Treasure Appraisal: I Can See the Future

"Thank you, Brother Shun!"

There is no love without reason in this world. Su Qi chuckled and didn't refuse. He took the money and went straight to Lao Li's egg-filled pancake at the street corner.

After passing through the bustling crowd, he suddenly met a slender figure standing in front of him, grinning with white teeth, it was the arrogant little white-collar worker.

Perhaps because of her mood, Zhou Yuting was dressed in black today, with a black peaked cap, black oversized sunglasses, a black big fur collar, a black tight jacket, black leather pants, and black leggings. She looked cool and dressed like a don't mess with me.

However, the white teeth in her grin formed a strong contrast, which made people's eyes light up: the arrogant little beauty, I really want to conquer the pure conquer her!

Although she felt like she was from a different world, Zhou Yuting, a proud young white-collar worker, was sensible and polite when she saw her lifesaver last night: "So early!"

"Yeah!"

Su Qi grinned without saying anything, looking like an honest man who was at a loss when he met a beautiful woman and wanted to take out all his family assets: "I am going to sell fruits with Brother Sanshun. We just set up the stall together. Now I am going to buy Lao Li's egg-filled pancake!"

"Yes!"

Zhou Yuting, a proud young white-collar worker, stuffed the paper bag and a pack of milk in Su Qi's hands, pursed her lips and walked away without looking back: "This is Lao Li's egg-filled pancake, please have it!"

"Uh! Uh! Uh!"

Looking at the proud young white-collar worker who seemed to have done something good, with a shy smile on her cherry lips, Su Qi was left alone in the wind, feeling a little messy: Others were heroes who saved beauties, and beauties gave themselves to them. I was stabbed twice, but in return I got an egg-filled pancake worth five yuan. Why is there such a big difference between people in being heroes and saving beauties!

Eating Lao Li's egg pancakes and drinking the milk of the arrogant young white-collar worker, I rushed to Lao Li's egg pancake stall. There were four or five people waiting in front, and Su Qi waited silently on the side; a pair of 45-year-old uncle and aunt were making egg pancakes.

The aunt kneaded the dough, rolled the noodles and beat the eggs skillfully, while the uncle was responsible for making egg pancakes, brushing sauce, adding pickles, rolling lettuce, packing, collecting money, and making change; the two cooperated tacitly, going back and forth, and made a small stall very prosperous.

Although the stall was not big, it could make four egg pancakes at a time, and a pot of four pancakes was made in two minutes, with an average of two pancakes per minute. After waiting for only about three minutes, Su Qi got two eggs, paid and bought two cups of soy milk and left.

"According to this stall, if we sell two egg pancakes a minute, that's 120 pancakes an hour. Excluding some time loss, even if we sell 80 pancakes an hour, there is a peak traffic period from 6 to 9 in the morning, and if we calculate it as two full hours, there will be 160 egg pancakes in the morning. In Shanghai, an egg pancake costs five yuan, so 160 pancakes will be 800 yuan. An egg pancake costs about one yuan, so if we calculate it at 200 yuan, an egg pancake stall like this can make a profit of 600 yuan in the morning. Add in the total of noon, daytime, and night, and we can sell another 160 pancakes. If the uncles and aunts deliver takeout and buy 400 egg pancakes a day, the profit will be at least 1,600 yuan. For a month with 30 days, it will be 48,000 yuan. ! Wow! "

Thinking of the fact that the village chief of Xunbei City can do a small business and is better than a white-collar worker, Su Qi secretly calculated and immediately glared, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "If I had known that making egg pancakes was so profitable, I would not have gone to college, and would have directly switched to making egg pancakes for nine years of voluntary work. The net profit is 30,000 or 40,000 a month, which is better than any other job. No wonder there are news reports that in a crowded city like Shanghai, the pancake sellers are driving Maseratis. It is true that there are big profits in small jobs. No wonder so many people are scrambling to do small businesses in big cities. They can't resist the rigid consumption of many people!"

Since he had to refine his mind in the world, Su Qi forgot about other things and thought about everything in the world from the perspective of an ordinary person.

Thinking like this, he realized a lot of truths.

Carrying two egg pancakes and soy milk back, watching Shun Ge finish his work slowly, the two of them leaned leisurely on the stall, waiting for customers to come.

Tens of thousands of people live in a village in the city, and the living standard of the city dwellers is high. Various basic needs are indispensable, and the fruit business is not bad. From time to time, some aunts and uncles who buy vegetables, or some men and women off work, carry a bag of fruit and leave.

Apples that cost 1.6 yuan are sold for 5 yuan, oranges that cost 3 yuan are sold for 9 yuan, and bananas that cost 1.2 yuan are sold for 4.5 yuan. The price of each kind of fruit has doubled or tripled. Except for some damaged and discarded ones, the retail profit is also very considerable.

In just two hours, Su Qi secretly calculated that Chen Sanshun's net profit was more than 300 yuan, and it was not yet the peak consumption period after get off work in the afternoon. He couldn't help but think about those office workers and Xunbei's code workers. When compared, the money prospects were immediately judged.

But in reality, many office workers are often afraid of trouble, and one is afraid of trouble.They looked down on this inconspicuous small business, so they would rather find a company to work from nine to five comfortably than bear a little pressure themselves. After all, being calculative in business is not suitable for everyone.

