Liu Lang followed Qiao Bei to the intersection of Laojie Road, and at a roadside stall, he was finally given a bowl of white porridge and three steamed buns by Qiao Bei.

"Little North...... Father. Liu Lang is now beginning to regret letting Qiao Bei take care of the money, and he was even forced to change his title.

"What's going on with Aiqing?" Qiao Bei gulped the white porridge in the bowl without raising his head.

"Can you give Mojiang another bowl of cold beef? I only need a small dish, estimated to be around five dollars......"

"Quasi-play!"

Qiao Bei waved his hand and asked for a small plate of cold beef. As soon as the boss brought it up, Qiao Bei took the chopsticks and hula, and slashed most of them into his bowl.

"Xiaobei, your uncle's ......" Liu Lang looked at the remaining two or three pieces of beef scraps in the dish and was furious.

"Oh, dare to resist?" Qiao Bei raised his chopsticks and was about to come over to grab the beef again, Liu Lang was in a hurry, grabbed the small plate, and poured it into his bowl.

"Huang Shiren didn't do this to Yang Bailao, especially five yuan beef, I haven't eaten five cents yet......"

", you're Huang Shiren! Lao Tzu is Mingjun! Boss, another plate of beef! Qiao Bei took out the change in his pocket and found that the money was no longer enough.

Qiao Bei immediately changed his words: "What's that...... Save it for tomorrow, this good thing is just to taste it. ”

"Ouch, you killed me!" Liu Lang couldn't stand it anymore: "When I go back, I ask my brother for money, let's have three bowls of soup according to this!" ”

"You loser, isn't your brother's money money? I haven't made this special money yet, and I think about eating and eating all day long...... Hurry up, our task today is to earn at least a hundred dollars. ”

"How do you earn it?" Liu Lang looked up at Qiao Bei.

"Hmm...... I'm still thinking about this, but today is to sell blood, and I have to take a hundred yuan to go home! "What Qiao Bei said was categorical.

Liu Lang glanced at Qiao Bei and said with disdain: "You? Come on! You are so skinny, if you take a tube of blood, you will have to be drained! ”

"Don't look at the young master's thinness, the young master is very capable of fighting! Withdrawn! ”

Qiao Beiqiang pulled Liu Lang, who was only half full, to the vegetable market.

After thinking about it for a few days, Qiao Bei felt that the ancients said that the market must be beneficial where there is a market. I haven't figured out how to make money yet, but I have to go to the market first to see how others make money.

Market research, so why not come to the market to investigate?

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Before that, Qiao Bei often came to the vegetable market.

Li Guohua was an alcoholic, and basically didn't care about Qiao Bei's warmth problem. Qiao Bei either eats from the east and eats at the west, or he takes money from Li Guohua's clothes pocket to come to the vegetable market, buy good vegetables, and then wait for Li Guohua to wake up.

Qiao Bei can't cook, but Li Guohua drinks to serve alcohol.

Later, when he moved back to his own house, Qiao Bei still lived alone, but he still couldn't cook because the school had a cafeteria.

On weekends, Liu Lang was pulled back, and all kinds of coercion and temptation allowed Liu Lang to enter the kitchen, and occasionally Lu Weiwei stole big fish and meat from home and beat his teeth.

But the vegetable market is the only market that Qiao Bei is familiar with, because except for buying vegetables, he is reluctant to go around the big shopping malls outside, except for various promotional activities.

What's more, Liu Lang's brother Liu Jianjun set up a stall in the morning market to sell live poultry, which was killed and dissected, so that it looked fresh.

Qiao Bei often follows Liu Lang to help Liu Jianjun watch the stalls, and then justifiably rub a big meal, Liu Jianjun's stalls, there are always chickens, ducks, geese and even pigeons that cannot be sold.

"Brother Jun~" Qiao Bei squatted next to Liu Jianjun and watched him kill chickens. This is more addictive for Qiao Bei than watching martial arts movies, because Liu Jianjun's sword skills are indeed fast and clever.

A live chicken starts from the first knife to cut the neck, and it is handled by Liu Jianjun in less than a few minutes, there is not a single hair left, the internal organs are cleaned and stuffed into the chicken belly, the bag is loaded inside, handed to the guest, and the money is collected.

"Xiaobei, why are you here?" Liu Jianjun was busy counting and killing chickens, and smiled at Qiao Bei.

"I'm okay at home, come and see you. Oh, Brother Jun, your right hand calloon is thick again, didn't you change it last time when you asked you to change your hand? ”

"Get out! How many times have I said that Lao Tzu is holding a knife. ”

"Who believes? Isn't this knife the same size as yours? Brother Jun, I'm curious, you exercise on the handle of the knife every day, and go back to practice, right? ”

"I cut your cock ......" Liu Jianjun scolded with a smile, and a knife less than half a foot long in his right hand turned in his hand, and Qiao Bei was so frightened that he immediately ran away three meters.

"You scared me when you were a kid, but now you can still scare me? Can you still cut your little Beiye's rock-hard steel cannon with your broken knife? ”

Standing in the distance, Qiao Bei shouted all kinds of clamours.

"! Don't hit me with your toothpick. Liu Jianjun scolded.

Liu Jianjun also died early in his father's mother, when Liu Lang was less than seven years old, forcing Liu Jianjun to drop out of school in his teens to earn a living.

In this market, he has been selling live poultry for more than ten years, and a person under the age of thirty has carved folds on his face with the wind knife of the years, and he is usually unkempt, and he looks like a little old man in his early forties at a cold glance.

At that time, Qiao Bei's father helped Liu Jianjun a lot, because Liu Jianjun also regarded Qiao Bei as his younger brother.

Of course, he won't beat Liu Lang like that, because Qiao Bei's academic performance has been good before, and he can be called excellent in character and learning.

