I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Tie Jun was not like Fang Qing after all; he was more thin-skinned and couldn't let loose even at the dinner table. He thought of it, but he was still too embarrassed to ask his childhood friend to fulfill the boast he made when he was young.

He couldn't bring himself to speak, but Jiang Chen, who casually tossed 100 million yuan to his alma mater, noticed his hesitation and put down his chopsticks.

"Is something wrong?"

Tie Jun shook his head awkwardly, "No, I'm just a little sentimental. We all came from the same compound, so why is there such a big difference?"

“Junzi, you’re wrong to think that way.”

Fu Zili spoke slowly and earnestly: "If you were in a detention center and watched Gohan break through his limits and successfully transform into a Super Saiyan in the face of Cell's threat, you would know how happy it is to run your own small business and soon marry the girl you love and start your own family."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen was surprised.

In his mind, Fu Zili used to be a rather flamboyant person who wasn't bad to his own people, but valued material interests and had a rather simplistic view of the world.

But now, quite a few things have clearly changed.

"I've learned a lot..."

Tie Jun was greatly inspired and was about to raise his glass to toast the other person when the other person quickly turned to Jiang Chen and said, "During my time inside, besides the temple, I also thought of quite a few good projects. Jiang Chen, are you interested?"

Good guy.

I was just advising him to be content with what he has and that stability is a blessing, but he immediately turned around and started asking for investment?
"I'll fucking swear at you."

Tie Jun finally couldn't hold back anymore; he hadn't sworn in a very long time.

Laughter once again filled the barbecue restaurant.

Time is indeed the greatest magician in the world.

It led the four people who originally set off together onto completely different life paths, while at the same time allowing them to sit together as freely as before, laughing, joking, and scolding each other.

A case of beer was quickly consumed amidst laughter and banter.

The waitress brought over another box.

As time went by, the shop gradually became lively. Empty tables disappeared one by one, and even tables and chairs were set up outside the barbecue restaurant. Barbecue chefs were sweating profusely in the kitchen, customers were chatting and boasting, and the middle-aged women who earned several thousand yuan a month were busy with their feet barely touching the ground... The atmosphere of the bustling city was mixed into this more than 100-square-meter Junzi Barbecue Restaurant.

"There are actually people waiting for a table?"

Fu Zili, sipping his beer, looked away and asked, "How much revenue does your shop make in a day?"

"The best I've ever done was 4."

"Tsk. The gross profit margin of a barbecue restaurant is between 40% and 60%, and the net profit is generally between 15% and 30%..."

Fu Zili did some calculations, then laughed and said, "Why don't you hurry up and start preparing for the second store?"

Based on the store's performance, it can bring Tie Jun an income of more than 100,000 yuan per month.

A guaranteed income of one million a year.

In Shacheng, this would definitely make someone a millionaire.

"This has only gradually improved in the last six months. And your formula is outdated. Now it's the era of group buying. You can't compete with others without offering discounted packages. At least 30% of our customers are attracted by group buying every day, so the profit margin isn't that high."

Tie Jun, with a grilled fish between his fingers, said, "We should proceed steadily and surely. I don't have the guts to expand blindly."

"You're just too conservative. The fact that your customers are willing to wait for a table means your store is gaining recognition. At this point, you should seize the opportunity, expand your store, grab market share, build brand awareness, and create a positive cycle..."

“Boss Fu, I’m not like you. I don’t have such big ambitions. I’m just looking for a comfortable life with modest wealth.”

"That's how you think now. When you have kids, will you still be able to 'rest'? Times have changed. It's not like when we were young. Back then, we were the ones who were stressed, the ones who were stressed, but now it's the parents who are stressed. Only if the parents are capable can the children not be mediocre. So what if they score over 100 points? They can still get into a prestigious university."

Is that extreme?

not at all.

Because what Fu Zili described were all true realities.

"Therefore, there are no bad children, only bad parents. Junzi, do you really want your child to ask you in the future, 'Why didn't you try harder back then?'"

Tie Jun was both amused and exasperated, yet unable to refute it.

"Didn't you watch the news while you were inside?"

"So we can't be content with the status quo, we have to run, young man, we have to run."

"Why is our generation so tragic? We had to work so hard when we were children, and now that we're parents, we still have to work so hard..."

Tie Jun picked up his beer and was just reminiscing when the cashier at the front desk quickly came over, stood by the table, bent over, and looked troubled.

"Brother, Captain Cheng is here."

