Confess That You Don't Accept It, I Change My Mind, Why Are You Crying?

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But the food street is extremely quiet.

There are only a few sporadic orders, and they are all from the cooks.

Those merchants who cooperated with Qianfanren all gathered in the fried noodle restaurant at this time.

The man smokes, the woman sighs.

Everyone has a sad face.

Didn't you say it's raining?

Didn't we agree to clear the clouds and see the sun?

Not to mention crazy orders, most of the merchants didn't even fire!

Some have even put thawed meat back in the freezer.

But this can't be tossed a few times.

Thaw and refreeze, thaw and refreeze.

Within two or three times, all the ingredients will be spoiled!

"I've inquired about it, and now they have a snack-to-table event, recommending restaurant dishes like crazy.

"Yeah, the fried rice that eats for the sky is much better than our fried rice."

"I also heard that the profits from this snack to the table belong entirely to the merchant, and Jiang Zhou doesn't take any commission.

"He's obviously trying to take away all the business!"

"It's disgusting, how can you smash people's jobs like this!"

"But what should we do now, this Qianfanren has no orders at all!"

Big Old Joe patted the table: "To be a man, you must have ambition, and you must not give in!"

San Mazi nodded: "If he wants to spend it, we will spend it with him."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone fell silent.

consumption?

They have to pay a day's rent for 4.2 a day here.

How to spend it with others?

Jiang Zhou didn't do their business, but changed hands to do the restaurant street business.

But they don't do takeaway, how much can they earn from sporadic individual customers?

Today is not the same as in the past.

Since the takeaway went online, the college students in these university towns have become more and more lazy.

In the past, crowds of people would come to the food street to shop and eat.

But now everyone is ordering food online.

Be an individual visitor?

This is definitely not an option.

"It's going to consume you, Daqiang is right, can the stepmother give milk?"

"Big Joe, it's all because of you, otherwise I wouldn't be released from cooperation!

"Damn it, prepare to pay liquidated damages of 5000 yuan, otherwise this business really can't be done.

"Let's go and ask Daqiang, he has a good relationship with Brother Xiaojiang.

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A merchant moved his mind.

Immediately after that is the second house, and the third house.

So everyone summed it up and decided to pay the liquidated damages.

After figuring this out, everyone went straight to the Daqiang Chicken Chop Shop.

Unexpectedly, Daqiang's chicken shop was closed.

There's a sign on it saying it's closed.

At the same time, in the last row of an old community outside the Fifth Ring Road.

There is a whole row of small gray bungalows behind the sewage alley.

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This gray does not refer to its decoration style.

It's because it has been in disrepair for a long time, and the last paint has become dirty.

In the fifth house in the alley, when you open the door, you will find a small room of less than thirty square meters.

Because it was not sunny, the room was dark.

There is a big bed against the east wall, with a woman leaning on the head of the bed.

Next to it is a small bed and a writing desk.

There is a little girl with braids at the desk, who is doing her homework.

Jiang Zhou walked into the house with milk and a dozen catties of pork.

"I came in a hurry, I didn't bring anything, don't mind, Daqiang."

"Brother Jiang, you said that you brought something when you came to play, we are also embarrassed."

Jiang Zhou waved his hand 30, looked at the woman on the bed: "How is sister-in-law now?"

Daqiang sighed: "The condition has stabilized a bit, but I still have no strength, so I can only lie on the bed and sleep."

"Is there no hospital that can find out the cause?"

"Since two years ago, I have taken her to see doctors from all over the world. Who knows that every hospital has a different theory, and it is ALS and this and that. I don't know who to believe."

Jiang Zhou remained silent, looking at the yellow and thin woman with some regret.

The hemp rope is cut at the delicate point, and bad luck only finds the poor.

There is really nothing fair in life.

His mood was a little heavy at this time.

So he turned his head and glanced at the girl sitting in front of the desk.

"What grade is the little girl in?"

Daqiang's daughter turned her head: "I'm in the third grade!"

Jiang Zhou looked at Daqiang: "It's nice to have a daughter, it's heart-warming to see, right?"

Daqiang chuckled and said, "I've been muddleheaded all my life, so I can be happier just watching her."

"Don't be discouraged, as long as you work hard, life will get better day by day."

"I understand, I won't give up."

Jiang Zhou nodded: "In the past few days, I need you to help me appease the merchants in the food street who have not terminated their contracts, so that they can be more at ease and stop thinking about things."

Daqiang raised his head: "Why?"

"The snack-to-table event will last for a week, and [-] restaurants will be on the top in a row. This will greatly reduce your food street orders."

"What about... a week from now?"

"You don't have to worry about this. I will withdraw the withdrawal in a week. At that time, the price of small bowls of dishes will definitely become more expensive, and the traffic will slowly return to the food street."

Hearing this sentence, Daqiang was a little relieved.

The current food street is all supported by takeaway orders.

If the traffic cannot come back, it will be a serious blow to all merchants.

At this moment, Jiang Zhou patted him on the shoulder, got up and left.

Today's rice cookers have spread to major cities.

The food street in Shangjing University City is no longer impressive to him.

But you still can't forget your original intention.

Especially those who supported themselves in the early days of their business.

In this way, he is still a long way from being a ruthless capitalist.

Jiang Zhou drove back to Shangjing University in a wobbly car.

But before he entered the school gate, his car was stopped by someone.

The man was pale, with disheveled hair, looking at him with red eyes.