Chapter 970

"Let me tell you, if it weren't for Teacher Ge, I definitely wouldn't sell it to you at this price. It's all for the sake of Teacher Ge, you know?"

A man in his fifties with white hair patted the tricycle, his face showing that you had gotten a great deal.

Wang Yan nodded with a smile and nimbly pulled three hundred yuan from his pocket: "Teacher Ge said before he came that you are a true friend of his and would definitely take care of me. Now that I see it, it's really true. Thank you so much."

"Well, look, we've been old friends for so many years. Alright, you go ahead and ride it away. Teacher Ge, let's have a meal when you have time."

"That's fine. Night Tokyo opens in half a month, I'll invite you to eat there." Teacher Ge agreed, and very consciously grabbed a piece of cardboard to cushion his seat in the tricycle's cargo bed.

This was a standard tricycle, not a 'reverse-riding donkey' with two wheels in front and one in the back. Come to think of it, this was Wang Yan's first time riding this thing; if he were carrying a young lady, that would be one thing, but it was a nagging old guy.

Teacher Ge said: "How about it? I didn't lie to you, did I? He and I have been old friends for decades."

"Many thanks to Teacher Ge for the help. Once Jinbao's mom finishes skewering the lamb, you should eat plenty to reward yourself."

"Do you think I'm doing this just to eat your lamb skewers? How old am I? Can I digest it if I eat too many lamb skewers? I think you're returning evil for good."

"Then you're not eating?"

"Oh my, I'm telling you, Little Northeast, why doesn't your brain turn? If I eat too much and can't digest it, I'll just eat a little less. If you really grill them well, then I'll reluctantly eat a few more and give you some good feedback."

"Let's get this straight: if you feel uncomfortable tomorrow from eating too much, don't say I made you uncomfortable on purpose."

"Impossible, do you really think I'm a senile old fool?" Teacher Ge expressed strong dissatisfaction, then realized the route was wrong and hurriedly patted Wang Yan's back: "Where are you riding to? You went the wrong way."

"Oh my, I'm telling you, Teacher Ge, why doesn't your brain turn? I'm going to set up a stall to sell barbecue, don't I need to buy meat and seasonings? If I don't grill lamb skewers, am I going to grill the tricycle?"

"Why does what you're saying sound so familiar?"

"Look, you still won't admit it. Are you senile? Did you forget what you just said?"

"You're the senile one. I just didn't think of it for a moment. Don't say it, you're actually quite good at imitating."

Wang Yan laughed out loud, pedaling the tricycle to take the old guy along to buy lamb, onions, and other seasonings. It wasn't that he intentionally brought Teacher Ge along, it was just on the way and more convenient, at least there was someone to help carry things.

It wasn't just meat, vegetables, and seasonings; there were also foam boxes for freshness, small brushes, small bowls and plates, a medicine grinder, a grill, bamboo skewers, and the like—he got a whole pile of stuff. The items weren't easy to find, and he had to make some serious inquiries. Especially the grill; he wanted a long one, so it had to be custom-made. But fortunately, it wasn't anything too difficult; pay a bit more, and it would be ready by the afternoon.

Helping to carry the seasonings, Teacher Ge asked curiously: "What are you buying medicinal herbs for?"

"To make seasoning. What's strange about that? Aren't star anise, cinnamon, and the like all Chinese medicinal herbs? Let me tell you, Teacher Ge, this seasoning of mine is an ancestral recipe. I guarantee you'll want a second skewer after the first, and a tenth after the second."

"I know this part. Next, is it going to be 'why is the color of your meat wrong?' Then you'll say you use top-quality meat and top-quality condiments."

Wang Yan laughed: "Teacher Ge is quite humorous."

"It's Chen Peisi's lamb skewers that sell well." Teacher Ge also laughed: "But come to think of it, don't you need to get a business license? Don't take it the wrong way, but what if you offend someone, they eat a skewer and say they have a stomachache, and then they try to extort money from you? What will you do then? This happens everywhere. If your business is good, people will be jealous and want to ruin you. You need to consider more."

