Fang Chang'an turned around and saw Cheng Mengfei riding an electric car carrying Shen Mo into the yard. He smiled and greeted him: "Teacher Cheng."

Cheng Mengfei nodded, and Shen Mo pouted in dissatisfaction: "It was clearly what I called you first."

"When did you become so scrupulous?"

Cheng Mengfei stopped the electric car and looked at his little niece who was climbing down from the back seat with amused expression. Shen Mo pouted and said nothing. Fang Changan asked again: "Teacher Cheng, you can't go to the county town where you ride a bicycle, right?"

"You think I'm stupid?"

Cheng Mengfei gave him a blank look, "Let's ride a bike to take the bus."

"Oh, I'll just say it."

Fang Chang'an smiled, and Cheng Mengfei said, "What are you doing at the door? Go in and talk."

Fang Chang'an had nothing to say to Chen Chengyan for the time being. After entering the house, he said a few words of politeness, then went upstairs to the study, found "Lu Xun 3", and took another copy of "Alive". He had never read this book, but he had heard of it for a long time.

Shen Mo came up with him and was about to sit down to read the book. When he saw Fang Chang'an picking up the book, he put it away, and asked, "Aren't you eating here?"

"You can't eat free every time, right?"

Fang Changan smiled, waved at her, turned around and walked out of the study. Shen Mo hesitated for a moment and followed him downstairs. Chen Chengyan and Cheng Mengfei were talking in the living room.

"Aunt, Fang Chang'an is leaving."

Before Fang Changan could speak, Shen Mo, who was behind him, spoke first, and his tone seemed to be a bit of a complaint.

Both of them turned around and Cheng Mengfeiqi said, "Is there anything wrong with you when you go back?"

Fang Changan shook his head and before he could speak, Chen Chengyan had already waved his hand and said, "What are you going back for? Go up and read your book, and come back after dinner. I have something to ask you."

Fang Changan really felt that it was not good to eat here every time he came, but Chen Chengyan said that if there was something wrong, he couldn't leave.

Seeing that he seemed a little hesitant, Cheng Mengfei smiled gently and said, "Don't be outside the teacher's house. Look, the teacher never refuses every time you take something, and Mo Mo stays here to eat at night."

The last sentence sounds a bit weird.

Fang Changan didn't dare to think about it, nodded and said, "Thank you, Teacher Cheng, and Uncle Chen."

"Okay, you guys go read the book."

Chen Chengyan waved his hand again, Fang Changan nodded, and returned to the upper floor again. The little girl followed him in, with a look of smug expression.

Fang Changan was secretly funny and asked her, "Are you happy?"

"No, why should I be happy?"

The little girl immediately shook her head, sat down on her half of her desk, opened a book called "The Little Prince". She was afraid that he would ask questions, and emphasized, "I'm going to read a book."

Fang Chang'an nodded, sat down at the other squad leader's desk, and opened "To Live" first and looked slowly.

Chen Chengyan had not come up, and the study door was not closed, and occasionally he could hear the voices below vaguely. Shen Mo was also rummaging to find interesting content at first when he read "Lu Xun", but later he became bored.

This book "The Little Prince" was quite interesting. She read it very seriously, so she didn't know how long it took. When she heard Fang Chang'an sigh, she thought she had heard it wrong.

She looked at the lines two more before turning to look at Fang Chang'an. Seeing that he was also looking at him seriously, she asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Fang Chang'an looked up at her, hesitated, and said, "The protagonist in the novel, his father is dead."

"oh……"

The little girl nodded, and after a while, she seemed to hear Fang Chang'an's indefinite sigh again.

She asked again, "What's wrong?"

"The protagonist's mother is dead."

"oh……"

After a while, Fang Chang'an breathed a sigh of relief, and the little girl turned her head and blinked her big eyes in confusion.

"The protagonist's son is dead."

"oh……"

After a while, Fang Changan clenched his fists gently and took a breath.

Shen Mo looked over again in confusion, with his expression as if asking: "Who is dead again?"

"This time the protagonist's daughter is married."

"oh."

After a while, Shen Mo heard Fang Changan seemingly pounding the table lightly, and turned his head to look over again in confusion.

"My wife is paralyzed and her daughter is dead."

Fang Chang'an let out a sigh of relief, "I died of dying from labor, and there is another grandson."

"Um."

After a while.

"The wife is dead."

“…”

"The son-in-law is dead."

"Fortunately, a grandson depends on each other."

“…”

"The grandson is dead, too..."

“…”

The little girl blinked and blinked again and finally asked, "What is this book called?"

Fang Chang'an opened the cover and showed her: ""Alive."

