Cai Gen automatically ignored the last sentence and asked again.

"Xiao Shui, is it 3,000 or 5,000?"

Xiao Shui shrugged, as if giving up something.

"Okay, let me tell the truth.

Since Hu Xiaocao came, the turnover has been neither 3,000 nor 5,000. The minimum is 8,000 and upward every day.

Your lunch boxes are all sold out.

Especially at night, there are all kinds of activities, including mahjong parlors, KTVs, bathing centers, and hotel Internet cafes. As long as they are open at night, there is a lot of activity.

The waiter was so busy that he didn't even sleep every day, so he had to teleport to deliver food.

You say he is a mountain god, but he will not do serious work to protect others.

Isn’t it a bit too much to sell lunch boxes here every day and also sell a bag of joy?”

Xiao Shui chatted beside him for a long time, but Cai Gen didn't listen to a word.

When he heard the lowest flow rate of 8,000 per day, he already had tinnitus.

He felt a little dizzy, and even with the tree mother as a strong support, he felt that the blood supply to the brain was insufficient.

Such a small shop, with two people, 100 square meters, selling boxed lunches every day, and a turnover of 8,000? Where is the limit?

That’s more than 100,000 a month.

That's over a million a year.

It will exceed 100 million in 100 years.

Cai Gen didn't dare to think about it anymore.

I squatted in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, smoking a cigarette, looking at the scene inside the room, and couldn't help but giggle.
Chapter completed!