"Teacher Ge is truly mature and prudent, considering everything thoroughly. I'll go ask about it later."

For Wang Yan's polite words, Teacher Ge nodded with great satisfaction. Otherwise, why would he like talking to Wang Yan? Wang Yan sometimes says things that are particularly pleasant to hear...

By the time they returned to the building, it was already noon.

Wang Yan called Jinbao's mom down, cut a few pieces of meat to show her, and then made lunch, inviting Jinbao's mom and Teacher Ge to have a meal together.

Afterward, he worked on the dry ingredients over there, while Jinbao's mom cut the meat for marinating, and Teacher Ge watched from the side. He was decent after all; after watching for a long while, once the meat was marinated, he still pitched in to help Jinbao's mom thread the meat skewers.

In the meantime, Wang Yan also prepared the seasonings and went to pick up the grill. By the time he lit the charcoal downstairs, it was already nearing evening. People working outside had all returned, and those working at home had also come out to cook or forage for food.

The little chubby kid came back and didn't even go inside; he squatted beside Wang Yan with his little schoolbag on his back, watching Wang Yan flip the lamb skewers on the grill back and forth. Jinbao's mom didn't say anything either; she knew that was for everyone to eat. She cooked in the communal kitchen, of course, all bought by Wang Yan, to be eaten together in the evening.

Jinbao's mom wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, looked at her big chubby son squatting outside the door, hammered her waist, and revealed a satisfied smile...

"Oh my, are you really going to do barbecue?"

From far away, Lingzi's voice rang out: "I smelled the fragrance from far away. I guessed it was you grilling."

"You really came back at the right time, Lingzi." Wang Yan casually picked up a handful of dry seasoning from a small square box provided by Teacher Ge, sprinkled it evenly while turning the lamb skewers, and handed three to Lingzi: "I didn't prepare too much, I still have to go set up the stall in a while. You taste the flavor; once I make money, you can eat all you want."

"Wang Laoban is generous." Lingzi smiled and took the skewers, starting to eat.

"You have three too, but you have to send three skewers to everyone in the building." Wang Yan nodded toward the little chubby kid, who came over very sensibly, grabbed the skewers with his little chubby hands, and went inside. First, he shared three with his mom, and then, with his mom's help, he took a huge bite, only then going door-to-door to knock while hissing and puffing.

This was the generosity Lingzi spoke of; the meat wasn't cheap either. And although Wang Yan's lamb skewers were far from being the size of willow-branch skewers, they were still a size larger than ordinary small skewers.

Lingzi nodded repeatedly: "Your craft is really good. Just this lamb skewer alone will definitely make a fortune. Are you selling the seasoning? I mean the recipe, you know?"

"I'm looking to make money. How much can I earn by selling the recipe? To be honest, I'm planning to sell the seasoning."

"So... this lamb skewer is just your gimmick?" Lingzi looked at Wang Yan, who was sitting there, in surprise. This was the second time she had been surprised in the two days she had met Wang Yan.

The first time, of course, was being surprised by Wang Yan's culinary skills; this time, it was being surprised by Wang Yan's ideas. She hadn't expected Wang Yan to be quite clever.

Wang Yan laughed happily: "Pretty much. If no one buys the seasoning, I'll sell the skewers. I heard there are rich people over on Huanghe Road. Selling my lamb skewers for one yuan a skewer shouldn't be expensive, right?"

"Over there, it's definitely not expensive. And it doesn't have to be Huanghe Road; Zhapu Road or South Yunnan Road would also work; those are all places with rich people. It definitely wouldn't sell around here. Come on, if you eat a few skewers casually, a day's wages are gone. It's simply too expensive; it's not easy for anyone, who would eat it?"

"As such a big proprietress, aren't you going to take care of my business?"

"A proprietress's money doesn't come from a strong wind either."

Just as Lingzi's words fell, Teacher Ge's smacking-lips voice followed: "Oh my, Little Northeast, I really didn't... oh, Lingzi is back. The lamb skewers Little Northeast grilled are quite delicious, huh."

"One yuan a skewer, can you bear to eat it?"

