The next day, it was sunny.

In the morning, after going to the hospital to bring breakfast to his parents, Li Bad left the People's Hospital and went to the market.

Buy tricycles, gas canisters, stove pipe high-pressure valves, pancake pans, wind shields, buckets, etc., which are necessary for pancakes and various ingredients for making pancakes.

After fixing the pancake stall, Li Bad called Lei Laohu and asked him to help him get a driver's license, get a Volkswagen taxi to find a taxi company to connect with.

Lei Laohu naturally didn't dare to refuse, nor did he dare to ask more, and even said that he would help him get it done as quickly as possible.

Two days later.

The weather was sunny, at six o'clock in the morning, at the gate of the West Campus of Hangcheng University.

"I'm going, I'm late, and the good places are all occupied!"

When Li Bad arrived on a tricycle, there were already various breakfast stalls lined up on both sides of the school gate.

These stalls have unspoken rules, which point belongs to which person, everyone must abide by it.

You have to pay a protection fee every day, and if you have a good location, you have to pay a little more protection fee, and if you have a bad location, you have to pay less.

Parking the car, Li Bad walked directly to the bun stall with the best location.

"Handsome guy, fresh and hot big meat buns, do you want to try one. The honest middle-aged man smiled.

Syllable!

Li Bad took out a brand-new 100-yuan bill and slapped it on the bun stall: "100 yuan per day, one knot a month, this is 3,000, your stall belongs to me." ”

"This, little brother, you ......" The boss was dumbfounded, looked at the banknotes, and then looked at Li Bad, not knowing what to say.

Syllable!

Another 100-yuan bill was slapped on the bun stall: "Add another 3,000, 6,000 per month, and your stall belongs to me." ”

"This, this money, really, really give it to me?" the boss swallowed his saliva, looked at the red bill in his hand, and said in a trembling voice.

"That's right, the stall belongs to me, and the money is yours. ”

"Okay, deal. The middle-aged boss seemed to be afraid that Li Bad would regret it, grabbed the money and stuffed it into his wallet, and then rode a tricycle away and gave up his position.

In the eyes of the surrounding hawkers looking at SB, Li Bad rode his tricycle to occupy the position.

Li Bad ignored these eyes and started to prepare seriously, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Money can make ghosts grind, and the ancients did not deceive me!