Age Fubao: Be a group pet in the cannon fodder home

Chapter 69
Song Qishan glanced at Qiu Mei, "Are you not afraid that we will run away with our things?"

Qiu Mei grinned and pointed to the platform entrance.

"I'll just watch you over there, anyone who wants to run can try it."

Song Qishan was furious, "Cooperate with us to sell things, you came to be the supervisor, right?"

Qiu Mei pressed Song Qishan's shoulder, "Hey, don't be so excited, can't I give you a commission for every meal sold?"

Song Qishan: "How much?"

Qiu Mei: "How much is a meal on the train?"

"It depends on what kind of dishes are served. Stir-fried pork with pickled vegetables and celery are more than two yuan, and braised pork is more than three yuan."

Qiu Mei was startled, "So expensive?"

At least someone in Song Qishan's family was on the railway, so he knew the twists and turns inside.

Hearing the words, he said contemptuously: "You know what, the meals on the train don't require food stamps. There are special kind of people who have more money and less tickets to eat meat on the train, not to mention that there are two or three cooks on the train. Who cares?" Can you get a carload of people? If the price is cheap, a thousand passengers will order food, and you will be exhausted, and the waiters in the dining car will not be able to bear it."

Qiu Mei didn't think that there were such devious ways in it, and she didn't care about Song Qishan's dirty mouth.

"Okay, there are [-] lunch boxes with meat, and [-] are vegetarian. There are marks on the lunch boxes. You sell the meat ones for two yuan a box, and the vegetarian ones for one yuan and two."

Song Qishan didn't move, just looked at Qiu Mei.

Qiu Mei continued: "Whether it's vegetarian or meat, I'll give you [-] cents for each one sold."

Song Qishan snorted, "It's only twenty cents."

Qiu Mei rolled her eyes, "I asked someone to make the meal, and I sent it here. You are idle, and you don't like the thing that you can make money with just a few yells. This is a no-cost business. Thirty copies A lunch box costs only six yuan."

Song Qishan could also see that although Qiu Mei had great strength, she was not a person who liked to talk with her fists.

Boldly continued to complain: "Six yuan is fine for one person, but it's not much money for four people."

Qiu Mei promised: "You have all sold today, and the volume will only increase in the future."

Only then did Song Qishan leave satisfied, and called the other three people over to gather together and repeat Qiu Mei's words.

Li Tiegang smiled innocently, "Twenty cents a piece is not a lot, and can buy half a pack of cigarettes."

Li Jing also nodded, only Zhang Dagu was not happy.

"I don't sell. If I'm a self-employed person, I'll be laughed at. Only the most incompetent can do this."

Song Qishan glanced at him indifferently, Zhang Dagu is the most sensitive person, he usually doesn't bother to talk to him.

Li Tiegang snorted twice, "No matter how embarrassing it is to be self-employed, it's not ashamed to be a bastard."

He couldn't help it. His parents hadn't reached the working age yet, and the family finally spent all their money to get his brother a steel factory. Li Tiegang had to wait for his father or mother to retire before he could have a job.

Before that, in order to get some money, Li Tiegang could only listen to his cousin, and followed Brother Hei to collect some protection fees at the train station, and his family had already complained.

Now that you have the opportunity to make money in an upright manner, why not do it?

Zhang Dagu's chest heaved with anger, "Okay, if you want to do it, do it yourself, don't pull me!"

After speaking, he turned and left.

Song Qishan frowned, and grabbed Zhang Dagu's wrist.

"If you leave today, we brothers will have nothing to do in the future."

Zhang Dagu sneered, "You don't regard me as a brother, I still think you are worthless, following a woman's hook, it's really shameless."

Zhang Dagu shook off Song Qishan's hand.

Li Jing wanted to persuade him, but Song Qishan shook his head.

"Forget it, he already had an idea, and he's making use of it."

It's just right to leave, [-] boxes of lunch, ten boxes per person, so that he doesn't have to figure out how to distribute it.

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Note: hook = ass, local dialect.

What are some cute local dialects that say this?

(End of this chapter)