Chapter 304

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Protagonist:

Chai Mi

Although the surroundings were not particularly harmonious, relatively speaking, there was not too much noise; mainly, it was a school, and if the noise was too loud and affected the students' learning, then those big shots would have nothing to play with.

Affecting the next generation's learning—this is definitely not allowed.

Chai Mi took out her equipment and such, set up her stall, and organized her things properly.

Song Qiushui asked: "Is that really the same price as the industrial area over there? These students are very poor."

"Meat ones eight yuan, vegetarian ones five yuan. But I can give a discount..." Chai Mi thought for a moment and said: "Three meat portions for twenty yuan, one vegetarian and one meat for twelve yuan, and then I'll throw in two portions of pickled vegetables."

After hearing this, Song Qiushui's face turned green: "No... pickled vegetables are given for free? Then wasn't I working for nothing?"

After all, Chai Mi was talking about the money from selling pickled vegetables, which was supposed to go to Song Qiushui.

"Count it as mine. You take out a portion of pickled vegetables, and I'll give you one yuan."

Hearing Chai Mi say this, Song Qiushui immediately became even happier: "Hehehe, that's not quite it... if it's given away, two portions count as one yuan from me. Splitting it evenly is better."

"Either way works."

Anyway, the profit is quite high, so it doesn't matter.

"By the way, go to the copy shop over there, copy out a list, and do exactly as I said. Then post it on the cart. That way, you won't have to explain every time."

"Mm-hmm, going now."

Afterwards, Song Qiushui went to the copy shop and copied a sheet of paper, then posted it on the front of the cart.

The students could read, and toward these small peddlers doing business, they had an inexplicable respect and understanding.

This was something other groups did not possess.

They wouldn't complain that the dumplings were expensive; they would understand that you get what you pay for. And if Chai Mi gave a discount, they would praise her as someone who knows how to do business.

Relatively speaking, this student group had particularly high inclusivity, and the money was particularly easy to earn; compared to that group of workers in the industrial area, their quality was higher and they were easier to talk to.

Not to mention that Chai Mi's dumplings were especially delicious; even if they tasted bad, they would at most know it themselves and definitely wouldn't go out and say someone's dumplings tasted terrible.

So Chai Mi estimated that business here might be better than over at the industrial area.

As a result, Song Qiushui posted this price here, and before the students were let out for noon and the dumpling stall had even opened for business, a group of other stall owners started discussing it.

Of course, the quality of the stall owners here was generally not very high...

The grove area already had stalls in disarray, and when Chai Mi's relatively "luxurious" inverted donkey cart and brand-new price list were posted, they immediately stood out as glaringly out of place.

"Yo ho! Newcomer?" An old man selling roasted sweet potatoes puffed on his dry tobacco, squinted at the price list, and snorted: "Dumplings? Eight yuan a bowl? Vegetarian filling still five yuan? Little lady, are you robbing people? How much money can these students have in their pockets?"

A middle-aged woman selling fried skewers on a simple rack nearby also came over to look, pouted her lips: "That's right! My fried pork tenderloin skewers are one yuan for three, vegetarian ones one cent. Are your dumplings made of gold? One bowl of dumplings could buy me thirty or forty meat skewers!"

Several stall owners selling jianbing and hand-grabbed pancakes also gathered around, talking all at once:

"Eight yuan? Tsk, more expensive than the most expensive meat dishes in the school cafeteria!"

"And free pickled vegetables? Pickled vegetables aren't worth anything; giving them away for free is still taking up space."

"Looks like they've never set up a stall before, don't know the market, setting prices randomly!"

"Thinking city students are all big shots?"

Song Qiushui was surrounded in the middle, hearing these barbed words full of exclusion, her anger flared and she was about to flare up, but looking at Chai Mi...

Chai Mi acted as if she hadn't heard the discussion, adding water to the pot herself, checking the gazi guan valve, and lighting the stove to boil water.

After finishing, she glanced at everyone and said: "Clearly marked prices, fair to all. If I sell cheap, I'm afraid you all would be the ones dissatisfied. If I sell expensive, you can be happy in your hearts."

Everyone: What nonsense big truth are you spouting...

Actually, everyone's thoughts weren't much different from Chai Mi's.

Although Chai Mi's prices were a bit bizarre, so-called peers are enemies; they would rather Chai Mi sell expensive and no one buy.

If Chai Mi sold cheap, they would have kicked up a fuss long ago.

So, saying it's expensive, actually in their hearts they were saying these two little girls were idiots, selling at such a high price was impossible.