She blinked in confusion: "Aren't you all dead?"

"The protagonist is still alive."

"oh."

The little girl nodded again, remembered the name of the book, and created a list of books in her heart that she would not read even if she was beaten to death, and included it in it.

Shen Chengyan said something was wrong, but he only came up and called them to come for dinner when he was about to eat. Fang Changan didn't ask him what he had to do with him. After dinner, he went upstairs to get two books and prepared to leave.

Seeing that he brought up the "Living" where he was completely dead, Shen Mo asked strangely: "Have you finished watching it?"

“Look at it again.”

The little girl immediately looked at him with a very strange expression. Fang Changan explained helplessly: "Although he has written everyone to death, it is really a good book. You can read it when you grow up."

Shen Mo pouted and turned his face aside, "I won't look!"

"That means you're still young."

It was Shen Chengyan who sent Fang Chang'an and Shen Mo back to school, and Cheng Mengfei was preparing to continue experiencing the big bicycle.

Because he had booked buns for a week, Fang Chang'an did not deliberately wait for the evening self-study to finish the get out of class. He registered before the self-study began. Then before the preparatory bell began, he came to Class 3 again and walked to the podium and tapped it gently.

The students in Class 3 looked at him in confusion, and several people recognized him. After all, the days ago, it was very popular to move buns every day. Class 3 was sandwiched between one, two and four, and it was difficult to imagine whether they could not figure it out.

"Hello, classmates, my name is Fang Chang'an. I have seen some of the students from Class 4 next door. Some of them may be unfamiliar with them."

"It's a matter of trying to disturb everyone."

"Everyone knows how the food in the cafeteria is. I contacted a bun shop outside and could send us the buns to school. It costs one cent per cent. It is a little bigger than the buns on the street. Some classmates should have seen it."

"If you have something you want, you can sign up for me. Book a week at a time, that is, five days, I'm in the corridor, etc. If there is no one, I will go back. You can go to the class to find me before the second evening self-study session today."

After Fang Changan finished speaking, he walked out of the classroom without caring about the reaction below and waited in the corridor. He saw several students in Class 3 looking at each other and eager to try, and then someone walked out with his head.

He did not find a spokesperson in Class 3. He could take care of it in the short term and then see who is suitable to give it to whom. Class 4 was going to be the first to hand it over to Wang Ke. Now she is basically helping, but she is still collecting money.

Shen Mo helped the reservation for Class 4. Fang Chang'an waited at the door of Class 3 until class was about to start. Thanks to the savings in the past two weeks, nearly twenty people in Class 3 booked buns since the beginning of the in-depth study, and there were more than one hundred and thirty people.

After the second evening self-study class, the total number of buns increased from more than 1,400 last week to more than 2,100, with an increase of more than 700, the largest increase came from the second year of junior high school.

Chen Chengyan first recruited two people, one was Xu Jing's nephew, Peng Liangliang, and the other was Zhang Fei's own relative. He was in his early thirties and neither of them had any experience, but according to Chen Chengyan's evaluation, they were both obedient and able to endure hardships, and they were quite satisfied with the implication.

In addition to personnel, after several days of contact, screening and calculation, Chen Chengyan has basically finalized the supply of materials, meat and flour that will be jointly cooperated for the next long-term.

He has a wide range of popularity and a special identity. Even if he doesn't make money, everyone is willing to make this friend. Although Chen Chengyan is not good at doing business, he knows to give in to others by nature, but he does not rely on his identity to reduce the price.

However, the price you get is still much lower than that of Zhang Fei and the others.

After calculation, the final material cost even more shocked Chen Chengyan.

According to Zhang Fei and his team’s original size, the average cost of all materials for each bun is about three points. If he wants to cut corners, he can further reduce it!

In other words, just now, the No. 2 Middle School has 2,000 buns a day, only counting the material cost, he can earn 14 per day, 4,02 per month, and deduct rent and salary, and more than 1,000.

The profit is not very high, but these are basically the "platter" left by Fang Chang'an. The real market has not yet been opened, and the subsequent expansion will basically be net profits.

This made Chen Chengyan feel deeply uneasy. On Tuesday morning, he drove over in a BMW again. After Zhang Fei left, he asked Fang Changan to get into the car and discussed with him that the price of buns would be reduced a little.

After hearing this, Fang Changan asked, "Does Uncle Chen feel uneasy to make money?"

Chen Chengyan didn't smoke, so he scratched his chin with his hand and sighed: "A little bit, I originally thought that half of the profit was very high, but I didn't expect it to be so high, and it would be 170% profit!"
To be continued...