Catering God

Chapter 39 I Don’t Like Money
It was the end of August.

"After calculation, 80% of merchants have already paid the technology usage fee."

Tang Wenjun is reporting the progress to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng nodded and said, "It's great to be able to reach this level."

This is not a business simulation game. In reality, reaching an 80% payment rate is already very exaggerated.

The remaining 20% of merchants either run small shops and are unwilling to spend so much money to buy the black duck sauce recipe, or are still hesitating.

If Jiang Feng had not set a rule: paying the technology usage fee within five days will enjoy a discount of 12,000 yuan, and the original price of 15,000 yuan will be restored after the deadline.

I'm afraid we haven't been able to collect up to 80% of the payment so quickly.

"Now you are really rich."

Tang Wenjun looked at Jiang Feng with envy.

He was responsible for collecting money for Jiang Feng every day. Just by counting on his fingers, he knew how much money Jiang Feng had earned in one go.

Jiang Feng looked out the window at the busy streets.

The sun is still scorching, but not as scorching as in midsummer. The afternoon sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled light and shadows. The chirping of cicadas gradually becomes scarce, and the bustle of summer gradually begins to fade.

Jiang Feng stood by the window with his hands behind his back, shaking his head slightly, as if with a trace of melancholy about retiring after achieving success.
"You know, I still miss the days when I could make dozens of dollars a day selling sauce from door to door."

At this time, he had a cold 3.8 million lying in his bank account.

Lonely, lonely!

Tang Wenjun was completely upset by this inexplicable sigh.

What about the knife?
Where's my knife!
"It's just a matter of two months, but it seems like it happened so long ago..." Tang Wenjun curled his lips and complained.

Jiang Feng looked up at the calendar and smiled slightly.

"It's almost time to go home and pack up and set off."

At this moment, Jiang Feng really wanted to log into the forum online and post a question.

What is it like to go to college with 3.8 million yuan?
After thinking about it, he decided to forget it. After all, Tang Wenjun was still here, and he was afraid of being beaten...

……

The next morning.

Jiang Feng arrived at the train station unarmed.

Where's the luggage?
Junior Brother Sha took care of everything.

Where is Junior Brother Sha?

Junior Brother Sha should be here soon.

In order to take his good friend Bai Longma to college, Tang Wenjun set off several hours in advance.

Although the current traffic law has not yet enacted a regulation prohibiting novice drivers from driving on the highway, Tang Wenjun has only been driving for a few days and he doesn't dare to drive on the highway.

Tang's father had no choice but to take leave, drive his son to Hanchuan, and then take the train back himself.

Tang Wenjun warmly invited Jiang Feng to join him.

Unfortunately, Jiang Feng refused and just gave the luggage to Tang Wenjun and asked him to take it over first.

The train journey is short and the comfort level is high. Many people complain about the discomfort of hard seats, but it’s only a few hours and it will be over with a good night’s sleep. If you really take a car and can’t even stretch your legs, that would be torture.

Jiang Feng got on the bus, found his seat and sat down.

There were quite a few young people around me who looked like students, talking and laughing, their words full of expectations and longings for college.

The train started slowly, and the friction sound between the wheels and the rails gradually became regular and powerful.

Jiang Feng looked out the car window and saw the outline of the city gradually receding. The reflections on the glass curtain walls of the tall buildings looked like a flowing painting of light and shadow.

Although Jincheng is only a county-level city, it has several light industrial factories in the area, which have solved the employment problem for a large part of the local population. The economy is good and the urban construction is not bad, so it is not much different from the prefecture-level cities under its jurisdiction.

But this was only temporary. In Jiang Feng's memory, these factories would be relocated to the prefecture-level cities within their jurisdiction within a few years. The euphemism was for centralized economic development, but the real problem was that they were sucking blood. As the train accelerated, the tall buildings gradually became blurred, like smoke blown away by the wind, disappearing bit by bit at the end of the field of vision.

Telegraph poles flank the tracks, their shadows casting fleeting lines across the ground. Occasionally, a train crosses a bridge, the river beneath shimmering in the sunlight, its stillness a stark contrast to the roar of the train.

As the train pulled out of the city, the utility poles on either side of the track passed quickly, their shadows drawing fleeting lines on the ground.

Rice, just entering its growing season, and waves of wheat, throbbing with frightening green, undulate in the wind, like the breath of the earth. The train whistle echoes across the empty fields, announcing the beginning of a journey.

Jiang Feng withdrew his gaze from the window.

I thought I had gotten used to it, but the moment I left my hometown, there was still a heavy burden on my heart that I couldn't calm down for a long time.

……

Hanchuan provincial capital, North Railway Station.

Jiang Feng had a good sleep in the car.

We have arrived at our destination.

He stretched and got out of the car.

And outside the station, he found his junior brother Tang Wenjun, who had been waiting there for a long time.

"Damn, you have no idea how much fun it was driving all the way here. You didn't even want to join me. You missed such a great opportunity, and you're not tired at all!"

"Who's driving?"

"My dad."

"All right."

Of course you aren't tired since your dad is driving.

Looking at the lively Tang Wenjun, Jiang Feng was too lazy to roll his eyes.

Tang Wenjun's father, who had been silently carrying the burden behind him, has now returned to Jincheng by train.

"Let's go, what are you still standing there for?"

Jiang Feng opened the car door and prepared to get in, but saw Tang Wenjun still standing outside in a daze, and immediately felt strange.

Tang Wenjun applied for Handu University of Information Engineering... Oh no, it hasn't been renamed yet, it should be called Handu College of Information Engineering.

The two campuses are not far from each other, so they are basically on the same route.

"I...I'm waiting for someone."

"Who are you waiting for?"

Jiang Feng frowned, seeming a little confused.

Tang Wenjun scratched his head and explained sheepishly, "I met a few friends in the group. They were also on today's train, so I picked them up and went to school with them."

"Male and female?"

"female."

Jiang Feng's mouth twitched when he heard this, and he was full of admiration: "Awesome. It's you, Tang Wenjun, who are really amazing. You haven't even arrived at school yet, and you've already started to flirt with the freshmen in the same grade."

"I just like making friends!" Tang Wenjun said stubbornly.

"Who cares about you? Just pull your luggage down and I'll take a taxi to school first."

Jiang Feng didn't want to wait for anyone under the summer sun.

Tang Wenjun didn't care. He didn't want to change his skin before the military training. It wouldn't increase his attack power, so why change it so early?

Unexpectedly, Tang Wenjun hugged Jiang Feng's arm and begged, "Brother, Jiang, this is my first time. You know I'm not good at talking. Please stay and help me."

"You want me to stay and be your wingman?"

Jiang Feng's eyes twitched.

(End of this chapter)