Bringing my kids to set up stalls, I made thousands of people cry with envy

Chapter 412 It’s not about money
"Excuse me, may I ask why you insist on calling me an errand boy?"

The errand boy couldn't hold it in any longer and asked the old diner next to him.

"Huh? You didn't know? Didn't that guy tell you when he placed the order?"

The old diner who was asked looked surprised.

"No, there's only one address. I saw the order and I just grabbed it."

The errand boy told the truth.

"Should I praise you for your quick hands or your bad luck?"

"…You'd better take a look at the little whiteboard on the cart in advance."

The old diner's expression suddenly became a little subtle, and he stretched out his finger and pointed in the direction of the cart.

The errand boy was full of doubts and looked in the direction the old diner pointed.

Coincidentally, a customer took a milk tea and gave up his space in front of the cart. The obstructing figure disappeared, and the small white board was completely exposed.

The errand boy's eyes quickly swept over it.

The last second, he was still secretly sighing in his heart: The street stalls nowadays are really bold in setting prices, the prices are not cheap at all.

The next second, because he read too fast, he could see all the subsequent words on the small whiteboard without missing anything.

In an instant, the errand boy's eyes widened as big as copper bells, and expressions of shock, confusion, and unwillingness to look directly appeared quickly on his face.

"???"

"What is this?!"

The errand boy exclaimed in shock!
"As you can see, that's it."

The old diner nodded calmly.

The errand boy always thinks that he has been in this industry for a long time and has seen many different kinds of people and things, so he can be considered knowledgeable.

But at this moment, he felt that he still did not have enough experience.

He finally understood.

It seems that this person doesn't want to experience the embarrassment himself, and would rather spend a little money to bear the social death instead.

Between the meager errand fee and the upcoming embarrassing social demise, the errand boy did not hesitate for even a second.

He turned around and looked at the old customer who had placed the errand order, and said firmly: "I'll refund your order! I can't do this job!"

The old diner was originally laughing happily, thinking that he was a genius for being able to come up with such a wonderful way to avoid reciting words.

Unexpectedly, when I turned around, I heard the errand boy want to cancel the order.

"No! You've already accepted it, how can you withdraw?"

"Brother, you have to have a sense of contract! This is a question of basic work attitude!"

"No... I really can't do this job!"

When the errand boy thought of the weird lines he had just seen on the whiteboard, he felt embarrassed and uncomfortable all over.

"You can do it! You definitely can do it!"

"This order is completed, I will give you a five-star rating!"

"It's actually nothing. Look, so many people in front of me have said it!"

"I closed my eyes, made up my mind, and finished it quickly!"

The old customer kept giving advice.

"Others are others, I am me... If you think it's nothing, why do you call me an errand boy?"

The errand boy shook his head like a rattle, and no matter what the old diner said, he remained unmoved.

The old gourmet was speechless. After a moment of silence, he decided to use his ultimate killer move.

He gritted his teeth and said as if he had made a great decision: "Stop talking... I'll pay more!"

"This is not a matter of money..." Before the errand boy could finish his words, the old diner couldn't wait to stretch out two fingers.

"Fuck! 200?"

The other old diners nearby couldn't help but exclaim, looking surprised.

"20! 20!"

The old diner waved his hands hurriedly, with a helpless expression on his face.

"200 yuan, what's so special about me? Even if you sell me, I'm not worth yuan! Do you think I'm a rich man?"

He muttered something, and then said to the errand boy: "After you buy it, I'll give you a 20 yuan tip as a reward for your hard work, okay?"

Well……"

The errand boy hesitated.

For errands like this one, which are within 1 kilometer, the price is usually very low, usually just a few dollars.

But if the customer is willing to give an extra tip of 20 yuan, it would be completely different.

The profit from this order is enough to buy at least two big chicken legs for dinner, no need to hesitate!

As for the 200 yuan mentioned earlier, I didn’t really take it to heart.

"That's fine."

After some ideological struggle, the errand boy gritted his teeth, nodded heavily and agreed.

It’s just reciting a word!

He closed his eyes, made up his mind, opened his mouth and finished speaking quickly!

If you think about it this way, it means you can earn more than 20 dollars in just a few seconds. This is a great deal, so let’s do it!

Seeing this, the old diner finally relaxed and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

Several old diners around saw this scene and looked excited.

Liu Sitong is one of those who are attracted to her.

Her salary is not low, so the extra 20 yuan is nothing for her to consider.

The only problem was that she was actually already very front of the line. If she asked a runner to come over, he might not arrive in time before her turn to order.

She lowered her head and thought for a moment, then patted her best friend on the shoulder and said, "Please save a seat for me, I'll go ask."

Liu Sitong walked up to the errand boy and saw that he had just reached an agreement with the old customer, so she went straight to the point and asked.

"Hey, can you contact other errand runners to come and help buy it for me? I'm willing to pay 20 yuan, but I'm afraid that if I place an order now, it won't arrive before my turn to order."

The errand boy was stunned for a moment and looked at Liu Sitong. He saw that she looked serious and was not joking.

His eyes lit up and he immediately said, "No need to ask anyone else, I can buy it for you!"

Anyway, it’s the same whether you recite the words once or twice. If one more person asks him to buy on their behalf, he can earn an extra 20 yuan. Why not do it?
If a few more people asked him to buy for them, he might be able to make a few hundred dollars tonight. That would be rich.

Liu Sitong felt really amused and helpless when she saw the errand boy eagerly trying to take on the job.

This guy is so business-minded and never misses any opportunity to make money.

She had no choice but to explain patiently: "No, there are too many people here today and each person is limited to one cup. If you buy it for me, you won't be able to buy it again."

When the errand boy heard this, his eyes widened.

“There’s still a purchase restriction?!”

Originally, he just thought that reciting those lines was a headache, but he didn't expect that there would be purchase restrictions.

He subconsciously looked back at the line in front of the cart, then looked at the diners around him who were eagerly waiting, and was even more shocked.

How delicious must this drink be to make so many people willing to queue up, recite awkward lines, and even pay someone to buy it for them?
The errand boy couldn't help scratching his head and asked curiously, "Is this milk tea... really that delicious?"

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(End of this chapter)