The reason why cashiers fill in "young" is because young people are quick-witted, know how to operate computers, and are less likely to make mistakes in calculations.

"Captain Cheng? Which Captain Cheng?"

"It's Captain Cheng from the Urban Management Bureau."

Tie Jun turned his head and indeed saw a large group of people standing at the front desk, seven or eight in total, dressed in casual clothes.

Is this an order to regulate street vendors operating illegally?
Although the rules stipulate that tables cannot be placed on the road outside the store, the rules can be flexible. When a barbecue restaurant is busy, which one doesn't need to borrow a road?

Moreover, sometimes the appeal of barbecue lies in the open-air experience.

Of course.

Rules can be relaxed to some extent, but as a boss, you also need to be sensible and tactful, which is essential.

Iron Army has also provided "sponsorship" to these relevant departments on a regular basis, which is part of the operating costs.

"They're here for barbecue, right? Let's get them a table."

There are rules in every trade, and the proper etiquette was observed. Tie Jun naturally knew that the other party was not there to cause trouble.

It's late at night, around 8 or 9 pm. What kind of urban management officers are so dedicated? Besides, it's impossible for them to be in plainclothes when enforcing the law.

"Well, but brother, Captain Cheng and his group are too many. The small tables aren't big enough, and we have to wait for a table at the big ones, plus there are already customers waiting..."

"I'll go talk to Captain Cheng."

Then he said to Jiang Chen and the others, "You guys keep drinking, I'll be right back."

Fu Zili watched him leave, then smiled wryly.

"Junzi has become like this because he was forced by life. I remember that before, he didn't care how much money other people had or what their parents worked for. He would just pick up a brick and start working."

That's because of the Law on the Protection of Minors.

Jiang Chen smiled.

Qinggege's remarks are always so insightful.

"Yes, we should all thank the country and the law."

Fu Zili smiled broadly and handed over two bottles of beer.

He said he would be right back, but several minutes passed and Tie Jun was still negotiating with those people.

Captain Cheng looked displeased. Even though you couldn't hear what he was saying or hear any argument, you could tell that the communication between the two sides was not very smooth.

"I gonna go see."

Fu Zili took out a tissue and wiped his mouth.

"Iron Army can handle it on its own."

“I know he can handle it, but it’s troublesome.”

Fu Zili smiled easily.

"immediately."

He then got up and walked towards the cashier.

"Captain Cheng, I'm so sorry, you should have called ahead of time..."

"Boss Tie, there's no need for so much talk. I brought a friend here to support you and patronize your business, isn't it?"

Captain Cheng had a fierce look in his eyes and spoke in a very domineering tone.

Don't underestimate him just because he's a team leader.

As the saying goes, it's easy to offend the King of Hell, but difficult to deal with his underlings.

The less power one has, the easier it is for them to scheme and plot, trying to maximize their limited power.

"Thank you so much, Captain Cheng, for taking care of me, but for the time being..."

"There will always be a way."

Captain Cheng pressed on, "My friends haven't had dinner yet."

"There's a barbecue restaurant nearby..." Tie Jun had indeed come up with a solution.

Fu Zili, who was approaching, was both amused and exasperated.

Junzi has changed a lot; he's completely lost his former recklessness, but his fundamental personality remains the same.

Then the problem is coming.

How could someone with such hard bones have managed to injure their leg?

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

Captain Cheng's gaze was sharp as a knife; his patience had reached its limit.

How dare a shopkeeper disrespect the head of the urban management team? Isn't that going against the natural order?

If word gets out, how will he face anyone?

Furthermore.

There are so many eyes watching us from behind!

If he leaves today, it would be a disservice to the uniform he's wearing!
correct.

He is not wearing a uniform now.

Oh.

Is this why the other party dared to challenge him?
Or.

Did he make some money, or is he just too easy to talk to?
Do you feel that your business is doing too well right now?

Captain Cheng laughed in extreme anger, exuding immense pressure. His patience had run out, and his threats became undisguised.

“Let me tell you, if you can’t arrange a place for us right away, there won’t be a place for your Junzi Barbecue Restaurant in Shacheng.”

Don't say it.

This is not a threat.

Scholars, farmers, industry and commerce.

As a law enforcement agency, the urban management department's responsibilities already cover street-front businesses like Junzi Barbecue Restaurant. Furthermore, as the team leader, Captain Cheng's network of contacts is certainly not limited to his own unit. Perhaps some of his friends work in departments such as market supervision, fire protection, and drug administration.