Small businesses such as fruit stalls are OK in crowded places in big cities and in front of some hospitals, but they may not make much money in places with few people. Moreover, they have to stay up all day and night, and they can't feel at ease even if they go to the toilet in the middle. They have to stay outside regardless of the wind and sun, and their lives are far worse than working in an office.

After a morning of help, Shun Ge ordered two boxes of fast food, and the two of them added a bottle of mineral water each, and lunch was solved; with Su Qi watching the stall, Chen Sanshun took a short rest, and the two started working in the afternoon.

The afternoon was the same as the morning, but the business was much better.

After working until 3 or 4 o'clock, two middle-aged men in uniforms with the word "urban management" on their arms suddenly came over. One of them was fat and sleepy and said seriously, "Chen Sanshun, you are not allowed to occupy the road for business. You have violated the street management regulations. We will fine you 500 yuan for occupying the road. You should remove the stall as soon as possible!"

Looking up and down at the two fat men, thinking of the legendary fighting power comparable to ace special forces and the legend of 3,000 urban management officers pacifying Japan, Su Qi couldn't help but frowned: they are a bunch of lazy people. It's hard to fight against the old, weak, sick and disabled. Their fighting power is directly below the standard of minus five. Those guys on the Internet are too good at making fun of them.

"It's Captain Liu. I'm occupying the road for business. I admit my mistake and accept the penalty!"

Chen Sanshun immediately counted out 500 yuan from his small waist bag, handed it over, and said with an apologetic smile: "Don't be angry, I will take the things away later, you can keep the fine first. I'm very sorry for causing trouble to your work!"

"Be more careful next time, don't occupy the road for business all the time!"

The person behind collected some money, and Captain Liu of the Urban Management Bureau wrote a slip and handed it over: "This is your fine slip, keep it, and take the things away quickly!"

"Yes, yes!"

Chen Sanshun nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and repeatedly promised to take the things away as soon as possible. The two of them then left with their big bellies.

"Damn, vampires!"

As soon as the two left, Chen Sanshun, nodding and bowing, sat down on the stool, his face turned blue and he cursed inwardly: "I worked in vain for a long time again!"

"Brother Shun!"

Looking at most of the people occupying the road for business, and then looking at Chen Sanshun with a blue face, Su Qi asked carefully: "Just now they told us to move our things away, and they also forbid us to occupy the road for business, so are we going to move or not!"

"What the hell, don't believe their nonsense!"

Chen Sanshun said angrily, and then leaned in and whispered: "Ayin, these grandsons are just here to pretend, mainly to get fined; we really don't occupy the road for business anymore , who can they find to fine? Unless there is any leader from above to inspect, everyone should occupy the road for business and Golden Eagle, and they should be fined. This is the routine of these grandsons. "

Finding out the routine, Su Qi frowned slightly, but also knew that the general environment was like this and no one could change it. He immediately chuckled and comforted: "Brother Shun, don't be angry, there are ins and outs!"

"No way, I'm used to it!"

Chen Sanshun laughed and scolded, and looked up and saw two more people coming not far away. He couldn't help but frowned, sighed heavily, lowered his head and opened his small leather bag, and counted out the little red fish one by one, as if preparing something.

Su Qi turned his head and saw a man and a woman with serious faces, a red armband on their arms, and the street management office, who were standing next to a stall and took a stack of little red fish expressionlessly, and issued a receipt to the neighboring stall owner.

The two walked to the fruit stand, and the middle-aged man with glasses spoke in a Shanghai accent, expressionless, "Chen Sanshun, it's time to pay this month's management and sanitation fee! Because the cost of cleaning up garbage in the village has been too high recently, we have decided to add 500 yuan to each household's sanitation fee. You have to pay 2,500 this month!"

"It's increased by 500!"

Chen Sanshun's face was bitter, and he stretched out his hand to sign, but his movements froze. He immediately smiled and said, "Director Li, I have such a small stall, and there is not much garbage every time I close the stall. Can you be flexible and still pay 2,000 a month? Isn't it too much to raise the price by 500 yuan all of a sudden?"

"It's useless to tell me about the regulations above!"

As if he knew that the other party would pay, Director Li directly issued a receipt and said expressionlessly: "If you don't want to pay, you don't have to set up your stall from tomorrow, and you can save 2,000 yuan every month!"

"I'll pay, I'll pay!"

Chen Sanshun was immediately choked up, and quickly counted out five more small red fish and handed them over. He took the receipt and carefully put it in his purse. After the two walked away, he glanced at Su Qi, gritted his teeth, and smiled bitterly: "The street management office, even though this village is small, there are many departments. If you want to set up a stall here, you have to pay the fine for occupying the road, the road occupation fee, the sanitation fee, and the protection fee of some gangsters. "

"Uh!"

Just now, I was thinking that doing small business to make money is better than working, but in a blink of an eye, there are so many problems. Su Qi, who completely realized that Shun Ge's life is not easy, couldn't help but cast a pitying look at him, unconsciously sympathizing with him.

"San Shun Ge——"

However, at this moment, a female voice that was so coquettish that it was hard to set off suddenly sounded, and two modern girls came towards him with a gust of fragrance.