"I know his cost. How much did he spend in total today?"

"I can only prepare so much every day. Today is just for everyone to have a taste; I'm not selling it here. Why earn seven cents when I can earn that one or two dimes over there?" Wang Yan said in a low voice: "But if you want to eat, I'll definitely take care of you."

"That's decent." Teacher Ge sighed and said: "Wait, that's not right. Didn't you tell me about ancestral Chinese medicine? How come your stir-fried dishes are so delicious, now your barbecue is even better, and you even have an ancestral seasoning recipe? What exactly does your family do?"

"It's just ancestral Chinese medicine. Teacher Ge, don't you know that Chinese medicine has food therapy? This is all a set."

"You even know Chinese medicine?" Lingzi was surprised again.

Teacher Ge said: "He knows how to look. Anyway, when he put his hands on my pulse, he told me all the symptoms of my body. It looks like he really has some skills."

"Really?" Lingzi stretched out both hands: "Can you take a look for me? I've really never seen it."

"My hands are dirty, they're all oily."

"Oh my, I don't even mind, what are you saying? Hurry up and take a look for me."

Wang Yan shook his head with a laugh, but still placed his hands on her fair wrists, feeling for half a minute: "Irregular menstruation. This is caused by long-term poor work and rest habits. Go to the pharmacy and get two doses of Wenjing Decoction to regulate it. Usually, pay attention to recuperation, go to bed early and get up early, and don't drink alcohol. There's nothing else wrong; you're very healthy."

"Do you really know how? That's great. In the future, if I have a headache or fever, you can take a look."

"I can't look. If it were a remote place, I'd be a barefoot doctor and take a look. This is Shanghai; there's no shortage of doctors. If I prescribe medicine that causes trouble for someone, but it wasn't caused by my medicine, and they insist it was me, then I'll have to face a lawsuit. This is no joke; I can't afford that."

"Looking at your serious expression, I was just teasing you. Who would dare to drink the medicine you prescribe? You'd better stick to selling your lamb skewers, Wang Laoban."

Lingzi smiled: "Aren't you going to Huanghe Road? It's already lively at this hour; you'd better hurry up and go. Otherwise, once they've had too much old wine, no one will eat your lamb skewers."

After finishing, she threw the three skewers she had eaten into the trash can, stepped in her high heels, and went into the building with a 'da-da-da-da' sound.

"Eat, eat." Wang Yan had already extinguished the charcoal fire and placed the grill on the tricycle.

"Just three skewers? Can't you grill some more?" Teacher Ge still had one skewer left in his hand that he hadn't finished; he hoped for more.

"Doesn't it cost money? Just tasting the flavor is enough. If you want to eat your fill, you'll have to wait until I make money."

"You clearly said this morning that I could eat all I wanted."

"I also said that if you eat too much, your digestion won't be good. Teacher Ge, Confucius said, 'In old age, one should guard against greed.' You're being greedy now; you need to control your cravings. Here, I have two more, I'll share one more with you."

Teacher Ge looked at the lamb skewer in his hand and took a huge bite: "You Little Northeast, you're just fooling me..."

After quickly finishing dinner, Wang Yan pedaled the tricycle, loaded with various things, toward Huanghe Road. Overall, the evening was indeed much livelier than the day.

Although it lacked the filter of the original drama, in some places here, there was already a sense of bustling traffic and neon lights filling the sky. Wang Yan pedaled the tricycle along the road, not rushing or slowing down. Dodging people and avoiding cars, he was honked at quite a bit along the way.

Huanghe Road was indeed very prosperous; there were significantly more cars here. This place, along with Zhapu Road and South Yunnan Road that Lingzi mentioned earlier, were all places where restaurants clustered, most of which were high-consumption venues.

From far away, he saw the neon sign of Jin Fenghuang. The location here was excellent, right at the intersection, with a large storefront and a very imposing appearance. Also because of this good location, and service that was never too bad, this was the highest-earning restaurant on the entire Huanghe Road.

