Resource Tycoon Reborn

Chapter 110: The Canteen that Makes Money

I have something to go out today. Now that I am outside, the computer and the Internet are not very smooth, that's all. I will make up the difference tomorrow.

The reason why Fang Mingyuan had such a reaction largely showed that he was not familiar with this classmate Chai Jingyu. Zhao Ya and the others had no obvious reaction at all to Chai Jingyu's shocking words, but instead stood by and watched with smiles.

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Chai Jingyu, although her parents were all members of the officialdom, she grew up in her grandma's house. Her aunts and uncles were all members of the army, so this one, when she was fine, looked like a normal person.

She is a lady, but once she is offended, her ladylike appearance will be thrown away. For example, now, with her left hand on her hips and her right hand nodding at Mei Yuanwu, she has a bit more of a "queen" demeanor.

Mei Yuanwu was obviously used to this scene. He had no special reaction to Chai Jingyu's words. Instead, he smiled and said: "I think my mother will be happy to receive her future daughter-in-law. And I miss you."

Mom won't pay too much attention to your so-called teasing remarks. The story of the boy who cried wolf will be meaningless if you tell it too much." The Lu brothers also stood beside Mei Yuanwu with smiles, as if they did not let go of Chai Jingyu's threat at all.

What it looks like in my heart.

"Mingyuan, don't you know? Jingyu's family seems to be very familiar with Mei's family. Jingyu's grandfather and Mei Yuanwu's grandfather seem to have had such a baby kiss agreement, so..." Zhao Ya said

Fang Mingyuan whispered in his ear. Fang Mingyuan suddenly realized that these two were also victims of the baby's marriage. However, this is not surprising. The older generation still values ​​this well-matched pair quite highly. With the background of the Mei family and the Chai family,

It does match.

Chai Jingyu's face turned red with anger, and she was obviously helpless about Mei Yuanwu's answer.

"Okay, okay, regarding the solution to this problem, you two can solve it in private. The time at noon is limited, and we are all good students who don't be late and leave early. So we should solve the lunch problem as soon as possible. Let's talk about it

Are you planning to settle the matter in the cafeteria?" Fang Mingyuan quickly smoothed things over.

"Fang Mingyuan, please don't disgust us here!" Chai Jingyu said as if he was vomiting, "I originally thought the food in No. 2 Middle School was bad enough, but when I came here, it was even worse than the food in No. 2 Middle School.

Secondary!" Fang Mingyuan doesn't know how the food in No. 2 Middle School is, but even though Longtan Middle School is a key high school in the district, its cafeteria is no different from the cafeteria of the third-rate school Fang Mingyuan attended in his previous life. The quality is low, the quantity is small, and the price is low.

It was so high that it was like three huge mountains that pressed down on these students.

Fang Mingyuan once heard from his classmates that a mouse entered the high school classroom and frightened the students in the class. All the male students in the class joined forces and finally captured it alive.

Then, in order to punish others and vent their anger for the frightened female students in the class, the class began to discuss the method of its death.

The squad leader said: "Feed it with soybeans, soak it in water, and swell it to death."

The study committee member said: "No, burn him with fire, flood him with water, and then inflict the ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty."

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In the end, a female classmate in the class gave the most amazing answer - "It's not good at all. Let it eat food from the cafeteria. It will be disgusting to death."

It can be imagined from this that students have reached the point where they hate the food in the school cafeteria.

"Master Fang, since I started school, I have transferred to seven or eight schools. I have concluded a rule when eating in the cafeteria. Whether it is economical fast food, soup pots, or special stir-fries, wires, hairs, flies, stones, centipedes or other things will appear randomly.

The possibility of losing your appetite, the random rate is unpredictable." Mei Yuanwu also showed a look of being deeply affected by it, pointed at the Lu brothers and said, "So, I would rather bring food than anything else.

Eat in the canteen, unless you go to the faculty canteen, then you can still consider it. The two of them are even more amazing. They once wrote in the guestbook of the faculty canteen, "I want to know whether the staff in the canteen are the cooks."

Still a breeder!'"

Everyone burst into laughter.

"Forget it if Mr. Fang is not Mr. Fang. You can just call me Mingyuan. Of course, don't expect me to call you Brother Mei. I will call you Yuanwu." Fang Mingyuan then noticed that Mei Yuanwu was talking to me.

He quickly smiled and said. He was not arrogant enough to let the third generation of Red call him that. That would make him enemies. After these days, through Su Huandong, Fang Mingyuan also had a certain understanding of Mei Yuanwu's family background.

And no matter what, Mei Yuanwu had always shown great kindness to him, and he wanted to reciprocate the kindness. But for him to call a kid in the third grade of junior high school his brother, that was something he couldn't accept.

Mei Yuanwu was overjoyed. On the one hand, by doing this, Fang Mingyuan had shown his friendly attitude towards him. On the other hand, as a third-generation red man, if no one knew his identity, then that would be fine.

In front of insiders, he would naturally not want to weaken his reputation and call him "Master Fang", which can be said to be his limit.

As a result, the relationship between everyone seemed a little closer.

As a group of people walked out, Fang Mingyuan said casually: "This is not surprising. The cafeteria also has to make money, but they are a little too greedy. And have you ever thought about it, the faculty and staff have food subsidies, and it's Xiaozao. This area

If the extra expenses are not earned from us students, where will they be earned? Don't underestimate this school cafeteria. If it is done well, even if you are not greedy, you will not have a problem making tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands a year."

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"Tens of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands?" Mei Yuanwu, Chai Jingyu and the Lu brothers exclaimed in unison, attracting the attention of many people in the school. In 1990, China's annual income was tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.

It was still a quite astonishing amount. Moreover, in their opinion, how could such a small canteen have such an astonishing profit!

The four of them completely ignored the surprised looks of others. Mei Yuanwu grabbed Fang Mingyuan's arm with excitement in his eyes.

"Say it on the road, say it on the road, this is not the place to talk." Fang Mingyuan quickly covered Mei Yuanwu's mouth and said. These people are making too much fuss!

As soon as he left the school gate, Mei Yuanwu couldn't wait to say: "Mingyuan, you have to tell us, how can a small school cafeteria have such high profits?"

"Is it high?" Fang Mingyuan said with a bit of surprise, "In a canteen, there are a dozen or so workers. At such a scale, you can only make tens of thousands of yuan a year, not much." But he remembered,

In the previous life, those who contracted schools, hospitals, and factory canteens could still make a lot of profits after paying the annual contracting fee, the dedication of the school leaders, and the dining expenses of the school staff. For example, the Beijing Military Region General Hospital

, his uncle had lived there in a previous life, and the canteen contractor there even made more than a million yuan in profits a year.

"High!" Mei Yuanwu said categorically. His annual pocket money is only one to two thousand yuan, and the average is only more than one hundred yuan a month. Although it is quite high among his peers, he does not think it is too high.

I have plenty of pocket money.

"High!" Chai Jingyu nodded affirmatively. Her brother-in-law opened a company with more than a hundred employees. Although he had the Chai family's network, the annual profit was only a few million yuan, and he was still running around all day long.