The Strongest Man On Earth: Starting From Setting Up A Street Stall

"Haha, I set up a stall for two hours and earned thirty-five dollars."

Lao Wang gave a wry smile, and if he continues like this, he will have to find Lao Zhang's wife next door to help him.

"Ah this..."

Zhao Yan was speechless.

The two of them chatted like this, and half an hour passed quickly.

what's the situation? Why aren't there any guests?

Zhao Yan couldn't sit still and stretched his head to look left and right.

"Don't look at it. If you look at it again, no one will buy it!" Lao Wang sighed.

"Why? I'm so handsome, I shouldn't have no business." Zhao Yan took out his mobile phone and asked in confusion.

Isn’t it said that handsome people will be welcomed wherever they go?

Are all the men in this parallel world as handsome as Tomato readers? Then he really has no advantage.

"..."

Lao Wang was choked.

Has this kid been stimulated today? In the past, I didn't take the initiative to chat with him, and I felt depressed. Now, not only have I chatted with him for so long, but I am also so shameless?

"Why don't you count when there's no business? Did you forget what the fried rice tasted like yesterday?"

Having said this, Lao Wang was a little excited, and tears actually filled his eyes.

I remember that when this kid first came to set up a stall nearby, he had the idea of ​​​​being kind to others and increasing each other's performance.

Take the initiative to suggest that I eat your eggs and you eat my intestines.

As a result, he took over the egg fried rice made by this guy with great expectation.

One bite and I almost ranked among the immortals!

If it weren't for being rude, he would have puked on this kid's face! He was harmed without any grievance or enmity!

"..."

Zhao Yan looked embarrassed.

Previously, the original owner thought that his cooking skills were quite good, and he would also make some fried rice with eggs.

So I chose to set up a stall selling fried rice.

Unfortunately, in his eyes, the egg fried rice was okay, but for these picky diners, it was simply unpalatable.

If he hadn't encountered a bad-tempered tycoon, the original owner might have made a million dollars.

After paying the stall fee and not being able to find a taker, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue working. As a result, there were fewer and fewer customers.

Gradually, the guests who come to eat at the night market here all know about this rather strange stall.

It's really rare for someone to set up a stall with such confidence even though the fried food is so unpalatable.

Thanks to word of mouth, there are naturally no hungry diners who want to try it.

Just when Zhao Yan was about to use his god-level cooking skills to turn the situation around, a rough voice came.

"Boy, have you thought about it? Your stall has no business anyway. If you continue to work, you will lose money. If you transfer 500 yuan to me, you will make a profit."

Turning around, I saw that it was the bald man next door to Lao Wang. Judging from the ingredients in front of him, he was selling fried noodles.

"Haha, you want to eat shit." Zhao Yan mocked unceremoniously.

This stall cost 2,000 to rent. The strong man wanted to get it for 500. It was really fantastic.

You're still trying to make money with your blood, but you're just a liar.

Hearing this, the strong man's expression turned cold, and the flesh on his face trembled. "Hmph, boy, at your level of eating and vomiting yourself, if you continue to drive, you will only lose more. Young man, don't act out of emotion."

Originally, he was planning to get this stall and let his wife set up the stall.

This saves my wife from being home alone at night, which is an advantage for Mr. Wang next door.

As a result, when I was discussing it with my wife, this guy cut off his beard.

Fortunately, this guy is not good at it. Not only is his business not affected, it is actually better than before.

"It's superficial. I wasn't serious before. I was afraid that you would go bankrupt, you know?"

Zhao Yan sneered, he was very confident now.

He has god-level cooking skills, but his three-legged cat skills are not even worthy of carrying shoes.

Lao Wang next to him was full of surprise.

He wondered if this kid was stupid, otherwise why would he suddenly go crazy?

"Hahaha, you're going to fucking laugh me to death, please let me go bankrupt."

The strong man laughed exaggeratedly and decided not to argue with the lunatic.

Then he started soliciting customers, and he wanted to see who would go bankrupt first!

The nearby diners and vendors heard the conversation between the two, and they just smiled playfully and stopped paying attention.

...

China Overseas Building not far from the night market.

Cheng Zilan walked out of the office building with a tired look and a very depressed mood.

She is a behind-the-scenes staff member of a program group and was just scolded by the director today.

Standing on the roadside, looking up at the dark night sky.

The night sky in Shanghai is not full of stars like in my hometown.

She encouraged herself secretly.

"Cheng Zilan, come on!"

Although life now is far from ideal, this is life.

In order to survive in the big city of Magic City, in order to reassure my parents.

Even if you have a huge grievance, you have to swallow it yourself and face it with a smile.

There was a growling sound in her stomach. She had been busy with work recently and had been eating very irregularly.

"Let's have a good meal first."

Cheng Zilan packed up his mood, regained his energy, and walked towards the nearby night market.

Although I really want to have a big meal, my wallet doesn't allow it.

...

"Xiao Zhao, what are you doing?"

Lao Wang saw this kid tearing off the price list after losing his temper and asked in surprise.

"I thought about it seriously. The reason why there is no business may be because I sell it too cheap."

Zhao Yan looked serious and posted the newly prepared price list.

"..."

Lao Wang was stunned in place, even forgetting to smell his hands after clasping his feet.

He thought Zhao Yan was joking, but the boy's face was so determined.

He can't handle this.

"Okay. Lao Wang, watch and study hard, my business will explode soon!"

Zhao Yan clapped his hands and looked at the new price list, smiling with satisfaction.

The previous egg fried rice was not eaten by dogs, and even if it cost ten yuan a portion, no one would buy it.

The current egg fried rice is made with god-level cooking skills, so the price is reasonable.

Hearing this, Lao Wang looked suspicious. Is there any secret?

He quickly stood up and turned his eyes to the new price list.

"Fuck!"

The quintessence of Chinese culture blurted out, and Lao Wang pointed at the price list and was speechless.

"Xiao Zhao, did you make a mistake? You sell a portion of fried rice for 88?!"

"Yes, at this price, customers make a profit."

Zhao Yan nodded naturally, what a god-level cooking skill!

Who else is there in this world? !

Now you only need 88 to enjoy it, which is obviously a good profit.

Blood will earn your grandma a leg!

Crazy, completely crazy...

It seems that setting up a stall is still a high-risk profession.

Lao Wang sighed in his heart, looked at Zhao Yan with pity, and stopped talking.

At the same time, he quietly moved his buttocks, preparing to stay away from this kid.

Mental illness!

If he suddenly goes crazy and beats him up, who can he talk to to reason with him?

After Zhao Yan was ready, he skillfully lit the fire, poured the oil, and prepared to start the performance.

The rice grains wrapped in golden egg liquid tumble and jump quickly in the pot.

The aroma also spreads around.