Wang Yan looked up at the sign and scanned the surroundings, seeing only various neon signs, their light extending endlessly. Traffic was like a weave, and people spoke with considerable confidence, laughing, scolding, and cursing. The price of tens of thousands of yuan, which was usually hard to see, was common here, and the 'Big Brother' mobile phones, which could chat away a normal person's daily wages in a few minutes, had a very high appearance rate here. Among every three or five people, there was always one holding one, all wearing relatively loose suits.

With thick wallets, straight backs, and ample confidence, these people were the first to get rich. And in the early stages of the current great wave, excluding the 'official profiteers,' among those from ordinary family backgrounds who could be accepted, the people before him were the top-tier group in China today.

Wang Yan's gaze stopped at a kiosk closer to the inside of the intersection, where he saw a round-faced person wearing a hat, hands tucked into sleeves, leaning out of the window and looking out. That kiosk was perhaps originally a newspaper kiosk, but it had been rented by someone to do small business here.

This person was Jingxiu from the drama, basically belonging to the 'know-it-all' of Huanghe Road, yet still acting all mysterious.

Pedaling the tricycle straight to the side of the kiosk, Wang Yan didn't say a word, lit a 'Huazi' cigarette, and started unloading the cart, setting up the barbecue grill, and getting the fire going with charcoal.

"Comrade, what are you doing?" Jingxiu ran out to ask.

Wang Yan didn't stop his movements: "Setting up a stall, grilling lamb skewers. It doesn't bother you, does it?"

"That doesn't bother me. I run a small shop, you sell lamb skewers, we don't interfere with each other. But setting up a stall here, I'm afraid you won't sell anything. Take my advice, go to Wu Jiang Road, or find a market; selling over there would be better than here. Don't you see? There are hundreds of restaurants on this street; who's going to eat your lamb skewers? Your hygiene isn't guaranteed, people won't eat it."

"I'm doing this for the first time too, let me grill and see. I'll bring you two skewers once they're grilled, you have a taste, you won't mind the hygiene, right?"

"How could that be? I can tell at a glance you're an honest person. My name is Jingxiu, how should I address you, brother?"

"Wang Yan."

"Brother Wang, you're here from out of town to make a living, right?"

"From the Northeast, I just settled down yesterday. I don't know what to do, heard there are many rich people here, so I came over to set up a stall."

"There are indeed many rich people. Look, one by one they're wearing gold and silver, dripping with jewels, and cars can even get stuck in traffic here. But it's hard to make money here. It's not like there haven't been people setting up stalls before, but the result was that no one bought anything."

Wang Yan had already set up the rack, arranged the oil and seasonings, and prepared the small brushes, turning back to work on the charcoal: "Whether I make money or not, I have to try."

"Wish you a fortune, a customer is here."

"You go do your business, I'll call you when they're grilled."

"Who is that?" Lu Si, the lobby manager of the Red Heron Restaurant, took the cigarettes bought for a customer and looked at Wang Yan, who was busy over there.

"Another person who came to the Shanghai Bund to make a fortune." Jingxiu shook his head.

"Do you think he can make a fortune?"

"Did you make a fortune?"

Lu Si watched Wang Yan working on the charcoal fire, the fire glowing red, lighting up a face that even the neon lights couldn't illuminate.

She smiled: "It's still passable, I'm leaving."

Jingxiu nodded with a smile, watching Lu Si trot back to the restaurant. He touched a cigarette, lit it, and just leaned on the window, leaning his head out, watching the movements of another person who came to the Shanghai Bund to make a fortune.

The charcoal fire had burned through, the flames had gone out, and there were only dark red signs of burning. Then, he spread the charcoal in the long grill. Then, a large handful of meat skewers were taken out and spread on the grill. Under the roasting of the charcoal fire, the surface of the lamb skewers began to brown and shrink, and the fat melted like butter and dripped oil, and bursts of fragrance finally permeated.

Jingxiu sniffed, starting to look forward to the lamb skewers.

There weren't many places selling barbecue in the restaurants here. This also led to people involuntarily starting to drool when they smelled the unique fragrance of lamb skewers.

