Catering God

Chapter 14 Mobilization before the Battle
The classmate was immediately upset: "Really? I came here with good intentions to advise you, but you have such a stupid brain, you won't listen to my advice and are so stubborn!"

The conversation here reached the ears of Li Guangjun who was sitting across the table.

He smiled and said sarcastically, "Oh, forget about Tang Wenjun. I can only say that everyone has their own ambitions. Tang Wenjun looks down on the hotel's salary of 100 yuan a day and wants to follow Jiang Feng to make big money."

As soon as these words came out.

The classmates around him also laughed.

Tang Wenjun was laughed at by everyone and his face turned red immediately, but he was tongue-tied and didn't know how to refute.

It was not until Jiang Feng came back that those who mocked Tang Wenjun and spoke ill of him behind his back stopped.

Seeing Tang Wenjun's ashamed and angry expression, Jiang Feng could basically guess what these classmates said when he left.

So he climbed onto Tang Wenjun's shoulders:

"That's about it. Tang Wenjun and I still have things to do. We won't be going to the KTV next time. Have fun."

Done.

He took Tang Wenjun and left first.

Looking at Jiang Feng and Tang Wenjun leaving, Zhou Mengyao shook her head and sighed:

"Jiang Feng is just too naive and self-righteous. Does he think starting a business is just playing house?"

Although Liu Hui next to him always had a good impression of Jiang Feng, she couldn't find any angle to whitewash Jiang Feng this time.

"Maybe I wanted to show off in front of you, so I was impulsive."

Zhou Mengyao scoffed at this.

She just thought Jiang Feng was very childish.

"By the way, Huihui, do you remember that I told you last time that the new flavor of marinade in my house was provided by a young man?" Zhou Mengyao suddenly brought up this matter.

Liu Hui quickly remembered this: "Oh, by the way, didn't you say that person is a high school graduate like us?"

"Well, my dad also said that he would treat that young man to a meal at the end of the month and was going to buy the recipe." Zhou Mengyao thought for a moment and said, "I must go and see who this guy is when the time comes."

When saying this.

Zhou Mengyao's eyes were full of curiosity.

"Tell me, there's a huge difference between Jiang Feng and others of the same age. They took the initiative to find my dad and sell him sauces, and you look at Jiang Feng, he's still daydreaming all day long."

……

Walking out of the hotel door, Jiang Feng looked at Tang Wenjun who was still unhappy beside him and asked with a smile:
"Why, are they laughing at you, or saying bad things about me behind my back?"

Tang Wenjun shook his head: "No."

This little fat boy is good in every way except that he is too honest and easily bullied.

"Oh, not yet. Look at your pig liver face." Jiang Feng couldn't help laughing, but he looked like nothing had happened. "In my opinion, no matter what they ask, you can just say four words, 'It's none of your business,' and it will be solved, right?"

Tang Wenjun suddenly felt that Jiang Feng seemed like a different person.

He had become much more relaxed and mature, but he was still curious: "Jiang Feng, what exactly are you going to take me to do? You can tell me now, right?"

In fact, he had no confidence.

After all, Jiang Feng and he are both students. They usually don’t even want to add sausage to a bowl of instant noodles when they go to the Internet cafe. Where can they get the money to start a business, and where can they find ways to make money?
Jiang Feng saw Tang Wenjun's confusion.

"You come with me."

After saying that, he took Tang Wenjun to a nearby self-service banking branch.

When Tang Wenjun saw the long string of numbers behind the bank card balance.

His eyes almost popped out of his head, he was too shocked to speak. He counted the numbers on the screen one by one, his lips trembling: "One, ten, hundred, thousand... ten thousand... ten thousand... one hundred thousand!"

"Over 500,000! Jiang Feng, where did you get so much money?"

"Shh, keep a low profile."

Jiang Feng withdrew a thousand yuan and then tore off the bank card.

These days, 600,000 yuan is not a small sum of money. It is enough to buy a 100-square-meter house in the provincial capital.

