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Chapter 375 The Richest Superstar Chapter 2002

The cold wind whistled.

Standing behind the pancake stand, facing the bustling crowd, Zhang Qiyang suddenly became very cramped.

On the way here, his shoes were covered with snow, which melted into icy water and soaked his insoles, causing the soles of his feet to crack.

The original owner didn't even have a pair of decent shoes, the most warm ones were this pair of non-brand knockoff sneakers that Zhang Qiyang wore on his feet.

Although it is a high-top style, which can protect the ankle, the sole of this shoe has been worn so thin that it may rot at any time, and the small toes on both sides are also worn out, and they were screwed on carelessly with thread. Yes, if it doesn't block the wind or rain, even a little snow will seep into the shoes. The cold Zhang Qiyang is really miserable.

In two lives, Zhang Qiyang has never been so hungry and cold.

In his last life, he was the son of the richest man, the cannonball admired by everyone, and the god of creation!He enjoyed all the glory and wealth in the world.

It's a pity that the good times always pass quickly.

The splendor of the past was like fireworks exploding in the night sky, fleeting, not even leaving Zhang Qiyang with many good memories.

He only remembered that he had walked a road to becoming a god.

The scenery on this road is like a hazy painting. No matter how hard he tries to recall it, he still looks back at the past through a glass window covered in fog. He even looks at the past with the most important women around him. He couldn't remember anything, and he couldn't remember what his four children looked like or what their names were.

It feels like suffering from Alzheimer's disease. All the memories in his mind are hazy and trivial, and they can't be strung together into a coherent line.

Some memories of the earlier id world can be vaguely connected together, but because of the long interval, these memories and emotions have also become very hazy.

It was like a mess of mud had been knocked over in his mind, everything was chaotic.

This chaotic state of mind even affected his IQ after he came to this world.

Not long after coming here, Zhang Qiyang realized that his IQ had dropped below the standard line, and if he tested it, he would definitely not exceed [-].

He can't figure out many simple questions and things now, but he knows in his heart that he can figure it out, but he just can't figure it out. This kind of pain can't be experienced by ordinary people.

This new body, this new world, was like a hell, completely sealing him away.

The possibility of his magical brain power being activated on this plane is extremely low.

Now Zhang Qiyang doesn't expect to have an evolutionary brain anymore, he just hopes that his mind will not always be so chaotic, and he can live like a normal person.

But even so, it was still an elusive thing for him.

Just like now, when he pushed the car to the bus station, facing so many potential customers, his mouth seemed to be frozen, and he didn't even know how to fight back to those who questioned his pancakes.

Since the pancakes are sold at the door of the house, the nearby residents all know that he is the son of Dajun and that their house collects rags. Who would buy pancakes from such a person?
A few of them were really hungry and wanted to buy some pancakes. When they heard from people around them that the kid who spread the pancakes was collecting junk at home, they immediately gave up the idea of ​​buying pancakes and went to the nearby bakery to buy egg-filled pancakes. .

Zhang Qiyang stood alive in the cold wind for more than 20 minutes, but he didn't sell a single pancake.

His body was cold, but his heart was in a hurry. The worn-out hat covered his forehead with several layers of sweat. He watched customers pass by his pancake stand. He just didn't know how to attract customers. To be anxious to death.

There is something in his mouth, but he just can't say it, not because he is dumb, but because his mind is so confused that he can't figure out what to say at all.

He knew that he had to change, but his brain seemed to be in chains, making it difficult for him to move forward.

Seeing that pancakes could not be sold at the door of the house, Zhang Qiyang pushed the cart bitterly, planning to walk two more stops away from home to sell pancakes.

But when he reached Di'anmen Inner Street, he was stopped by the security coordinator of the neighborhood committee here, and he was not allowed to do illegal business here.

In this day and age, not everyone can just push a small cart into the street to do business, and there are also urban management here.

If you want to sell snacks legally, you have to have a store, and you have to apply for a license. If you get the whole set, there is no way to do anything!

With the financial resources of Zhang Qiyang's family, they sold all their belongings, and it is estimated that they would not be able to raise 500 yuan.

He can't do serious business at all.

Under the protection of the aunts of the neighborhood committee in my own area, I can only make ends meet by selling pancakes.

But selling pancakes at the door of the house, everyone knows his details, and he can't sell any sales at all.

No, the worker was frozen in the cold wind all morning, from 09:30 to 11:[-], before he sold [-] single-egg pancakes.

After deducting the cost, Zhang Qiyang only earned a pitiful 3 yuan this morning.

In this era, spreading pancakes is far less profitable than later generations.

Although Zhang Qiyang's brain is not as good as before, he can still calculate the simplest accounts clearly.