And the even richer fragrance, after sprinkling the dry seasoning, seemed to stimulate a kind of authentic deliciousness, making people unable to resist wanting to try it.

However, seeing that it was just a crude barbecue stall next to Jingxiu's shop, people still didn't come over. Outside the restaurant and inside the restaurant, the back kitchen and the small stall outside, were two different worlds.

Wang Yan smiled and waved at Jingxiu, who ran out happily and even brought two bottles of soda: "You invite me to eat lamb skewers, I invite you to drink soda."

"Change it to beer for me."

"I'm telling you, brother, look for yourself, who can sell alcohol on this street? None!" While speaking, Jingxiu opened the soda with a 'bang-bang' sound and handed over a bottle.

Wang Yan took it with one hand and handed over five lamb skewers with the other.

As soon as he got them, Jingxiu took a bite, and his eyes immediately widened; that was the joy of delicious food.

"Brother Wang, with this level of skill, where can't you make money?"

He had completely forgotten that just eight minutes and twenty-three seconds ago, this was still 'another person who came to the Shanghai Bund to make a fortune' in his mouth. He had eaten this person's lamb skewers and believed he should be able to make a fortune.

"Making money elsewhere is slow."

"How much are you selling them for?"

"Hey, grill twenty skewers for me, hurry up, send them to Red Heron while they're hot." A middle-aged man in a trench coat, full of spirit, came to the stall. In fact, the people here, even the lowest-level waiters, were all full of spirit.

Seeing Wang Yan smiling without moving, the man muttered: "Can't I afford your money? How much?"

He pulled a wallet from his pocket and checked the thick stack of banknotes inside.

"Twenty."

The man subconsciously pulled out two ten-yuan notes, then suddenly pulled his hand back, his voice rising: "Twenty yuan? One yuan a skewer? Is your lamb made of gold? Oh my, you might as well go rob someone, why work so hard setting up a stall?"

"Huanghe Road has Huanghe Road's prices. You're a person of status, I don't know how many 'ten-thousand-yuan households' you've surpassed. I heard that just eating casually inside costs hundreds of yuan; twenty is nothing, it's a small matter for you."

Wang Yan laughed and picked up a skewer, handing it over: "Just grilled, you taste it first."

"You're treating me to a taste, it doesn't count toward the total, okay?"

"Boss, you're holding such a big 'Big Brother' mobile phone, are you haggling with me over one yuan?"

"Just kidding, whose money isn't saved one yuan by one yuan?"

Wang Yan looked like he had been taken advantage of, took a skewer from the grill, and handed it over. The latter looked like he had indeed taken advantage, took it, and took a bite.

"Add ten more skewers, here, thirty for you. My surname is Liu, just ask the waiter when you get to Red Heron." The man had a skewer in his mouth, counted ten yuan in his hand, and handed over three notes.

"Boss, make a fortune."

Seeing Wang Yan stuffing the money into his pocket, the man said: "It's you making a fortune, hurry up and send them over. They're so expensive, if the service isn't good, I'll come looking for trouble."

He waved his hand, ate the skewer, and turned to leave.

"Just selling at this price." Wang Yan nodded toward Jingxiu, who had watched from beginning to end.

Jingxiu looked at Wang Yan, then at the lamb skewer in his hand, and nodded with a smile: "It really has to be this place. The cost shouldn't be high, right?"

"Not high, thirty cents today, maybe twenty-five cents tomorrow."

"Brother is really honest."

"There's only one of me in the whole country, no one else can grill this flavor. Not to mention a world of difference, but Sun Wukong's somersault can't catch up."

"Brother, you can make a big fortune. I've seen many people come and go on Huanghe Road. Most rely on luck, you really have the strength. Just this skill alone, opening a small stall into a small restaurant, and later opening a big restaurant, or even taking over a place on Huanghe Road is just around the corner. The waves are huge."

"Borrowing your auspicious words, let's all make a fortune." Wang Yan nodded with a smile and started grilling the thirty skewers the man had just ordered.

Jingxiu watched from beginning to end and asked: "Brother, is the secret to your lamb skewers in the seasoning?"