These upright officials may not be able to help merchants make their businesses successful and large, but they have countless ways to make them fail.

In fact, the solution is very simple.

We need to move a table of guests to make room for our VIPs.

In business, you have to differentiate between regular customers and VIP customers.

"Captain Cheng, why don't you wait a moment? I'll go and talk to the customers in line..."

"I've waited long enough!"

Seeing that the other party had finally understood, Captain Cheng became even more arrogant, "What I want is immediately, right now!"

Having just been released from the detention center, Fu Zili intended to cultivate his character, treat others kindly, and win people over with virtue, but life is always beyond one's control.

"Sorry to bother you, at your age, didn't anyone teach you the rules of first come, first served? Or did you not even finish nine years of compulsory education?"

The sudden sound immediately attracted the attention of Captain Cheng and his group.

They may have never encountered such arrogant people in Shacheng. It was clear that some people were about to swear, but they probably held back because of their status.

"who are you?"

Captain Cheng's eyes were gloomy.

"Who I am is not important, as long as I know who you are."

Fu Zili gave Tie Jun a reassuring look, then looked down on the group of officials who usually looked down on others.

"From the Urban Management Bureau, right?"

"Yes, how about it?"

Captain Cheng is very tough.

"It's nothing special. I'm just curious, do urban management officers get to eat without queuing? Do they have special privileges that allow businesses to provide them with private conveniences?"

Not content with a look of contempt, Fu Zili actually raised his hand and pointed at the other person's nose.

"The country and the people have not granted you such power!"

Awakening the deaf,

Why does that sound so familiar?

The group of officials, who were usually so distinguished, remained silent. Captain Cheng's face turned pale and then red, and his lips trembled. He was probably furious, but strangely, he swallowed his anger.

Ok.

The hat is too big.

Indeed, I dare not refute it.

Fang Qing saw the scene over there.

Although Fu Zili exuded a powerful aura, he deliberately avoided affecting Tie Jun's business and kept his voice low. Otherwise, if Fang Qing, a legal professional, had heard those words, she would have nodded in agreement.

"Why don't you let me go?"

Jiang Chen, seemingly unconcerned, continued enjoying his skewers and casually replied, "Small cities have their own operating rules."

He put a string of grasshoppers into Fang Qing's plate, saying, "They're high in protein and have high nutritional value for women."

"Good, very good."

Captain Cheng, who couldn't utter a word for a long time, stopped trying to win arguments. He was a law enforcer, so why should he argue with ordinary people?

His specialty isn't his mouth.

He nodded sinisterly to Fu Zili and Tie Jun, then turned to leave with his group.

It won't be long.

It only takes one night.

Tomorrow, he will make these ignorant fools understand what television and reality are.

Did the country and the people actually grant him such power?
"stop!"

Fu Zili smirked. "Your bureau chief is still Luo Da'er, isn't he?"

Captain Cheng suddenly stopped and turned around with a look of surprise and uncertainty.

Luo Da'er is, of course, a nickname.

But it really is their bureau chief's nickname.

"You know us..."

“I’ve played cards with him a few times. I told him I was out and that I’d arrange to play again another day.”

Captain Cheng's expression changed drastically. He was about to leave when he suddenly froze, as if rooted to the spot. His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out. His expression was extremely distorted, like someone suffering from constipation.

Fu Zili waved his hand, "Remember to make an appointment in advance next time you come."

In a short time, Captain Cheng seemed to perform a silent Sichuan opera face-changing act, finally managing to force a smile that was more like a grimace, nodding silently, and then hurriedly leaving with his men.

"With monthly revenue reaching a million, there's no need to waste too much energy on small fry; it's time to go and find a reliable partner."

"But we haven't had time yet."

Fu Zili put his arm around his arm. "It's okay. I'll make arrangements after you get married. Let's play a few rounds of cards first."

"Is it possible to win money?"

"Winning their money is fine. Winning mine is not."

Fu Zili released his grip. "Luckily I got there first. Otherwise, if Fang Qing had taken action, every single one of those people would have been in big trouble, and even their bosses would have suffered an undeserved disaster."

Tie Jun nodded in deep agreement.

"Yeah, they didn't even thank you before they left, that was so rude."

"These people have no sense of manners whatsoever,"

Fu Zili smiled dismissively and glanced at the couple who were casually eating skewers.

"Let's go back and continue drinking." (End of Chapter)