"Hey, Brother Jun, I think you better hurry up and find a daughter-in-law, look at the cocoons in your hands, this has to be masturbated again, so what should be gone......"

"You kid just don't clean up." Liu Jianjun scolded Qiao Bei with a smile, and finished all the chickens bought by the guests, and then asked Liu Lang, who was helping to carry the bag next to him, "Where have you been these days?" Don't even have a letter? ”

"Stay at home with Xiaobei." Liu Lang took the money given by the guest and made change in the box, while answering.

Liu Jianjun then asked, "Is it interesting to be wandering all day?" ”

The eldest brother is like a father, Liu Lang was trained by Liu Jianjun and didn't even dare to let go of a fart, he was really afraid of Liu Jianjun, it was a kind of awe.

Since he was sensible, he actually understood in his heart that it was not easy for his brother.

"Brother Jun, who said that we are hanging around all day? We've been talking about something great these days. Qiao Bei took the knife that Liu Jianjun put on the edge of the pool, slashed twice, and shouted: "Who dares to cross the knife immediately, only I am the little master of the Qiao family!" ”

"Don't move my sword!" Liu Jianjun yelled, but it was useless, Qiao Bei was playful and didn't answer him at all.

After playing for a while, Qiao Bei remembered what he was doing today. put down the knife, leaned next to Liu Jianjun, who was smoking, and said with a smile: "Brother Jun, what do you say is the most profitable thing in this morning market?" ”

"What? Do you still want to toss in the vegetable market? ”

"Well, I've been thinking about this for a few days, and as you said, people have to do something serious. But I don't know where to start, no, I'll get some scriptures from you~"

Qiao Bei smiled at Liu Jianjun: "Brother Jun, how can you reveal your business secrets?" ”

"I'm enough to do this little wave, you? I can't do it. Liu Jianjun glanced at Qiao Bei and shook his head.

"Why?"

"In my stall, when business is good in the morning, I have to kill nearly 100 in one morning. It's normal to catch up with which canteen to add food, two or three hundred, it takes you an hour or two to cut a chicken, you tell me, can you do this job? ”

Qiao Bei looked up at the sky, pinched the calculation in his hand, and said something in his mouth: "Three hundred birds a day, an average of forty yuan a piece, three forty-two, three hundred live birds, that is, 1,200 yuan, no, it is 12,000 yuan...... Wow, Brother Jun, you have 10,000 yuan in a day? ”

Qiao Bei looked at Liu Jianjun with wide eyes, like looking at the landlord's old wealth.

"How can there be so many? Usually there are only seventy or eighty, less than a hundred. ”

"One hundred, that's four thousand, four thousand a day, one hundred and twenty thousand a month...... Brother Jun, from today onwards, I decided to mess with you! The kind you can't kill with a knife! Qiao Bei looked at Liu Jianjun firmly.

Liu Jianjun looked at Qiao Bei with a smile, shook his head, and scolded: "Xiaobei, why doesn't this cost anything?" Don't you need to rent a stall every month? Don't you have to pay the morning market management fee? Are you not allowed to eat, live, or socialize? ”

"Hey, Brother Jun, wait a minute, I'll do the math first." Qiao Bei raised his head again and calculated: "You earn ten yuan for a chicken, you earn a thousand yuan a day, 30,000 yuan a month, remove the rent of the stall, and the living expenses are 5,000 for you, wow, 25,000 yuan a month......

"What a fool~" Liu Jianjun scolded with a smile.

"Brother Jun, I mean it!"

"Cheng, you kill ten chickens today, and when you're done, I'll stew chicken soup for you."

"Oh! I'll show you a Qiao's quick knife stunt, Brother Jun, I promise it's the kind you can't see in the blink of an eye. ”

Qiao Bei rushed to catch chickens in the live poultry cage. But at this time, the chickens had been sold out, and there were only two live birds left, ducks and geese, Qiao Bei naturally did not give up, reached out and grabbed a duck in the cage, turned to Liu Jianjun and said, "Brother Jun, did I really kill it?" ”

"Let's kill it, a restaurant will come over at noon to get two." Liu Jianjun looked at Qiao Bei with a smile.

"Look! Kill! Qiao Bei, who never kills chickens, plucked up his courage and slashed it with a knife.

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An hour later, Liu Lang next to him looked at Qiao Bei, who was still fighting with duck feathers, and said with a smile: "I have already finished a duck, you haven't finished half of this hair, can you do it?" ”

"Slow work makes fine work, you know what?" Qiao Bei's two sleeves were already stained with duck feathers.

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Two hours later, Qiao Bei sat at the door of the stall and said to Liu Jianjun, who was smiling at him: "Brother Jun, I decided to give up, this job is more advanced than high technology......"

"Don't, there are nine more, I'm going to stew duck soup tonight!"

"Don't say it, Brother Jun, I'm desperate, don't persuade me anymore......"

"There wasn't any duck soup that night."

"Just order the duck skeleton casually, Brother Jun, you know, I'm not picky......"

Liu Jianjun slapped Qiao Bei's head on the head, and scolded with a smile: "Hun boy, have you been working for nothing for more than ten years?" Three minutes of heat, and the smell of Niu B is sky-high! ”

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At half past one o'clock in the afternoon, after simply picking up the boxed lunch delivered by the fast food restaurant opposite, Qiao Bei leaned next to Liu Jianjun and asked, "Brother Jun, is there anything simpler than this?" ”。

"Yes!"

"What?" Qiao Bei came to the spirit again.

"Pull S fart!" Liu Jianjun spat out a puff of cigarette and replied indifferently.

"Brother Jun, can you not sprinkle a handful of sour sea salt on my broken heart, I'm about to cry......"

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