Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 297 You even want the pot?
"Then where's your wine? Where's it?"

"I'm sorry, the wine here is not for sale at the moment."

"Then why are you even displaying any license?"

Ma Zhaodi picked up the gourd and took another sip: "So what? Just because I'm not selling now doesn't mean I won't sell in the future. I'll bring the beer with me when I start selling kebabs."

Just then, an Asian man passing by was drawn in by the aroma of braised pork. He looked at Ma Zhaodi and asked, "What is this? How much does one cost?"

"Chinese-style handmade pure meat burger, five dollars each."

"Oh, that sounds good."

"No problem—by the way, we just opened recently, so we'll give each of you two loaves of bread as a bonus."

"There's bread too?"

At this moment, Ma Zhaodi opened the insulated box next to him, revealing a series of white, round flatbreads inside.

"Chinese handmade sugar-free bread, my friend, it mainly emphasizes health."

In layman's terms, it's like a small steamed bun.

This is the dough left over from making Baiji cakes. Ma Zhaodi estimated that there were enough cakes, so he simply turned the dough into steamed buns—at least not to waste it.

Is it tasty? Of course, eating dry steamed buns isn't as sweet as bread, but since it's free, I doubt anyone would have a problem with that.

Lisa finished her sandwich and then said to Ma Zhaodi, "I'd like to take a few back with me, or can you sell the meat pieces separately?"

“Sell it separately? That might be a bit expensive.” Ma Zhaodi laughed. “Besides, this thing can’t be eaten cold, so I think we should pass.”

Lisa looked disappointed. She bought two more steamed buns and then asked, "Will you continue to set up your stall here?"

"Oh, that's not necessarily true. It basically depends on whether my enemies will consistently pass through here."

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"Hey! You food truck over there! Stop right now!"

The sudden shouts set off alarm bells in Snart's mind, but his face remained calm. He turned to look behind him and saw several tattooed men rushing toward Ma Zhaodi's three-wheeled motorcycle.

“As you can see, gangs and street vendors are inherently incompatible.” Ma Zhaodi adjusted his mask and explained to Lisa, “Even in our area, this situation has only recently disappeared.”

Although he said that, his hands were not slow at all—after casually covering the pot of broth with the lid, he directly stepped onto the unassuming three-wheeled vehicle.

With the roar of the engine, the heavily modified commercial vehicle burst forth with speeds comparable to racing cars, disappearing into the intersection in a cloud of dust, leaving only two plumes of smoke trailing behind the gangsters.

"Damn it, he got away again!"

Seeing the two burly men's frustrated and angry expressions, Lisa, who was munching on a steamed bun, asked curiously, "Why did you say 'again'?"

"This bastard has been setting up a stall around here without any restraint lately, and he's been committing crimes all over the place. He's made so much money, but he has absolutely no respect for our gang. If it weren't for the fact that he always wears a mask and has a fake license plate, we would have found him long ago."

Hearing this, Snart's lips twitched. He finally understood why the food truck looked so suspicious—this kind of provocative behavior, like pulling a train, was extremely rare in Central City. If he were caught, he would probably be killed by the angry gang members.

Why not try a street vending challenge? That sounds interesting.

However, if the gang can't catch him, then the so-called revenge is just empty talk.

Of course, Ma Zhaodi also had something to say about these gangsters.

"How the hell was I supposed to know your gang was so diligent in collecting protection money? Coming five times a day, it's obvious the organization is broke and you're just here to squeeze out more revenue, okay?"

"I work so hard setting up a stall, earning a pittance every day, and you guys keep bothering me. Nobody in Gotham City has ever dared to disrespect me like this. Do you think I can tolerate this? I just finished modifying my tricycle." "These local gangsters are so damn rude and have no manners whatsoever!"

He grumbled as he rode his three-wheeled vehicle to a stop on another side of the city.

Despite the numerous troubles, Ma Zhaodi doesn't intend to directly take down the gangsters—after Barry Allen becomes the Flash, he frequently fights various enemies in different parts of the city, and if a gig is triggered, he needs to be able to sneak over to provide support in time, without appearing too conspicuous.

A street vendor being chased all over the city by gangsters wouldn't stand out anywhere in the city; this would reduce the chances of him being targeted by the big boss.

Of course, another advantage of doing this is that it makes it easier to find people.

Thinking about finding someone, Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but sigh. He walked along the road, looking around at the crowd.

"We've set up stalls all around the city center, but we still can't find Drake and Camilla. Where did those two go?"

"Hey, that food cart over there, I want to buy one. Holy crap, it's a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger)! And what's that next to it, a steamed bun? Oh my god—"

"Ahem, watch your words."

Ma Zhaodi looked at the bright-eyed Dongda student and corrected him seriously, "Back home, you called me Roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) and Mantou (steamed bun), and I didn't mind. But now that we're in America, what should you call me?"

"What's your name?"

"Chinese-style handmade pure meat burger".

"Holy crap." The fellow villager was filled with respect, cupped his hands in greeting, and asked, "And the other one?"

"Chinese-style handmade sugar-free bread".

"When it comes to creativity and gimmicks, you really have to rely on your hometown folks." Liu Zi clicked his tongue in amazement: "Shouldn't these sell for ten dollars each?"

"I'm an honest merchant, offering five dollars' worth of Delicious food. I'm fair to everyone, young and old."

"Damn, that's a steal—how much is this truckload?"

Ma Zhaodi was stunned.

"what?"

Three minutes later, Ma Zhaodi watched as Liu Zi called his friend over. The two of them, carrying a basket of steamed buns and flatbreads and a bucket of braised pork, struggled to walk into the distance.

It's obvious that the child has been missing home-cooked meals for too long, which has made him a bit like a hamster.

"Boss, will you come again next time?"

"Next time for sure, but when depends on fate."

Ma Zhaodi checked the time; it wasn't noon yet, but a pot of braised pork had already sold out.

Strictly speaking, even the pots are sold out.

This guy Liu Zi is really something.

After a busy day, Master Ma looked at the thousand dollars in his hand and couldn't help but smile like a farmer with a bountiful harvest—ten thousand asset points in his account, which allowed him to buy another one of the special ingredients for infused liquor that was available to speedsters.

[Eternal Vine (Top Grade)
Price: 10,000 asset points
Note: Drinking alcohol immediately restores one-third of your stamina and increases your stamina recovery rate by 50% for fifteen seconds.

Without a doubt, this item is an excellent supplement for speedsters who rapidly deplete their stamina and need to replenish their energy in large quantities.

(End of this chapter)