"Real Fake ......"

Zhang Jianjun's eyes were also a little straight, looking at the series of numbers on the ledger, especially the big "1200" at the end, with a look of disbelief. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I couldn't believe it at first."

Luan Meiqin sat down a few deep breaths to calm her mood.

"I did the math a few more times, and it turned out to be really true, really that much. I'm not wrong, you heard it right, we really made 1,200 yuan in just one day,"

Luan Meiqin said excitedly, the corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily, proving how excited and happy she was in her heart at this time.

Zhang Han looked at his parents on the side, and then looked at the numbers in the account book, and he was also very happy in his heart.

Of course, he also found it incredible.

In his expectation, the turnover and profit of the noodle restaurant at the beginning should not be too high, just like many restaurants in later generations, which requires a process of accumulation of fame and the formation of consumption habits of surrounding residents. Only after it has been open for a long time, the reputation has gradually risen, and the surrounding residents are also accustomed to eating here, will the income of the noodle restaurant increase steadily.

But he was clearly wrong.

He forgot that his breakfast stall was already very famous in the surrounding area before opening the noodle restaurant, and he also misestimated the consumption level and consumption desire of people at this time, and he misestimated the psychology of ordinary people to follow the trend, and as a result, today's net profit shocked him fiercely.

Although my mother said that the money did not include the rent of the store and the wages of the laborers, in fact, if you think about it carefully, even if you count it all, it is not much. The rent is 10,000 yuan a year, and the average day is less than 30 yuan. The combined monthly salary of the two masters is 1600, more than 50 yuan a day. The salary of the two small waiters is low, only 300 yuan a month, which adds up to 20 yuan a day. The uncle's salary is unconditional 1000, and it is calculated at 30 a day.

Add up all this money, it is only more than 100 yuan a day, if you calculate according to my mother's salary in the factory before, it is indeed not a small amount of money. But if you calculate according to their current income, more than 100 a day is still a problem?

Today's profit is 1,200 yuan a day, and the odd mother is too lazy to calculate, but she just calculates an approximate number, and the specific number is only a lot more.

Subtracting the more than 100, there are still more than 1,100 yuan left, that is to say, the actual net income of his noodle restaurant today is 1,100 quick money. It is still far more than double the income when setting up street stalls before!

Zhang Han couldn't help but secretly speak, in fact, when he first proposed to open a noodle restaurant, he wanted to say that he was not worried that it was fake. He knows very well what ordinary people feel when they see a high-end restaurant, and many people don't even dare to go inside even if they just look outside, for fear that they will lose face if they are shy in their pockets.

Noodle restaurants are not considered high-end restaurants, but in an era when most small restaurants only have two or three tables, a noodle restaurant completely renovated according to the model of a later fast-food restaurant gives people the feeling of being very high-end.

After all, Tongcheng is not the capital, although the distance is not too far, but Tongcheng only belongs to the third-tier cities, and all aspects here are far from being compared with big cities, including the thinking mode of ordinary people, and people in big cities are very different.

So he was worried about it at the time, although he also knew that his noodle restaurant would soon become popular. But if the business plummets in the early stage, the confidence of parents will undoubtedly be seriously damaged.

But now it seems that he is overthinking.

As he had previously considered, in the next four to five years, the overall economic level of Tongcheng and the consumption concept of ordinary residents will not change much, and if the northern noodles can be successful in two years, there is no reason for his family's Zhang Ji noodle restaurant to fail now. Success is inevitable, but being so successful still makes him a little unbelievable.

But in any case, this phenomenon is good, the first day of business has created a staggering turnover and net profit, which is definitely a very effective booster for parents to make them more confident in the future of the noodle restaurant, and also make their mother more confident in the way of doing business.

……

The noodle restaurant was an instant hit, and business was booming.

Zhang Han's comic creation has also entered a virtuous circle, although the two assistants are still tired enough, they have gradually become accustomed to this kind of work intensity. Not only did the speed gradually increase, the quality gradually stabilized, and as time went by, the understanding between the two sides gradually deepened, and the two assistants could better understand Zhang Han's intentions, and the final product needed to be renovated and the quantity was getting smaller and smaller.

Gradually, the time entered the end of July, and after accumulating enough 60 words of manga content, Yuto Ueno finally couldn't sit still and took the initiative to ask to leave for a while. As for what he was going to do, it couldn't be more obvious, obviously going to the capital, to the Shueisha office, to hand in the massive manga he had saved during this time.

The content of 60 words, 15 manuscripts in one sentence, adds up to 900 originals. At 330 yuan per sheet, these manuscripts are worth nearly 300,000 yuan, nearly 5 million yen, which is a considerable amount, equivalent to the annual output of a normal cartoonist.

