msmithbooks Chapter 40 has been changed.
Chapter 40 has been changed.
Chapter 40 has been changed.
Normally.
Yu Huan really disliked listening to his nagging, so his "you go ahead" made the person on the other end of the phone pause for a moment.
A moment later, a sound came:
"You have to be willing to give up something to gain something. You have to be willing to give up time, money, and patience. Otherwise, why would a girl be so devoted to you?"
"I understand." Yu Huan nodded.
Old man!
Your words apply to the past five thousand years.
But now we live in an era of rampant material wealth, which is intensifying with the rapid development of internet technology.
The version has changed!
The more you give, the more the other person will think they deserve better.
It's the same for both men and women.
However, if you are lucky enough to meet the right person, this statement can be considered a profound truth.
After chatting with Grandpa Yu for a while about everyday matters, he finished washing up and went downstairs.
Light footsteps.
Aside from lingering ankle pain, I probably still won't be able to run, jump, or lift heavy objects, but walking will be fine.
Yesterday afternoon, after I went to the shops and came back, I left my electric scooter to charge on one side of the stairwell.
Seeing that the indicator light had turned green, I unplugged the charging plugs on both sides and put it into the seat cushion box.
In the quiet moment, Yu Huan pushed her electric scooter backwards, put on her helmet, and rode lightly onto the non-motorized vehicle lane.
Although a light mist had risen, one could still clearly see the sky beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn, and a red sun slowly rising, painting the horizon a pale golden hue.
After being bathed in the morning light, the city gradually shed the silence of the night and the deep chill.
At this time, there were very few pedestrians and vehicles.
A cool breeze brushed against my cheek, and I could hear the wind rushing past my ears. The roadside trees swayed gently in the morning breeze, making a rustling sound. The two sounds mingled with the buzzing of the electric scooter.
Wearing thin cycling gloves, he twisted the throttle to the floor and darted freely across the empty road like a swimming fish.
The buildings lining both sides of the street flashed by quickly, and soon we arrived at Xiangchun Road.
Yu Huan rode his electric scooter onto the sidewalk and leaned against the glass window of a shop.
Take off your helmet and hang it on the handlebars.
Yu Huan first strolled to a noodle shop across the street, slurped up a bowl of noodles, and then turned around to open the shop door.
I randomly picked a seat facing the shop window, where I could look out the window and sit down.
Before long, a Jinbei minivan sped up and stopped in front of the gate.
As Yu Huan was scrolling through her phone, she looked up and saw Yu Songnian, a burly man, get out of the car with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, almost finished burning.
Yu Songnian stubbed out his cigarette and flicked it onto the ground, while Xu Hui walked around from the passenger side.
He was significantly smaller than Yu Songnian.
He is 1.7 meters tall with thick eyebrows and small eyes.
Yu Huan immediately got up and went out to greet him: "You're here. Have you eaten breakfast?"
"I ate noodles in town." Yu Songnian picked his teeth with his index fingernail and glanced at Yu Huan's left leg: "Uncle said the cast on your leg was removed and it's all healed now?"
"He's mostly recovered."
Xu Hui greeted him politely, "Hello, Huan-ge."
"Hey, Xu Hui."
Yu Huan had just finished greeting Xu Hui when Yu Songnian looked up and glanced at the signboard: "Brother Huan, so the reason you asked me for money was to open a restaurant?"
"You can say that."
"Why didn't you explain it to me clearly? At first, I thought you had some unspeakable trouble outside, like you got into a mess and had to pay for the girl's abortion or something." Yu Songnian raised his eyebrows and winked: "Luckily, Uncle told me you had a girlfriend, I almost misunderstood you."
"Uh."
Yu Huan was speechless for a moment, and waved her hand to the outside: "Get lost, go to work and haul your goods, don't bother me here." Hearing this, Xu Hui hurriedly turned around, opened the back door of the car, and dragged out a suitcase.
He quickly walked into the shop, and when he came out, he saw Yu Songnian sighing deeply, bending down to get into the driver's seat, and closing the car door: "Hey! I've got an elbow, the brotherhood has faded."
Yu Huan called out, "Come here for lunch and try Xu Hui's cooking."
The Jinbei van wasn't very soundproof, and Yu Songnian, who could hear everything clearly, immediately rolled down the window: "I want to eat fish offal hot pot!"
"arrange!"
"Okay, I'm off to work now."
Before he could finish speaking, Yu Songnian slammed on the gas and sped away.
Yu Huan led Xu Hui around the shops, one after the other.
The room includes a cashier counter, a dining area, an open kitchen, a storage room of about ten square meters, a dishwashing work area, and a small storage room of about eight or nine square meters.
When Yu Huan went to the Industry and Commerce Bureau to process his business license, he had dealings with the owner of Shuntian Gaima Fan, who had failed on Xiangchun Road, and even gave him two packs of He Tianxia.
This is a domineering man from Wenzhou.
Because he started dating a girl from Hunan and Hubei, he has settled in Changsha in the past two years, saying he'll just throw 300,000 yuan into the catering business for fun.
Of course, whether he was truly casual about it or not, only he knows.
When they fled, they took several refrigerators with them.
The tables, chairs, sterilizers, rice steamers, stoves, and range hoods are neither new nor old, but are barely usable.
As long as you have all the necessary permits and personnel, and you tidy up and clean the premises, you can open for business directly.
Finally, Yu Huan went into the restroom to urinate.
Xu Hui stood outside waiting, and when he saw him come out, he clicked his tongue and said, "Brother Huan, this, this shop is quite big, isn't it?"
"It's a total of 160 square meters, with less than 10 square meters of shared space." Yu Huan turned on the faucet at the sink and rinsed her hands; the water was icy cold.
"Such a big restaurant, used to serve rice bowls?"
"Don't underestimate the fast food business; the profit margins are quite high." Yu Huan sighed as she said this.
Ten years later, running a catering business and selling pre-prepared meals will be more profitable than lending money, with ridiculously high profits.
The pre-cooked food market is worth 500 billion yuan, with an astonishing growth rate. It is foreseeable that it will exceed one trillion yuan in a few years.
Pre-cooked meals first took over food delivery platforms.
Subsequently, it swept through the food industry like wildfire, dominating palates, invading workplace canteens, and even showing signs of encroaching on school campuses.
Even the originator of campus loans smelled blood and rushed into the fray.
They lend money on one hand and sell pre-cooked meals on the other, and even combine the two by lending money to people to join their pre-cooked meal brand.
This scene is truly surreal.
Kids these days: I grew up eating my mom's cooking.
Future child: I grew up eating pre-cooked meals that my mom heated up herself.
I hope that day will never come.
"How much is the rent per month?" Xu Hui scratched his forehead.
Yu Huan already had a plan, so he went straight to the point and said, "It's free."
"Huh? It's free?"
Yu Huan shook the water droplets off her hands and walked towards the dining area first: "Come on, let's sit down and talk."
Xu Hui hurriedly strode to catch up.
The two sat opposite each other.
"This shop is actually registered in my name, but it's being held on behalf of a friend of mine," Yu Huan lied through his teeth without batting an eye.
Xu Hui couldn't help but exclaim "Ah!" again: "Nominee shareholding? Brother Huan, you know such a rich friend?"
Yu Huan, however, seemed to be trying to evade the question: "Xu Hui, what do you think of crayfish?"
(End of this chapter)