Eggs in this era are not cheap compared to later generations. The unit price of eggs in the cheapest farmer's market is [-] cents.

Others such as soybeans, mung beans, flour, crispy, chopped green onion, sesame, sweet and spicy sauce, and oil all cost money. The cost of a pancake is at least [-] cents. In addition, Zhang Qiyang is a novice and is not very skilled in making pancakes. Based on the scrap rate, the cost of a pancake was more than [-] cents.

How much do pancakes sell in this era?

There is only one piece, the one with two eggs is one piece five, and the one with three eggs is two pieces.

The more eggs you put in, the more Zhang Qiyang earns, but it's a pity that no one who asked him to spread the pancakes earlier asked for more eggs, and asked for a single egg.

He came here excitedly, but he brought 100 sets of ingredients for pancakes. As a result, 11 pancakes were sold in the morning, and he ate one of them himself. It's not as fast as the original owner's father's army to collect the money from the junk.

It seems that this road is impossible, but Zhang Qiyang's brain is in a state of chaos, and he doesn't know when he will be able to get it out, so as long as he believes in one thing, he is not willing to turn easily, and he doesn't know what to do. How to make a turn, so I can only hold back all the injuries and tiredness, and sell the pancakes to the end.

It was finally warmer at noon, and Zhang Qiyang pushed the cart to the foot of the Bell and Drum Tower to continue selling pancakes.

The Bell and Drum Tower is not a particularly famous scenic spot in BJ, but there are many nearby attractions, such as Shichahai, Yandai Xiejie, Nanluoguxiang, and Prince Gong’s Mansion. Many foreigners like to visit here, but there are very few foreigners who buy pancakes.

After selling for noon, Zhang Qiyang only sold six pancakes. He ate two to fill his stomach. He was so hungry that he wanted a cup of hot milk, so he bought another cup of hot milk. In the end, he ate all the money he earned in the morning and at noon. It went into his own stomach, and there was not a penny left.

In the afternoon, with a clumsy attitude, he went home and studied how to spread the pancakes more deliciously and economically. In the evening, when he pushed the cart to sell pancakes beside the Bell and Drum Tower Cultural Square, he finally made a little progress .

Relying on the help of his old neighbors, he sold 21 pancakes that night, earning six yuan!This really made him a little overjoyed!
Of the pancakes sold that evening, two were sold to a young American couple visiting China on an independent tour.

It's a pity that Zhang Qiyang's current skills in pancake stalls are not very good. The pancakes are not very salty, and the quality control is too poor, so he didn't leave a particularly good memory of the food stalls for these two old beauties.

In this day and age, foreigners know that BJ’s Roast Duck is delicious, but few foreigners know that Chinese pancakes are actually delicious.

Zhang Qiyang failed to seize the opportunity to speak for Chinese pancakes.But because he sold the pancakes to foreigners, he made money from foreigners, which strengthened Zhang Qiyang's determination to continue selling pancakes.

The small bungalow where the original owner lived was at the foot of the Bell and Drum Tower.

There are many courtyard houses and cultural relics protection units in this area, but the original owner’s house is not a large-scale courtyard house, not even a large courtyard house, but a shanty house where the poorest people live, without a yard at all.

Rows of small bungalows are like lattice houses, one next to the other, and the area is extremely small.The distance between the front and back rooms is also very close.The alley at the door was said to be an alley, but in fact it was not an alley at all, but a narrow path, and the two of them had to turn sideways to pass each other when they walked across.

Those who have been to BJ Bell Tower and Drum Tower should have noticed that there is a large area of ​​such shanty houses on the east side of the square between the Bell Tower and the Drum Tower. Before 08, the narrow alleys of these houses led directly to the Bell and Drum Tower Cultural Square. Open your eyes".

Later, in order to maintain the image of the capital, these dilapidated shanty houses were surrounded by concrete walls, but the substantial dirty and messy environment inside remained unchanged.

And because it is too close to the Bell and Drum Tower, there are always beasts shouting to protect the style of the ancient capital of BJ, and this place has become a nail that no one can tear down.

In other places, it is always said that there are nail households, which refers to the residents who are unwilling to leave after demolition, but the shanty town next to the Bell and Drum Tower Square, the people have been looking forward to it for decades and want to quickly demolish it and live in the building, but they can't wait for the stars and the moon. To the legendary retreat.

Unfortunately, the original owner's house that Zhang Qiyang traveled to was in the most miserable shantytown. Even if he wanted to sell the house after its value increased, he would not be able to sell it for a price.

I don't know if it's because he enjoyed too many blessings in his previous life, but in this life, God didn't give him a way to live for nothing.

Not to mention enjoying the blessings, before his brain opened up, it was a small miracle that he could feed himself without starving to death.

