I'm incredibly ambitious after being reborn.

Chapter 4 Money Comes Fast
"Back so early? Should we set up the stall for dinner?"

The old man, who was taking a nap at home, heard the sputtering of a motorcycle. He glanced at the time and saw it was not yet one o'clock. He was quite surprised and came out wearing a white tank top, shorts, and slippers to ask, "How's business?"

"It's fine, don't worry."

Zhang Daxiang parked the car in the yard in front of his house and then quickly unloaded the goods. Although the old man Zhang Qihui was a "scholar", he had worked at the No. 2 Chemical Plant in Jiyang City all his life and was quite strong, so he came over to help unload the goods.

"No need for help, it's heavy enough."

After pulling the vegetable basin and rice bucket to the well, Zhang Daxiang washed his hands and face, then took off his shirt and continued working shirtless.

In just a short while, three, five, or seven aunts and cousins ​​came over to inquire.

"Zhang Xiang, how's the market for setting up a stall?"

"How many did you sell? Let me see... Oh wow, business is good."

"They must have sold at least the first two hundred, right?"

Women aren't stupid; since they're in charge of the kitchen at home, they know exactly how much food they eat.

I roughly estimated Zhang Daxiang's gross profit to be around three to five hundred yuan...

A little scary.

As Zhang Daxiang was unloading the goods, he said, "Business is not bad, but we are using a lot of disposable lunch boxes and plastic bags."

In fact, disposable lunch boxes, chopsticks, plastic bags, etc., are not worth much money. At most, you can sell one for a penny. You can easily find a wholesale market and buy a thousand or so for a month or two.

"And the profit? How much can it be?"

"Little elephant, can you tell me about it?"

"The profit is about four hundred yuan."

When unloading the tables, chairs, benches, and soda crates, Zhang Daxiang didn't hide anything and just told the truth.

The old man was flipping through the ledger. Zhang Daxiang's bookkeeping was not complicated. He made a table for three, four, and five yuan, and wrote a "positive" for selling a meat and three vegetable dishes for three yuan.

Finally, just do the final accounting.

"How could anyone make so much money?!"

“Is this how profitable it is?!”

"Over four hundred?"

"..."

The aunts and cousins ​​were all shocked. They didn't have any bad intentions; at most, they just wanted to watch the excitement. As for the mentality of watching a joke... they would rather watch the joke of "one person burning twelve incense sticks" than that.

The old man was equally astonished and speechless, then asked Zhang Daxiang, "Really? There really are over four hundred?"

"The money box contains both small and large coins."

Without explaining anything, Zhang Daxiang busied himself with unloading everything.

The women surrounded the old man, watching him count the banknotes in his money box.

This is truly unbelievable; how can someone earn so much right from the start...?

After all, even the best bricklayer in Zhangshi Village only earns thirty yuan a day, and the highest rate is no more than fifty yuan.

The village-run factory mechanic earns a little over 400 yuan a month, but Zhang Daxiang earns that much in a single day.

What's even more outrageous is that this is the first time this young man has ever set up a stall to do business. Is this all the blessing from their ancestors they could hope for?

The elderly woman secretly wondered if her uncle had accumulated good karma by having his grandson help inherit the twelve incense sticks, since the nine new incense sticks were from decades ago.

Pfft!
As Zhang Daxiang drew water from the well and used it to wash himself, he said, "I'll work until the end of the month. If business stays good, I'll hire a couple more helpers. The dishwashers don't need to come to the stall; they can just wash dishes and clean the house. Daily or monthly payment is fine."

These words were quite appealing to housewives.

If you're mainly looking to take care of children, it's much more convenient to work within your own family's home. Going to a stall with them is more troublesome. "Wujiatan" isn't far, but it's still a few miles away.

The women chattered excitedly for a while, some immediately inquiring about wages, some saying they would go back and discuss it, and some saying they were temporarily unavailable... In short, it was finally settled.

After the excitement subsided, the old man Zhang Qihui asked with a smile, "Aren't you afraid they'll also try to steal our business?"

"Having the will is not enough; you also need the ability."

Zhang Daxiang wiped the food counter on the large cart, then patted it. "Leaving aside these tools, just take cooking big pot dishes. People who are used to cooking on a small stove will need some time to get used to it. Also, when you take it out to set up a stall, you can't rely on people to pull the cart, can you? The weight is too heavy for most people to handle."

The soda and beer crates that were unloaded earlier weighed about 100-200 pounds, the vegetable basins and rice buckets weighed another 200-300 pounds, and the tents, tables, chairs and benches weighed another 200-300 pounds.

You have to get up early to go to the morning market. You can only find relatively cheap and good quality goods at the farmers' wholesale market around 4 or 5 o'clock. After 8 o'clock, the goods are cheap, but they are definitely not good quality. They are 100% leftovers.

This applies to both vegetables and pork, dog meat, beef, and mutton.

Another point is that building a long-term customer relationship takes time. Vegetable and meat vendors aren't stupid; how could they possibly give you wholesale prices and reserve goods for you right away?

The catering industry is a thoroughly hard-working one; you need to be diligent in almost every step. Only after the meals are prepared can you relax, sleep, or daydream.

"Hmm, not bad, quick-witted, that's good."

Old man Zhang Qihui had planned to see his grandson suffer some hardship and minor losses, but he never expected that his grandson would not only be meticulous in his actions, but also absolutely not confused in the slightest.

Moreover, he has a very clear understanding of things, much better than when he was younger.

He worked at the Second Chemical Plant his whole life, but when he was the director, he didn't have much experience in production management. He was already over thirty years old then, while his grandson is only eighteen now.

"Why don't you continue your studies at university? You can take the postgraduate entrance exam in the future. That way, you might have higher and greater pursuits in your life."

"I don't have any ambitions. I just want to save money as soon as possible so that I can continue the ancestral worship of the Twelve Houses."

"..."

"Grandpa, you'll have to put in a lot of effort in this matter. Since you're retired and have nothing to do, ask the matchmakers in the surrounding villages to urge you to find someone suitable right now. Make sure the conditions are clear, and if you feel you're in good health, you can marry her off as soon as possible. I'll try to have three grandchildren in two years."

"..."

The old man's body stiffened, his expression somewhat embarrassed. He said sullenly, "I found a matchmaker in Baojia Lane, but as soon as he heard 'one person, twelve incense sticks,' he turned around and left without any room for negotiation."

“Sigh, Grandpa, you’ve worked at the Second Chemical Plant for so many years, and you don’t even have this much face. Never mind, I’ll go to the main room to burn incense in a couple of days and ask a few old ladies to help me find out if there are any young girls who are short of clothes.”

"..."

For a moment, Zhang Qihui, a "scholar," felt like a useless old codger.

But damn it, this isn't right. Why is my own grandson more concerned about me than I am about him?

Zhang Daxiang, who was teasing the old man, was also putting his grandfather to the test.

Old man, you're supposed to be strong, but you're not good at this either.

(End of this chapter)