graduation ceremony, Chen Mengjie, a graduate representative from the Department of Economics and Management, once said

—Our alma mater has nurtured us today, and we will certainly nurture our alma mater in the future.

Ma Lu was convinced, and had already put Chen Mengjie's call into action. He found an open space outside the west gate and set up a stall.

The stable performance of the school canteen has created a thriving catering industry in the neighborhood. There are many restaurant stalls along the street.

As soon as Malu took up his position, someone came over, but they were not here to buy meat pies. Instead, they said to Malu and Lao Wang, "Go away, there is someone here."

 “Oh, then I’ll go to the other side of the road.”

 “There’s someone on the other side too.” The visitor stared. “I will give up my seat when the people arrive.”

Ma Lu recognized the man in front of him as the guy selling grilled squid at the school gate. Because of his outstanding taste and enthusiastic service, he was very popular among college students. He even attracted people from the school next door to come here to eat, and he was nicknamed Squidward.

And not only did he make money on his own, but he also brought many people from the same village to set up stalls in City B, which was reported by local radio stations.

However, since more people came to their village, there are fewer other vendors on this street, especially new vendors.

"I'm not bargaining with you." Squidward said impatiently, "Are you leaving or not?"

 After hearing this, several other fellow villagers nearby him who were not doing business stopped what they were doing and came over to this side.

Ma Lu was unfazed when he saw this, and even took out the folding stool and put one on the ground.

“You don’t think you are the only ones who have an organization, do you?”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a group of college students running out of the gate, still shouting, "President, where are you, president?"

One of the sharp eyes spotted Malu, so the group of people ran over again with a roar.

“President, why do you have time to go back to school today…”

“President, wuwuwu, those **** from the student union came to trouble us as soon as you left...”

“President, I feel ashamed of your trust. This year’s pretty girls have been robbed by the skateboard club and the photography club…”

“Okay, okay,” Malu interrupted everyone, “I have graduated, so don’t call me president anymore. Just call me senior.”

 Then he patted the shoulder of a girl in front of him who was wearing a baseball shirt and had her hair dyed maroon.

"You've done a great job, Shen Yue. Besides, don't think about picking up elementary school girls all day long. The Ancient Poetry Club should study more ancient poetry."

“Tch, when you took over this small society, didn’t you rely on socializing everywhere and crazy sponsorships to achieve today’s glory?”

Shen Yue said disapprovingly, "People outside call us the Friendship Club or Free Food Club. This is the foundation of our club."

As she spoke, she looked at Brother Squidward and said, "Hey, isn't this Brother Squidward? What were you talking about just now?"

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Squidward immediately put on a smile when facing the students. These are his parents who provide him with food and clothing.

And he has been setting up a stall at the entrance of Hangda University. Of course, he has also heard of the name of the Ancient Poetry and Literature Club, and knows that it is the largest club in Hangda University, with more than 500 people.

Hold activities every day, go out for dinners, and book all the restaurants. If he offends so many students, he will no longer be able to hang out near Hangzhou University.

Those who can bring their fellow villagers out to explore are not fools. Brother Squid soon realized that he had hit a brick wall, and he was unequivocal afterwards. He immediately surrendered and said to Malu, patting his chest.

“From now on, this will be your exclusive stall. When you’re not around, someone else should be there to help you get rid of it!”

 “That’s so embarrassing.”

"No, no, they are all Hangda's own people, so they should do it." Brother Squid said with a simple and honest smile on his face.

The new book is on the list. Please recommend me to collect it by monthly ticket. If there is a new book, I will have to wait until it is put on the shelves. I will try to make more hits this time~ Pen refills

 (End of this chapter)