Siheyuan: Open a breakfast shop and make the city cry with envy

The bustling courtyard suddenly became deserted.

Yan Jiecheng held the Daqianmen in his hand and looked at Xu Damao unhappily.

"Why? I can park wherever I want. You, Xu Damao, are quite nosy!"

"The alley is not your territory. I can do whatever I want."

In the courtyard, Yan Jiecheng and Xu Damao grew up together, only two years apart in age.

When he was a child, he suffered a lot from Xu Damao's bullying. Later, Xu Damao went to a steel mill and became a projectionist, but Yan Jiecheng still had no job.

The gap between the two grew larger and larger, and Yan Jiecheng was mercilessly mocked by Xu Damao all day long.

Now, the restaurant has grown bigger and stronger and made a lot of money, while Xu Damao is just working in a cinema.

How could Yan Jiecheng miss such a good opportunity to mock others?

"See? I spent 20,000 yuan to buy this. Xu Damao, you probably have never sat on it."

Xu Damao didn't buy it.

He raised his horse face, pointed at the car and shouted, "Get lost, I don't even want to sit in it."

"I'm telling you, move your car out of the way. You're showing off by opening a shabby restaurant. Do you think you can make 10,000 yuan a day?"

The two are diametrically opposed.

The atmosphere was instantly tense.

"Not 10,000 yuan, but 400 to 500 yuan a day."

Yan Jiecheng straightened his back, lit a cigarette, and spoke leisurely.

"It's just the equivalent of some people's annual income."

It is obvious that Yan Jiecheng was mocking Xu Damao.

Xu Damao works in a movie theater, earning just over 50 yuan a month. How can you compare with him?

Shoes don't fit.

After hearing this, all the neighbors were surprised.

They all began to praise.

"Wow, four or five hundred a day? That's amazing, Jie Cheng! My second son hasn't found a job yet, can he be a waiter in your store?"

"I can't even make four or five hundred this year. Our Siheyuan still depends on Yan Jiecheng. He makes more in a year than I will in my entire life."

"More than 100,000 yuan a year, enough to buy more than a dozen courtyard houses! Oh my God! I have never seen so much money in my life."

"Comparison is the thief of anger. How can Xu Damao compare? Old Yan, can you let me work in your restaurant too?"

This kind of flattery made Yan Jiecheng even more confident.

The third uncle also felt very proud, adjusted his glasses, and decided to have a good drink in the evening!

I have lived for decades, and this is the first time I feel so proud in a courtyard house.

Xu Damao, on the other hand, had a look of disdain on his face.

"That's it??? I thought it was this much, only 400 or 500 a day!!"

"How dare you say that such a big hotel only makes this much income?"

Yan Jiecheng's face turned red with anger. "Xu Damao, if you have the ability, go and make so much money!!!"

Xu Damao raised his horse face and said, "I don't have this ability, but there are people in our courtyard who are better than you!"

"Chen Ze's [Chen's Food] has only been open for a few days, and it makes at least 700 to 800 yuan a day! Maybe it can make over a thousand yuan a day now!"

"It's just a breakfast shop, how can your restaurant compare to it?!"

After Xu Damao finished speaking, the neighbors finally reacted.

Everyone has forgotten about Chen Ze!

Everyone in the courtyard knows that Chen Ze opened a breakfast shop and was recruiting people a few days ago.

Everyone was disdainful of this at first, but later they learned that Jia Huaihua only earned 50 yuan a month, which was more painful than killing them.

Fifty dollars, what a high salary!

"You're right, it's true! I went to Dongzhimen and saw a huge crowd in front of Chen's Restaurant. There must have been at least 50 or 60 people queuing up!"

"You know, it was only 10 o'clock in the morning! It wasn't even lunch time yet, and there were so many people! If you go too late, you won't be able to buy anything."

"I've been there, so I have the right to speak! I was in the store for over an hour. A pork pan-fried bun was eight cents, a leek and egg was four cents, and a bowl of spicy soup was eight cents! Chen Ze made over a hundred yuan in just over an hour!"

"Hiss... Is it that scary? We make 700-800 a day, which means at least 500-600 after deducting the cost! How much net profit can Yan Jiecheng's restaurant make in a day?"

Some neighbors who didn't know were all shocked.

No one thought that a steamed bun shop could be so profitable!

Everyone couldn't help but look at Yan Jiecheng.

Yan Jiecheng's face was gloomy and uncertain. He didn't believe anything his neighbors said.

How could a bun shop possibly earn seven or eight hundred yuan a day!

And there are only two people in the store. Can Chen Ze handle it?

He runs a restaurant, he knows it better than anyone else.

There are sixteen employees in the restaurant!

I earn four or five hundred yuan a day, and water, electricity, wages, and total expenses cost two hundred yuan.

The actual income is only two to three hundred a day, and in a good situation, you can barely make four hundred.

Chen Ze makes a net profit of four to five hundred a day with these few moves. Who can bear this?

"impossible!"

"This is absolutely impossible!"

Yan Jiecheng directly denied it.

"I work in the catering industry, I don't know how he can possibly earn so much!!"

Xu Damao was happy, "Believe it or not! Chen Shi Ji is right in Dongzhimen, you can see it if you walk over there. If you don't believe me, go and see it for yourself."

"You earn so little money a day and you still have the nerve to buy a car. Compared with Chen Ze, you are nothing!!! He is not as arrogant as you!!"

After saying that, Xu Damao left everyone behind and happily returned to the backyard.

My goal has been achieved, so why stay here?

"Xie Cheng, Xu Damao is not kidding you, this is all true!"

"Chen Ze can really make so much money in a day. We have all seen it."

"A few days ago, Chen Ze just finished decorating three rooms, and it is said that he is dating a girl who looks like a fairy!"

"If you don't believe me, ask Aunt Zhang!!"

One of them spoke to Jia Zhang who was basking in the sun in the middle courtyard.

Everyone looked at Jia Zhang, and Yan Jiecheng was no exception.

Hearing about Chen Ze, Jia Zhang's face darkened and she glared at everyone with her triangular eyes, "Damn it! You bastards, why are you mentioning Chen Ze!!"

After saying this, Jia Zhang picked up the stool and went home.

Yan Jiecheng's heart began to waver.

Others said he didn't believe it, but with Jia Zhang's reaction, how could he not believe it!

Everyone knows that the Chen family and the Jia family are incompatible. If Chen Ze really can't make money, Jia Zhang will definitely be the first to jump out and show off.

Now, her reaction has fulfilled everything!

It’s almost noon and I no longer feel like eating.

Yu Li was still helping the three aunts make lunch.

"Yu Li!!!"

Yan Jiecheng dragged Yu Li out of the house and walked straight towards the car.

He was no longer in the mood to eat, so he decided to go to Dongzhimen to take a look! !

How is Chen Ze doing now? !

"Jiecheng, eat first before leaving!" The third uncle chased out and shouted anxiously.

Yan Jiecheng got into the car and slammed the door shut.

He said unhappily, "Eat, eat shit!!"

"You and my mom can eat at home!!"

After saying that, he stepped on the accelerator, and the car left Nanluoguxiang with a puff of black smoke.

Yan Bugui, who was standing in front of the door, was crying because of the exhaust fumes from the cars.

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