"Ancestral."

"Selling it?"

"Not selling the recipe, selling the finished product."

"Like 'Thirteen Spices'?"

"What do you think?"

"You can achieve great things." Jingxiu gave a thumbs up and bumped his bottle against Wang Yan's: "Celebrating your success in advance."

It's a pity Jingxiu isn't Qiao Shan; it lacked a bit of that flavor.

"Then I need your help. If anyone asks, help me spread the word."

"No problem, that's what I love doing most."

Wang Yan picked up the soda, took a sip with him, calmed the people waiting in front, and then took the thirty skewers to Red Heron.

Earlier, he had only grilled ten skewers, so the fragrance was naturally not as good as thirty. He only delivered one order to Red Heron, and didn't have time for the rest, because his long grill was already full of lamb skewers. They had all paid in advance and were impatient to wait, so they went to the restaurant and called the waiters to come and get them.

For him, good wine really doesn't fear a deep alley. If it fears, it's definitely not fragrant enough. Just like Huanghe Road at this moment, Wang Yan, who was practicing setting up a barbecue stall for the first time in his life, had become fragrant.

"Sorry everyone, these are the last twenty skewers, they're for Boss Zhang from Jin Fenghuang. First day on the job, not well prepared, I'll prepare five hundred skewers tomorrow."

Hearing Wang Yan's statement, a group of people dispersed dissatisfied, leaving only the Jin Fenghuang waiter waiting here. They were naturally dissatisfied; they had smelled the fragrance for a long time, but couldn't eat it.

Very quickly, the twenty skewers were grilled, and in total, it took a little over an hour.

"Earning someone else's monthly salary in a day, Brother Wang, you're no worse than those individual business owners or company bosses."

"But I still have no car, no house, no money, nothing?" Wang Yan handed a cigarette to Jingxiu, and while smoking, started to pack up.

Jingxiu held the cigarette and turned it in his hand: "Brother Wang smokes 'Huazi', you're really willing to spend."

"Wine is 'Moutai'."

Jingxiu was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, and once again offered his blessings: "Make a fortune, Wang Laoban."

After laughing for a while, watching Wang Yan clean the ground, Jingxiu said: "Brother Wang, let me remind you first. The Shanghai Bund isn't that easy to mix in. Your stuff is good, so people will be thinking about it. Once people start thinking about it, trouble will come. Five hundred skewers tomorrow, net profit three hundred and fifty, ten thousand yuan a month, this business isn't small."

"Got it." Wang Yan returned the dustpan and broom to him: "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Watching Wang Yan leave on his tricycle amidst the neon lights, Jingxiu sighed for no reason: "It's really a surging wind and clouds..."

"Teacher Ge isn't asleep yet?"

Wang Yan had just unlocked the door when he saw Teacher Ge open his door and poke his head out.

"It's only eight o'clock, can I fall asleep?" Teacher Ge walked over and followed Wang Yan into the room: "This is your first day setting up the stall, how was the business? You grilled it very deliciously, it should be pretty good, right?"

"It was alright, sold out in less than an hour."

"Earned two hundred in a day?"

"I plan to skewer five hundred tomorrow. Jinbao's mom is a bit slow doing it alone. Can I trouble Teacher Ge to help again, and let me earn three hundred and fifty tomorrow?"

"I'm not doing it, I don't have wages."

"You ate four skewers today, I'd sell them for four yuan on Huanghe Road."

"Then I have to eat ten skewers tomorrow."

"Five skewers."

"Nine skewers." Teacher Ge waved his hand again: "Just seven, can't be less. And the leftover Moutai from last night has to be poured for me. You said it, drinking is good for the body, I'll use the lamb skewers to drink."

"It's decided so happily. Nothing else, right? If not, go back and sleep early. It's all settled for today, I'll go buy meat early tomorrow morning."

"You have to provide three meals a day."

"If you calculate it that way, you're costing twelve or thirteen a day, you old guy are quite precious." Looking at the old guy who was glaring because of the 'old guy' address, Wang Yan waved his hand: "Just make do with me, don't be picky, I'm starting a business and making money here."