Of course, Yuto Ueno had to report this situation, and he had accumulated so many original manuscripts, which he and the company had never expected. What's next, is to keep up this update rate? Or is it an appropriate slowdown? This needs to be decided by the company.

He had been working for Shonen Weekly for a few years, and it was the first time he had seen a cartoonist who could make him feel scared and wonder if he should take the initiative to slow him down appropriately. In the past, I have only heard of cartoonists dragging their manuscripts and magazines urging them, but when has there ever been a situation where cartoonists are creating too fast and editors can't help but be a little worried?

And most importantly, even at this speed, the quality of the comics has not decreased in the slightest. Counting the 8 chapters that have been serialized one after another, the comics created by Zhang Han are now enough to release eight single books, and the plot has also reached the level of the middle ninja exam. More and more characters appear, more and more ninjutsu and special abilities continue to appear, the plot is more exciting, and the quality of the comics is only rising, not falling, this situation has never been encountered by others in their lives, but now it has been encountered by Yuto Ueno.

While he kept feeling that Zhang Han was simply a pervert, he couldn't help but admire the other party a little in his heart.

The other party is just a 9-year-old child, but he has done a lot of things that adults can't do in a lifetime, and he can become the editor of this genius boy, which must be a blessing for several lifetimes. Recently, he has simply gotten along with Zhang Han as a peer, although he has repeatedly asked Zhang Han to call him "brother" instead of "uncle". But psychologically, he will still subconsciously regard Zhang Han as a junior, after all, Zhang Han's age is still too young.

But now he doesn't dare to underestimate this little boy, he has created a profit of at least 300,000 yuan a month, and once a single book is issued, this number will rise and turn, he can't accept it.

Yuto Ueno's departure means that Zhang Han's comic creation can finally come to an end temporarily, at least he doesn't have to worry about these things until Yuto Ueno brings back the latest news. The two assistants also breathed a sigh of relief, it has been a month since they came to Huaxia, and they have been guarding the workbench day and night, and everyone is a lot haggard. Now that they finally have a break, these two can't wait to have a good look in Tongcheng.

Knowing their plans, Zhang Han proposed to find a tour guide for them, but the two refused. According to their words, they want to treat these few days of rest as tourism, and it is not interesting to take a tour guide, they have to rely on their own ability to play. No, all maps in the Chinese language of the island they have long been prepared.

originally thought that they would never need it again, but they didn't expect such a turnaround, which made the two happy.

In this regard, Zhang Han is also indispensable, since the other party does not need his help, he is also happy to be idle. As for the safety of these two goods, he is not worried, no matter what, these two goods are crooked nuts, in today's words, they are called foreign guests. At present, the land of China is full of investment and investment, and the treatment of foreign guests far exceeds that of its own nationals. Even if he, the host, is in danger, these two goods cannot be in danger, as soon as ordinary people hear that these two people are crooked nuts, where do they dare to move their minds, at most they are doing something on some souvenirs, and they are just slaughtering a penny.

Personal safety, that is completely assured.

……

"Son, how long has it been since you went to Grandpa's house?"

One morning after Yuto Ueno left, Zhang Han was washing his face and brushing his teeth, and his father stood behind him with his arms in his arms, and suddenly asked through the mirror.

"Grandpa's ......"

Zhang Han was stunned immediately when he heard this, and then, countless memories poured out like a flood.

He still remembers that when he was a child, he liked to go to his grandfather's house very much, Huangcheng Street, Cailongbi, Toudao Lane and Erdao Lane, which were all places that left his childhood memories. There are also big heads, snot sticks, big chicken legs, and four eyes, all of which are playmates who live near his grandfather's house.

These memories gradually faded from his mind with the death of his grandfather.

Grandpa died, grandma found a wife, after the house left by grandpa was inherited by his uncle, within a few years, that piece was demolished, and then he never went there again, it was meaningless to go, there has long been a complete change in appearance, never to see the scene of the past.

Unconsciously, counting the time since the death of my grandfather in the previous life, I haven't been to that familiar place for twenty years.

And those familiar people eventually lost contact, and now that he thinks about it, he can't even remember what those childhood friends looked like.

Thinking back to my grandfather, even my grandfather's appearance has become very blurry, and I can only vaguely remember that it was a kind face, and I can only vaguely remember that the old man dotes on himself very much, and the rest is actually not clear at all. What's even more excessive is that how long has it been since I was reborn, and I never remembered to go to my grandfather's house, not once.

At this moment, Zhang Han's nose couldn't help but feel a little sour, and he hurriedly lowered his head to hide his emotions.

"It's been a long time, Dad, you can take me to Grandpa's house today, I have some ...... I miss my grandfather. ”