It wasn't that everyone had a gawking mentality, but as fellow stall-owning peers.

A peer's business being bad is much better than one's own business being good.

How to put it...

Seeing a peer make money is more uncomfortable than not making money oneself.

Now it was early autumn, mornings were still cool, but by now it was almost noon and getting hot.

With the noon dismissal bell of No. 1 Middle School ringing, a dense crowd began to come out.

After all, this wasn't a closed school; there were many day students, so even if boarding students came out, no one cared.

No. 1 Middle School's management of this wasn't very strict, relatively more humane.

Some students went to the cafeteria to eat, while others went straight to the playground side to buy some food, then went back to eat.

Chai Mi and Song Qiushui stood there, and immediately became the focus.

Mainly because they were good-looking.

There was no need to doubt; compared to school flowers and such, they were truly a hundred times more beautiful.

They also immediately attracted a large crowd.

The surrounding stall owners looked: Damn! When did setting up a stall start looking at faces? This world is so unfair, too damn much!

Why them?

Because they're good-looking?

Mm, it looks really good.

Everyone was helpless, after all, these two were truly beautiful.

Everyone has this psychology: even though it's a street stall selling dumplings, if the stall owner is good-looking, people's first impression becomes that the dumplings are clean.

If the stall owner looked like the Best Figure Award winner from Shaanxi, or Fang Yuanyuan from Tianliao Dining, or that Sichuan-Chongqing sister, people would have other ideas.

Not to mention anything else, why has Wu Da been selling steamed buns all along, living an ordinary life, never becoming a tycoon? This has a lot to do with his looks.

"My god... a fairy descending to earth?"

"So beautiful..."

"Dumpling Xi Shi?"

All scholars, all a bit sick...

Seeing the stall owner was beautiful, immediately a large crowd gathered:

"Give me one portion."

"Give me two portions."

"Don't damn snatch, I've contracted them all..."

The stall owners at the other stalls looked at each other: Damn! Not asking the price? Looks like we worried too much, she set the price too low...

It should be one hundred yuan per bowl!!!

Otherwise, this business can't be done.

Chai Mi was busy dropping dumplings, casually saying: "Queue up, you students are the most well-behaved, you must queue properly."

Everyone then seriously queued to buy.

In a short while, someone finally started eating.

As soon as they ate, cheers erupted immediately.

"Oh my god, so delicious. A hundred times better than I thought."

"So delicious, much better than what my mom wraps."

"This pickled vegetable isn't bad... much better than the boxed rice sold next door, that boxed rice hag uses gutter oil..."

The boxed rice boss dared to be angry but not speak.

At first, a group of other stall owners were ready to watch Chai Mi and Song Qiushui's joke, but now they discovered they themselves were the clowns.

"When did these students get so rich? Eight yuan a bowl, buy as soon as they say? They usually complain my boxed rice at two yuan fifty a portion is expensive."

"Don't mention it, they even said my meat isn't tasty, one yuan for three skewers is too expensive..."

"What's yours? I sell eggs at two cents each, they say: Boss, you're too damn black-hearted, look at others, five cents an egg, all say delicious, none say expensive."

"What's that! Eggs are passable... but one yuan for a plate of pickled vegetables is damn ridiculous! One yuan, I can buy two catties at the market... that pile of pickled vegetables isn't worth two or three yuan, now she's sold seventy or eighty portions... you say, isn't that infuriating..."

But the most infuriating thing was, when those students saw several stall owners discussing, they instead criticized the stall owners for meddling.

Crucially, once Chai Mi's stall was set up, the other stalls were basically empty.

And so, the queue was damn long.

Chai Mi deliberately had Song Qiushui shout: "Don't queue so many, those at the back stop pushing, there are only a few dozen portions left, go eat something else."

Song Qiushui not shouting was fine, but once she said that, the crowd immediately got anxious.

The few at the front simply started making trouble.

"I want three portions, I'm bringing them for my classmates."

"I want ten portions, my dorm mates asked me to bring..."

"I've contracted them all..."

Chai Mi naturally couldn't give them all to those at the front: "Stop making trouble, at most three portions per person. You've taken them all, what do others eat?"

In less than ten minutes, these dumplings basically needed numbers to get.

After all, they were already sold out.

Although not finished making them, Song Qiushui had collected all the money.

Over a hundred portions of dumplings, gone.

Since Chai Mi hadn't prepared especially many, she was also afraid she wouldn't sell many at first.

As a result, business was surprisingly good.

More popular than in the industrial district.

