America's Greatest Villain: I Defeat Magic with Magic

The next morning.

On the small blackboard outside Rongding Pavilion, in addition to promoting the reopening of the "$1 Fried Chicken" promotion, two new dishes were added in eye-catching red pen:

Old Cao's Secret Recipe - Typhoon Shelter Chicken Leg

Eastern Devil - Grilled Giant Squid.

All for just $1! (Very small print below: 1 serving contains either 1 skewer of squid tentacles or 1 fried chicken leg)

Rongding Pavilion's snack stalls had been closed for two whole days, but when they finally reopened, they immediately attracted regular customers who frequented the area.

There were rumors in the neighborhood that the food stalls were closing because the "fried chicken beauty" had resigned.

When everyone saw it today, Su Nian was standing there perfectly fine.

Not only that, but there was also a large, flat grill in front of her, where she was carefully pressing the prepared squid skewers onto the scalding hot iron plate.

Following the method Chen Yuan taught her this morning, she first sprinkled a thin layer of cumin powder on the surface of the squid tentacles to enhance the aroma, and then, the moment the squid curled up, she evenly added premium chili powder.

Finally, at the peak of the oil's sizzling, it's topped with a layer of white sesame seeds and the shop's secret thirteen-spice powder.

Although Su Nian's movements were still a bit clumsy, as soon as the last seasoning was sprinkled, an enticing aroma immediately filled the surrounding air.

The diners in line weren't initially interested in the somewhat eerie-looking squid tentacles.

However, despite the irresistible olfactory assault, some people still swallowed hard and couldn't resist taking out their change to give it a try.

As skewers of sizzling, grilled squid were served out of the window and put into the mouths of the first group of diners.

Everyone's taste buds were completely conquered in an instant by this unprecedented oriental snack!

Even at 8 p.m., when Rongding Pavilion officially closed for business, the queue outside the windows still stretched for dozens of meters.

The aroma of meat on the hot plate completely dissipated before the group of Black men who hadn't managed to buy any snacks left, grumbling and cursing.

After all, the grilled squid and typhoon shelter fried chicken legs are made to order, so even if they barge in and buy them for free, they still won't get to enjoy that deliciousness.

Inside the store, Su Nian and Hu Dan slumped in their chairs, looking utterly exhausted and resigned to their fate.

There were so many customers buying fried snacks today, it seemed like they were trying to make up for all the food they missed the other day.

Especially the grilled squid and typhoon shelter chicken legs, the kitchen ran out of stock by 3 pm.

Forced to drive several kilometers to a fresh produce wholesale market, Chen Yuan urgently purchased a large amount of ingredients, barely managing to stay afloat until closing time that night.

At this moment, Chen Yuan retrieved something from the cashier's counter at the window; it was Su Nian's tip box.

Hu Dan's eyes immediately lit up.

In the past, the tip box would be taken away by Boss Huang as soon as the store closed, as if it were a thief's den, and they could never even touch it.

Now that Chen Yuan is the boss, we can finally figure out exactly how much tip Su Nian earns each day.

She eagerly picked up the box. But after hesitating for a moment, she handed it to Su Nian, who was standing next to her.

"This is your special tip, you open it?"

Su Nian was also curious. She took the box and felt its heavy weight.

He gently unfastened the lid of the box, poured it onto the table, and Hu Dan, who was standing nearby, immediately exclaimed in surprise:

"My God! So many!"

On the table, loose change of various denominations was piled up almost like a small mountain.

The smallest denomination is a 10-cent coin, while the largest denomination consists of $1 and $5 bills.

After all, most people only spend a dozen or so dollars on a fried chicken meal. Plus, since it's not dine-in service, according to American custom, giving a dollar or two as a small change is usually enough.

However, although the tips per serving are not much, nearly a thousand set meals and snacks were sold today! The total amount of these small amounts is quite staggering.

Su Nian and Hu Dan excitedly counted the money; it totaled a full $248!

Su Nian's base salary is $8 per hour. Even if Chen Yuan promises to double it to $16, working 8 hours a day at high intensity would only bring her a base salary of $128.

In other words, the tips she earned today were more than double her daily wage!

No wonder Boss Huang always took possession of the tip box immediately.

Just as Hu Dan was filled with envy, Su Nian suddenly took out a large stack of banknotes from the pile of money and forcibly stuffed them into her hand.

"Sister Dandan, you helped me a lot at the window today, so half of this tip must be yours."

Hu Dan was taken aback, and quickly waved her hand in refusal:

"How can that be? I only help you out at noon and in the evening."

"Noon and evening are the busiest and most tiring times, so it's reasonable for you to take half."

"Stop joking! All those customers come here because of you. If I were standing at the window, I definitely wouldn't earn this much!"

The two girls pushed and shoved each other for a long time, but in the end, with Chen Yuan's intervention, Hu Dan got one-third of the tip.

After all, when there are many people, Hu Dan works very hard helping with packing, and she deserves to be rewarded.

However, Su Nian spent the whole day at the window, not only acting as the storefront to attract customers, but also being responsible for cooking snacks.

So she took the lion's share, and no one could find fault with that.

As the boss, Chen Yuan naturally earned much more than them.

Although the "$1 fried chicken" series seems ridiculously cheap, the profit margin is huge.

Take Typhoon Shelter Fried Chicken Legs as an example. Even if Chen Yuan bought fresh, chilled chicken legs at the wholesale market today, because of the large quantity, the average cost per leg is less than 10 cents.

As for the profits from squid tentacles, those are even more lucrative.

Chen Yuan did a rough calculation. That meant that the food stall alone had generated over $1,500 in net profit for the entire day!

Not to mention the huge queues outside, which successfully boosted the recovery of the store's high-profit dine-in business.

If this trend continues, Rongdingge will not only be able to easily cover its monthly fixed expenses of US$30,000, but it will also only be a matter of time before it becomes profitable.

No wonder Huang Fugui looked even worse than if he had killed his own father when he signed that $1 transfer agreement.

After all, in the eyes of those in the know, this seemingly ordinary Chinese restaurant is actually a golden goose that keeps laying golden eggs!

Just as everyone was preparing to leave work and go home, HR Sister Liu suddenly rushed over, phone in hand, her face anxious and pale, and said:

"Boss Chen... Stephen Walker's assistant just called the office. He said he couldn't get in touch with Boss Huang and found out that the restaurant's legal representative was changed yesterday afternoon."

He also said that Attorney Walker would come to the office at 10 a.m. tomorrow to discuss the three million dollar compensation with you.

Upon hearing this, Su Nian and Hu Dan, who were initially happy about sharing the tips, changed their expressions and their smiles instantly froze.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuan casually swept a handful of coins into the cash register, his expression remaining indifferent.

What's meant to happen will eventually happen.