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Chapter 20 My name is really written here

Chapter 20 My name is really the only thing written here

Author: Fried Chicken Family Bucket

Chapter 20 My name is really the only thing written here

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the flow of customers in front of Jiajia Fast Food Restaurant finally dispersed.

Instructing the waiter to put away the long table outside the door, the proprietress returned to sit behind the cashier and began to calculate the income at noon.

Meat dishes are fatally attractive to the workers. The heavy oil and salt dishes look good and are good for meals. In addition, there are free soups and a tiger egg, which really attracts many workers.

Basically, those who come to see it will buy one to take away. Almost all the dishes prepared are sold out, and the sales are quite good.

After some calculations, the landlady burst into laughter.

Just for the lunch meal at noon, 67 lunch boxes were sold, earning 536 yuan. The cost was only 100 yuan, and the net profit was more than 400 yuan.

'I really made a wise choice. More than 400 a day, which is more than 10,000 a month, is almost the same as the previous month's profit.'

She happily put away the account book, and at that moment she had the impulse to replace all the meat in the kitchen with meat from Anxin Food Processing Company.

But today is the first day, so it’s a bit too hasty. Let’s wait for another two days and check. If no problem is found, replace them all.

Several restaurants next door paid more attention to the actions of Jiajia Fast Food Restaurant in the morning. Seeing how prosperous the business here was, they became wary.

How about I get one too? Even if I only sell ten or twenty copies, that’s still extra income.

In the factory cafeteria, many workers feel that eating enough is enough.

But these days, more and more people are bringing lunch boxes to the canteen to eat, and the aroma is hard to ignore. The noodles produced in the canteen still taste the same, but they are getting harder to swallow day by day.

Think about it again. For eight yuan, they can eat enough vegetables, meat, and soup every day. How come the factory cafeteria's five-yuan meal plan only requires them to eat noodles every day?

No matter how hard it is, you can still cook rice and pair it with two normal dishes.

This dissatisfaction spread among the workers, especially after seeing that today's toppings still only had a few shreds of meat, the dissatisfaction in the hearts of the workers burst out.

"Since the weather started to get hotter, I've been eating noodles for almost half a month. Will I still eat noodles every day for the next two to three months?"

Some people took the lead, and others who were dissatisfied followed suit.

"That's right, it's either rice noodles, rice noodles, or noodles. The toppings come and go, and they're always the same. No matter which one, there's no meat, and people are losing weight."

"It's not even as good as the pigs in my house." Xu Dongliang shouted among the crowd and quickly slipped away before anyone noticed.

This sentence triggered a new round of condemnation.

The people in the kitchen were very calm at first, but soon they complained a few times, and they didn't take them seriously.

But the denunciation was getting louder and louder, making the elder sister serving food at the window unable to sit still.

Being able to contract this canteen was a result of a lot of connections and a lot of benefits, but now I have just recovered my capital and haven’t made any money yet.

If the workers make such a fuss and the construction site leader decides to change the contractor, they will have no place to cry.

The lady serving the dish immediately leaned half of her body out of the window and shouted at the indignant workers outside the window: "We won't eat noodles tomorrow, we'll cook rice."

"Are there any meat dishes?"

“There is everything, there is everything you want, including rice, meat, vegetables and soup!”

When they heard that there was meat, vegetables and soup, the noisy workers gradually calmed down. No one else joined in, and the ones who took the lead in making noises could no longer fuss and could only rest.

Then wait until tomorrow. If the food tomorrow is not satisfactory, we will continue to make fun of you.

Seeing the gathered workers slowly dispersing, Sister Shengcai finally breathed a sigh of relief. She turned to Wang Qiang, who was sitting in the corner of the room playing with his mobile phone and said, "Qiangzi, please confirm tomorrow's recipe with Master Liu this afternoon.

There has to be at least one meat dish.”

"Okay." Wang Qiang was immersed in the game and replied casually to express his understanding.

The next day, Xu An arrived at the gate of the construction site and found that the place where he used to set up his stall was already occupied.

The tricycle looks similar to mine. It's brand new and shiny. It looks like it's new at first glance.

There was a simple stove in the car, and a small gas tank tied to the car seat.