In fact, as long as he has a more active mind and takes advantage of so many tourist attractions around his home, he can live a well-off life with ample food and clothing.

But it's a pity that he doesn't have any breakthrough ideas in his mind now. After he decided to spread the pancakes, he stopped turning. He had to earn back the capital no matter what he said. After returning to the deed, he felt at ease.

Just being so stupid but determined to be frozen in the cold wind for a week, Zhang Qiyang's pancake stall finally had some success. On February 2st, he sold a record 1 pancakes in a whole day, net Earn 60 bucks!This is the highest single-day sales record since he set up his stall!
Adding the 32 yuan he earned a few days ago, he finally earned his first 50 yuan after coming to the new world!

Although the amount of money is very small and he hasn't fully recovered his capital, but he can earn 50 yuan with his clumsy hands, and he doesn't need to spend a lot of money every day. Zhang Qiyang is really satisfied.

If he keeps making money according to this trend, before the Spring Festival, he should be able to pay back the 500 yuan from his neighbor Aunt Wang.

When he gets back the deed, he can live a good year in a down-to-earth manner.

In fact, after Aunt Guan Wang borrowed 500 yuan, Zhang Qiyang did not spend all the money.

After coming to this world and suffering from the cold for two weeks, all the stinky problems on Zhang Qiyang's body were starved away. He is not the richest young master in his previous life, he spends money lavishly.

After recognizing the truth of life, he now spends every penny very cautiously, one dime can be broken into eight-petaled flowers, and he will never be broken into seven-petaled flowers.

He managed to borrow 500 yuan from Aunt Wang, but only used [-] yuan, all of which was invested in the pancake business. He didn't even dare to buy himself a pair of warm shoes.I'm afraid that if the money is spent, it will not be earned back.

Now that he has been in the pancake business for more than a week, Zhang Qiyang finally has a sense in his heart, and he doesn't have to be so timid anymore.

After closing the stall that night, Zhang Qiyang was going to have a meal of mutton skewers, to reward himself well, and not to eat pancakes every day.

Eating waste pancakes for the past few days, he almost ate himself into pancakes.

It's been a long time since I've seen meaty meat, and today he's going to cook meat for himself!

Mutton kebabs in this era are very cheap, three skewers for one yuan. Although the kebabs are not big, they are basically real mutton, and you will not eat dead cat meat or dead rat meat.

A bottle of beer is only one yuan and a bottle, and a large slice of steamed buns is only [-] cents.

Bring five or six dollars, and you can enjoy a barbecue on the side of the road.

If you want to eat in the store, you can have a stewed meal with mutton skewers for [-] yuan.

It's a pity that Zhang Qiyang doesn't dare to go to the store to open meat now that he is so cash-strapped, he can only go to the roadside stall to eat mutton skewers.

There are two kebab stalls at the entrance of the Gulou community not far from his home. Zhang Qiyang passed by when he was selling pancakes. He was so upset when he smelled the smell of mutton kebabs, but he was reluctant to buy them.

Today he decided to spend five yuan to have a good meal!
At 08:30 in the evening, there was a blow to the northwest of the sixth grade.

The outside temperature is almost minus 5 degrees.

Zhang Qiyang put on a ragged army coat, and walked towards the entrance of the Gulou community, shivering from the cold.

As he walked on the road, he thought, in such a cold day, wouldn't those two string stalls come out to set up stalls?
Sure enough, he guessed right.

Usually, two companies compete to set up a stall, but today only one came out.

Because of the cold weather, there were no customers eating skewers at all.

Today, a 40-something-year-old lady from Northeast China came out of the stall, her face was covered with frost, she was sitting on a bench with her limbs curled up, and she was watching the charcoal stove to warm up the fire.

Seeing Zhang Qiyang coming straight to her stall, the Northeast sister thought that Zhang Qiyang came to collect the trash, and was very displeased, so she dumped Zhang Qiyang: "Are you the son of the dumb family? I don't collect trash here, you Get out of the way! Don't affect my business!"

　Thanks to "Fallen King", "Laughing at the World" and "Flowers Are Unnamed" for their rewards! PS: The chapter number means Chapter 2 of "The Richest Superstar 2", not Chapter 2002.The stories written now are all the stories of "The Richest Superstar 2".This book mainly tells the story of Lord Cannon, who is like Forrest Gump after his abilities are sealed.Starting from the bottom, his brain would occasionally have a flash of inspiration, and he would perform a supernatural performance, which amazed everyone, but most of the time he was determined to find a path and was about to go to the end.Friends who have read the original version can give some suggestions. If you can’t write this story together with "The Richest Superstar 1", I will start a new "The Richest Superstar 2" and finish this book.

　　
　
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