"Oh my, young people should be generous, besides, I worked..." Teacher Ge muttered, got up, and returned to his room.

Wang Yan took off his clothes, and with a light sniff, there was a smell of oily smoke and a little bit of lamb's gamey smell; this was the smell of life. Of course, he didn't have many clothes either; lazy is lazy, just let it be.

He wasn't diligent enough to wash clothes either, so he went downstairs shirtless with a basin to wash up.

Ordinary people without nightlife were either reading at home or already asleep at this time. Only two families had televisions; one was Teacher Ge, and the other was also Teacher Ge...

Early the next morning, Wang Yan pedaled the tricycle to the market. This was decided when he bought meat yesterday. He wanted more meat today and bought fresh vegetables for the day while he was at it.

By the time he returned to the building, it was only seven o'clock, and the whole place was already lively. Teacher Shi was practicing her vocal exercises, and Teacher Kong was playing the piano 'ding-ding-dang-dang'.

"Did you buy breakfast? I thought you were going to make it." Teacher Ge, who was waiting to be fed, had already finished washing up and was spiritedly opening his door, waiting for Wang Yan.

"Can't make it, too slow."

"You make lunch and dinner." Teacher Ge leaned close to Wang Yan and whispered: "Jinbao's mom doesn't cook well, it's hard on Jinbao being so fat."

Wang Yan casually stuffed a steamed bun into the old guy's mouth: "This mouth of yours will cause trouble sooner or later."

"Did you wash your hands?"

"If it's not dirty, it won't make you sick. Didn't I use my hands to sprinkle seasoning when I grilled the lamb skewers? Didn't you eat it quite deliciously?"

Teacher Ge was speechless, unable to help but sigh daily that a lonely old man is pitiful, feeling sad for himself.

Wang Yan ate quickly, solving the problem in a few bites, then returned to the room to take off his coat and went downstairs to wash up. At this time, Jinbao's mom was already working diligently, cutting meat, working without complaint, and conscientiously.

Lingzi walked downstairs cursing, saying it for Teacher Kong and Teacher Shi to hear, complaining that these two were disturbing her sleep. According to Teacher Ge, Lingzi had to go through this every morning.

"Oh my, I didn't see it, your body is quite lean and strong."

Seeing Wang Yan shirtless, wiping his body with a towel, Lingzi felt a bit of spirit.

"The working masses rely on their physique to beg for food. If you're not lean and strong, and have no strength, you'll go hungry."

"Not hungry, didn't you still come to the Shanghai Bund to beg for a living, Wang Laoban?"

"I heard there's a Boss Bao? I also want to be a Wang Laoban."

"Then you have to work hard. Boss Bao isn't something you can just talk about."

Wang Yan asked: "You have a good relationship with Boss Bao, can you tell me what he does?"

"Of course, he does whatever makes money. He does stocks, does foreign trade, and speculates on treasury bonds. That's how he went from A-Bao to today's Boss Bao. But you have to be careful, not everyone makes money doing it. Do you know the Empire State Building in New York?"

Seeing Wang Yan nod with a smile, Lingzi said: "Boss Bao told me that too. He said, it takes an hour to run from the bottom to the top of the building, but it only takes 8.8 seconds to jump from the top. Understand the meaning?"

"Understand, gathering wealth is as hard as ascending to heaven, but scattering wealth is just one leap."

"So don't be overly ambitious, entering the market without knowing what's going on, the one who leaps down will be you."

"Got it, you're actually quite a good person."

"It's because I see your barbecue is delicious, I'm afraid you'll jump down, and the recipe will be gone with you. Was business good yesterday?"

"It was alright, sold three hundred skewers."

"I remember you only prepared three hundred skewers in total, right? Oh my, congratulations on making a fortune, Wang Laoban."

"You make a fortune too."

"Let's make a fortune together. You wash up, I'm going to eat breakfast."

Saying that, Lingzi looked at Wang Yan's figure again: "Your body is really good, I'm leaving."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile and continued to wash up...