There is a bamboo pole tied to the front of the tricycle, and there is a white board hanging on the bamboo pole, which reads: Fried noodles, fried noodles, and fried rice are all four yuan a portion, and eggs are one yuan.

The stall owner looks to be in his thirties, has dark skin, and looks like someone who often does heavy work. He is half a head shorter than Xu An, but a little stronger than Xu An. He is wearing a thin vest, exposing his tendons.

When Xu An's eyes met, he didn't shy away at all and even nodded towards him.

This guy is so aggressive.

Xu An secretly sighed, this week was not going well, competitors appeared one after another.

Everyone has noticed this construction site. Seeing that their business is booming, they all want to get a share of the pie.

Xu An parked his tricycle next to the chow mein stall, took out a cigarette and handed it to the stall owner, asking in a friendly manner: "What's your last name?"

"My surname is Zhang, and everyone calls me Lao Zhang." Seeing Xu An being so polite and offering him cigarettes, Lao Zhang felt very satisfied. This young man is a good man and knows how to behave.

Unexpectedly, Xu An's next sentence would be: "This position is mine, please change it."

Lao Zhang paused for a moment when he took the cigarette, and then put the cigarette back into Xu An's hand. He wanted to raise his head to scorn Xu An, but found that Xu An was taller than him, so this trick didn't work, and he showed a fierce look.

expression.

"Is your name written on this piece of land? First come first served, do you understand? I came first and I occupy this land. If you want this land, then you should come here early tomorrow."

If Xu An didn't apply for a temporary stall permit, he wouldn't mind moving to the next door to open a stall. After all, he believes in being friendly and making money.

But he applied for a temporary stall permit, and the land actually had his name on it.

That day, the urban management department came here in person to measure and sign the temporary stall permit before approving it.

Xu An took out the temporary stall ID he carried with him every day, held it up to Lao Zhang, and explained to him seriously.

"This certificate is called a temporary booth certificate. On it, the specific location of my stall is registered. I'm sorry, the location you occupy now really only has my name written on it."

"Tch, who can prove that this certificate is authentic? Who knows if you are using it to fool people?" Lao Zhang had never heard of a temporary stall certificate. He only knew about health certificates and business certificates.

If a roadside stall can still issue a certificate, I really think he is a fool.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Xu An was not upset. He slowly took out the other two documents from the bag, put them in his hands and played with them together, talking to himself in a medium and gentle voice.

"These certificates of mine were all obtained from the Health Bureau of the Urban Management Office. If the Urban Management Bureau is called, I will be honest. I have all the certificates.

But it's hard to say for others. They don't have any documents. Maybe the tools will be confiscated and they will have to write a review before they can get them back. When the time comes, they will have to apply for documents. It will take at least more than an hour to wait for the documents to come back.

It's a week later.

Who knows what the situation will be like at this door more than a week later, and whether there will still be a place for him."

Seeing Xu An take back his certificate, he thought that the young man had given in. Unexpectedly, Jing changed his approach and threatened him.

Lao Zhang's nostrils were flaring and he was about to lose his temper.

When his eyes glanced at the few documents in Xu An's hand, he immediately became confused.

He had seen the health certificate and the health certificate before. The two certificates in Xu An's hands were exactly the same as in his memory.

Suddenly he felt guilty, he didn't know whether these documents were true or false.

But he didn't dare to bet. If he won the bet, he would just occupy this stall. If he lost the bet, it would be like what the young man said. After a week's delay, he would know how many stalls were opened in front of the construction site.

Already.

There are many people who want to come over and set up stalls like him, but he is just one step ahead.

Between fighting for a breath and making money, Lao Zhang chose to make money.

"Today's young people don't study hard at a young age, and they don't know how to respect the old and love the young. They are all obsessed with money. The young people of this generation are not good." Lao Zhang muttered, holding on to his hands

But his movements were very swift, and he pushed the stall aside.

Xu An placed his stall in a familiar location with satisfaction.

Zhang Luo wanted to see what was going on today at the Jiajia Fast Food Restaurant opposite, but found that the four shops opposite had all pulled out banners and had long tables set up in front of the shops.

Depend on!

It's a bit uncertain whether the forty box lunches can be sold out today.
Chapter completed!
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