Chapter 57: He Earns This Money to Earn His Eyes!

"Both!"

The child looked at Lin Zhou categorically and said.

The eyes were more sincere and firm than the declaration of joining the party.

Children make choices, and adults certainly want them.

This sentence lost the convincing power it should have in the child in front of him.

In the next second, the high-spirited child was "snapped" by his mother and slapped.

"What do you want, so much, you can finish eating!"

After the mother finished speaking, she put on a gentle smile when she looked at Lin Zhou.

This speed of changing his face made Lin Zhou stunned for a moment.

I always feel that parents with children are not very emotionally stable.

"Boss, come for ten dollars."

The child didn't say anything, and his expression was obviously unconvinced.

But don't dare to contradict the fucking words.

I'm afraid that the sugar gourd in my hand will be gone, so I have to eat it in my stomach first.

The mother obviously chose five strings of sugar gourds according to her own taste, and she didn't ask the child's opinion.

After paying for it, I tasted one for myself and then handed it to my son.

The mother and son ate the sugar gourd, and their eyes lit up as well.

Five strings of sugar gourds are not enough to eat at all, and it is even more not enough for two people to eat, and two or three bites are gone.

The mother and son were holding the sugar gourd, and before they had walked two steps away, they turned around and came back after eating.

"Mom, let's stop going to see the peacock and buy all the money for rock sugar gourds, right?"

The child knows that the financial power of the family is in the hands of his mother, and he is flattering.

Mom hesitated for a moment.

That seems to work?

So the mother and son asked for twenty yuan this time, and they chose all the flavors they didn't eat.

Lin Zhou sighed again at his wit.

If you hadn't thought of making rock sugar gourds that could make small skewers and sell 500 skewers a day, how long would it have to be sold?

Essentially, Lin Zhou just wanted to complete the task and get the reward.

......

On the other side, when Xiao Lin turned around to look for Lin Zhou's figure, she couldn't find it.

Jia Lan was disappointed.

But I still sent the news to the group organized by the diners who were waiting for the buns last week.

"Today, at the four-way intersection on Linshui Avenue, I saw a figure suspected of being a steamed bun boss selling rock sugar gourds."

In this group of diners organized by diners, people go to Huaguoshan every day to check whether the owner of the steamed bun stall has set up a stall today.

There is also speculation that the owner of the steamed bun stall may have set up a stall somewhere else.

The diners who couldn't wait for Lin Zhou to come out of the stall all looked for the entrance of the park in the city.

Every time you find a place, everyone will notify you in the group.

There is a lot of power, and everyone looks for a park or night market near their home, which greatly saves everyone's time.

So this group, after a week of development, there are already more than 100 people, all of whom are loyal diners of Lin Zhou's steamed bun stall.

As a woman, Jia Lan's sixth sense told her that the roadside stall selling rock sugar gourds she had just passed by was the owner of the previous steamed bun stall.

Although I didn't see the face, the tricycle was very similar, and the figure was similar.

After all, it is really rare for a person who sets up a stall to do business, and is so young and handsome like Lin Zhou.

Jia Lan's words seemed to open the door to a new world for the people in the group.

They have been looking for the owner of the steamed bun stall, and they never thought that the owner would not sell steamed buns, in case they sold other food?

Isn't the barbecue stall at the gate of Huaguo Mountain changing to sell steamed buns?

It's just that the steamed buns made by the owner of the bun stall are too delicious, and they didn't think about the possibility of the boss doing the rest of the business.

"Received, I'll pass by Linshui Avenue after work, and I'll take a look then."

After a while, someone in the group replied one after another.

Everyone can't find the figure of the bun stall, but there are clues to send out, and there are many people, so maybe they will encounter it.

Jiangdong City is not big, it is not small, a third-tier city, if you want to find a roadside stall, there is still hope.

"Hey, I didn't leave a photo of the owner of the bun stall setting up the stall, otherwise I would have been able to send a bucket to find someone in the same city, unlike looking for a needle in a haystack now."

"The main reason is that the business of the bun stall is so good, you have to queue up if you want to eat, and I didn't expect the boss to say that the stall will not come out of the stall if it is such a good business."

"But no, if it were me, I would definitely be busy from morning to night every day, and it would be all money!"

"Maybe the boss doesn't love money, after all, when he sets up a stall, he sells 200 buns a day."

"It's still the happiness of the people who bought buns in those days without limit, I saw a big brother buy thirty buns, I'm afraid I haven't finished eating them yet, and I knew that I would also stock up."

"Hahahaha, have a long memory, next time you encounter something delicious, buy more and put it away, eat it slowly, otherwise you may not be able to eat it one day."

"Harm, don't mention it, who is still buying things and hoarding goods now!"

“......”

The messages in the group are crooked when they chat.

It's all because the people I met at the same bun stall are all people who are willing to toss for food, and the people who are added to the group have similar interests and hobbies, and they are very topical to chat.

In addition to looking for a bun stall, everyone usually chats to pass the time.

The messages in the group are very active.

Jia Lan didn't see any useful information, so she put away her phone and continued to accompany Xiaolin to go shopping.

......

At the entrance of the zoo, before four o'clock, Lin Zhou looked at the short-sold glass cabinet and was deeply surprised.

I thought it would be a difficult task to complete, but I didn't expect it to sell better than the porridge on the top of the mountain!

Originally, he also planned to wait for the end of the international Chinese elementary school before going to the stall to sell the remaining sugar gourds.

I didn't expect it to be sold out just by walking around the street.

Lin Zhou's stall slippery.

Compared with Lin Zhou's good business, the uncle who sold rock sugar gourds saw that today's business was all robbed, and his face was already blackened.

Especially seeing that Lin Zhou sold out of stalls in a short period of time, he was jealous.

You must know that at this point, his sugar gourd is almost sold.

It's like today! I can't sell a bunch for a long time, and this thing can't be left for a long time, and if it can't be sold, it's all wasted.

If you can still keep it in winter, how long can you store it in summer?

The uncle thought of what he said to the mother and son, and now the young man is particular about eating, and thinks that such an open sugar gourd is unhygienic, and would rather buy the expensive sugar gourd in the glass cabinet than come to buy his cheap one.

Why don't he sell the whole tricycle in a glass case?

So a small string of sugar gourds sells for three yuan, and he is greedy for this money!

Lin Zhou, who was closing the stall, looked at the uncle who was selling sugar gourds on the opposite side and kept staring at him, and the movements of the stall were much faster.

If the business is too good, it is easy to arouse the jealousy of peers.

After today's test, the rock sugar gourd will not be sold anywhere, so let's change the place to set up a stall tomorrow.

It's not easy for uncles to set up stalls here to do business in the summer, so they don't grab business from others.

Lin Zhou thought understandingly.

Then he slipped away on a tricycle.