The two walked out of the bank branch.

Tang Wenjun still felt incredible, as if he thought of the plots in the movie, and the look he gave Jiang Feng became extremely strange: "Old Jiang, you can't really..." Jiang Feng immediately kicked him in the butt.

"Get lost! This money was earned legally and I'm showing it to you just to reassure you. If nothing else, rest assured. Follow me and you'll definitely have a good meal."

Tang Wenjun was not angry even after being kicked in the butt.

After his doubts were dispelled, he was also encouraged by Jiang Feng's words.

He asked expectantly, "After I finish this summer, can I buy a computer?"

Jiang Feng covered his face, and finally patted Tang Wenjun on the shoulder, saying speechlessly: "Fatty, how much do you look down on me?"

"Hey, I just want to buy a computer. It would be great if it comes with a graphics card. Li Guangjun uses an Instone G8800GT. I heard it costs yuan."

Tang Wenjun smiled naively.

Eight thousand yuan, although not an astronomical figure for a student like him, is definitely not something he can earn in one summer vacation.

"By the way, Lao Jiang, you're so rich, why didn't you refute Li Guangjun at the dinner table just now? That guy is so pretentious. If I were you, I would just throw out the bank card. There's so much money, even Li Guangjun can't take it out!"

Thinking of the scene at the birthday party just now, Tang Wenjun felt indignant.

Jiang Feng was surrounded by everyone and they looked down on him as much as they wanted.

Facing Tang Wenjun's doubts, Jiang Feng just shook his head and explained:

“Don’t show off your wealth. Being low-key is a basic quality.

"Besides, there's no point in arguing with them. When we do things, we have to consider the benefits. Even if I slap him in the face, what good will it do? Will it put a dime more in my pocket?"
"A person's mental energy is limited in a day. Instead of wasting time on your own things, you might as well focus on your own affairs. That's how you'll improve."

To put it bluntly, they are not on the same level at all.

Tang Wenjun didn't seem to understand what Jiang Feng said.

In his opinion, people live for a short time and should vent their anger when they are angry.

However, after listening to Jiang Feng's words and thinking about his performance at the party just now, he was calm as water from beginning to end, without any sign of anger.

It seemed as if he was looking down at Li Guangjun, the clown, from a very high position from the beginning to the end.

horrible……

Looking at his good brother, Tang Wenjun suddenly felt extremely unfamiliar.

"Okay, I won't say anything else. You'll understand later. Now I'm giving you a task. You have to complete it within today."

Jiang Feng said as he took out the thousand yuan he had taken out earlier from his pocket.

"This is your activity fund. Don't save time. Call everyone here."

Tang Wenjun's eyes widened.

This is one thousand dollars!
……

A few hours later.

Nearly ten people gathered in front of Jiang Feng's processing room.

The people were mixed, but they were all students from No. 3 Middle School or the neighboring school. They were all people Jiang Feng knew, or were acquaintances of Tang Wenjun.

Originally, Jiang Feng wanted to help his classmates make some money, but they were unwilling, so he had to let students from other classes earn the money.

"Classmates, I called you here today for one reason: to make money. I know everyone wants to make some money during the summer vacation, but unfortunately, driving lessons and other commitments have created significant conflicts in schedule. However, the part-time job I'm introducing to you today is my own project, and the hours are very flexible."

Jiang Feng began to "mobilize before the war". As he spoke, he held up a bag of black duck sauce in his hand and introduced it:

"I call this thing Black Duck Sauce. Next, your task is to sell it. I will teach you the specific sales methods later."

"Wait, Jiang Feng, I'd like to ask, how much can you offer us per day for this sauce we're selling you?"

A classmate wearing glasses asked a question.

He is the study committee member of the class next door and knows both Jiang Feng and Tang Wenjun.

As soon as these words were spoken, the other students also looked at Jiang Feng.

How much money they can make is what they care about most.

(End of this chapter)