Song Qiushui was also surprised; when going out, she had reminded Chai Mi that these students were poor.

As a result, she was the poor one...

Those students, not poor at all.

"Qiu Shui, freshman year. No need to queue. Sold out, those at the back can eat another day."

"Okay."

Song Qiushui then shouted again: "Stop damn queuing, those few at the front have contracted them all. Eat another day."

Those queuing at the back cursed and grumbled.

"Damn! Are those few freshmen? What the hell, don't know the rules... if you have guts, don't leave after school."

"I'm damn senior year three, I haven't eaten, they have eaten!!!"

Hou Bian them, a bespectacled person patted those students: "You few, come with me."

Everyone looked back, it was the Teaching Director...

Those few senior year three students were taken away, and the remaining queue wasn't many anymore.

"What are you few queuing for? Didn't I say there's none left?" Song Qiushui frowned.

"Isn't there still pickled vegetables? I want to buy pickled vegetables." A student answered.

Song Qiushui froze for a moment: "Pickled vegetables don't need queuing, I'll pack you a small bag to take away."

The other stall owners looked at each other in dismay: Holy shit! There's no justice left! The dumplings sold out, and these prodigals still want to force-eat pickled vegetables?

One yuan per portion of small pickled vegetables?

Are they this rich?

You have to know, that boxed rice seller next door gives pickled vegetables for free, that cold skin noodle seller lets you take pickled vegetables freely...

The most key thing is it's expensive.

Several stall owners' boxed rice sales for a whole day aren't as much as Song Qiushui's pickled vegetable sales...

It's really heart-wrenching.

Before long, the pickled vegetables also sold out.

Song Qiushui looked dejected, nearly giving herself a big slap: "Damn my crow's mouth, why didn't I bring more in the morning. That stuff doesn't take up space either..."

Chai Mi poked Song Qiushui: "Don't just stand there, work work."

Song Qiushui could only helplessly tell everyone: "Pickled vegetables are also sold out."

"There's still tea eggs..." many students said.

Tea eggs actually don't need queuing either.

Song Qiushui crackled away packing tea eggs again, before long even the plastic bags ran out.

Those students just held the tea eggs directly, peeled them and ate directly.

A moment later, the tea eggs were also gone.

"Scatter, nothing left. Sell any more and we'd be selling the pot."

Only then did the crowd stop queuing and leave dejectedly.

A few more students came to pre-order for tomorrow: "Coming tomorrow too? Didn't get to eat today... can I pre-order a bowl?"

"I'll pre-order a bowl too."

"Can I just pre-order two tea eggs..."

Chai Mi explained it's the day after tomorrow, can pre-order, but no deposit collected. Will specially leave out a few portions, their pre-orders, come and can take directly.

Only then did the crowd disperse.

The other merchants only then breathed a sigh of relief...

Result: the queuing people, not many stayed either, all ran off.

Several stall owners sighed: "It's been over half an hour already, lunch break is only over half an hour total, after that it's nap time..."

Sigh...

Worse than daily business.

And after Chai Mi and Song Qiushui sold out, they packed up gear, loaded the vehicle.

Then headed back.

Today Song Qiushui was especially energetic.

Mainly because she earned money, and earned a thief's amount: "Aiya holy shit! I earned over one hundred twenty yuan today. Crazy... my mom made apricot kernels all summer, sold for four hundred plus yuan. My dad works a month for only one hundred yuan salary... then when I go home can I say: Lao Song ah, look at you, you're nothing, working a month doesn't earn as much as me in a day. I look at you... you need to reflect on yourself."

Song Qiushui spoke and laughed at herself: "Chai Mi, you think my dad could beat me once?"

"That can't happen. Your dad would backhand give himself a big slap: I'm useless... then your mom would come out and say: just you as a father, nothing at all, everything counting on our daughter, how did I marry such a good-for-nothing thing..."

Chai Mi imitated it lifelike.

Song Qiushui laughed until her stomach hurt.

Song Qiushui's dad and mom, definitely would really be like Chai Mi said.

"Usually you give me ten twenty a day, I didn't take it seriously. But today, it's real earning... over a hundred. I don't have any dreams, but this feeling, earning money is too fast." Song Qiushui didn't quite know what to say: "First time, I have a bit of hope for life."

The usual Song Qiushui was carefree and sloppy.

She also didn't want to earn money.

Mainly because earning money is too tiring.

Now seeing earning money actually seems not hard either: "Chai Mi you say, is it that in bigger cities, this stuff is more expensive, earns more money."

"That's for certain..."