"Bang bang, tie bang bang."

Five crisp sounds echoed in the quiet night sky.

Zhang Chuzheng felt an unbearable soreness all over his body, as if there were countless ants crawling around him. Hearing the sound of more cries, he simply gave up the idea of ​​holding on for a while, slowly calmed down his blood, and stood up slowly.

As soon as he completed the exercise, Zhang Chu felt that his whole body was extremely sore, sticky, and exuded a slight sour smell.

But on the contrary, he felt very refreshed in his heart, as if he had just let go of a heavy burden... It was very much like the feeling of having just finished cupping.

He sat down slowly, carefully enjoying this feeling of pain and happiness, and silently calculating the time in his heart.

"It's five o'clock."

"Counting the time, it's almost more than four hours."

"Even excluding the time spent cooking and eating, it still takes more than two hours."

"In terms of time, there is not much difference between a large amount of ordinary food and a small amount of medicinal food!"

"But this time the feeling of zamabu is much stronger than the last time!"

"That is to say, I can definitely use a lot of food instead of medicinal diet, and the effect will be better!"

He made a calculation.

The cost of that small pot of medicinal food was more than seventy dollars.

And the cost of that big pot of Malatang is less than forty dollars.

Spend less money and get more done!

This is what capitalists should do!

"It's just... people who take drugs to cultivate immortality are called drug-induced abortions!"

"Who am I?"

"Rather than a regular basis?"

Zhang Chu:......

…

In the early morning, Zhang Chu dressed neatly, opened the door and walked out.

"Mom, I'm going out!"

Mrs. Zhang chased him out wearing an apron, stuffed two hot boiled eggs into his hand, and said, "Come back early in the evening, and Mom will make you mung bean soup..."

"okay!"

Zhang Chu nodded happily, holding the eggs and walked out of the yard.

Li Gouzi and Yu Er have been waiting for a long time.

Cheng Daniu's offal soup stall opened today.

He wanted to take people to the town in person.

The three of them walked to the cattle and sheep market, and Zhang Chu saw Cheng Daniu from a distance.

That man was wearing a parrot green robe, which reflected a big black face covered with beards. He was as ugly as a judge in the City God's Temple!

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Chu? Is it too early? I'll treat you to some offal soup!"

When the guy saw Zhang Chu, he laughed loudly from a distance, with an indescribable yin and yang in his voice.

Hearing this, pedestrians on the street turned to look at Zhang Chu, wanting to see how he would respond.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Cheng Daniu is here to steal Zhang Chu's business.

"hehe……"

Zhang Chu sneered: "No need to worry, I am weak and will suffer from diarrhea if I eat unclean food!"

Cheng Daniu ignored the harshness in his words and laughed loudly: "Haha... Mr. Chu is so stingy. We are all brothers from the same family. If we have business, let's do it together!"

"oh?"

Zhang Chu walked slowly towards his stall, "Then, brother, can you also get involved in the business of Niuye Wharf?"

Cheng Daniu replied grandly: "As long as Mr. Chu likes that little business, just go for it!"

Zhang Chu just raised the corner of his mouth, showing a sneer, and didn't answer any more.

Men, if you can do it, try not to make silly comparisons.

If you can't take action, there's no point in making blind comparisons!

When passing by Daniu's offal soup stall, Zhang Chu deliberately slowed down, twitched his nose and sniffed the hot steam coming out of the big pot.

It does have a spicy taste, but the taste is very mixed, a bit pungent, and not authentic.

It seems that Cheng Daniu figured out the recipe from the pot of offal soup base that was snatched from his hand.

A trace of anger flashed in Zhang Chu's eyes!

Seemingly seeing the anger on Zhang Chu's face, Cheng Daniu, who was standing in the stall, deliberately shouted at the top of his voice: "Young and old men in the aisle, take a look, my old Cheng's business is open today, buy it."

One bowl for free, while supplies last!"

Zhang Chu clenched his fists, but in the end he said nothing and strode into his stall.

Li Gouzi came up and whispered in his ear: "Master Chu, do we also want to sell a bowl and give one as a gift?"

Zhang Chu patted his shoulder lightly and said softly: "No, sell it how you want!"

Li Gouzi grinned and nodded, continuing to work. He just secretly wondered why Master Chu's hands were so strong.

…

Cheng Daniu’s offal soup stall took away a large part of Zhang Chu’s customer flow.

Although his offal soup tastes better and his hygiene is cleaner than Cheng Daniu's.

But Cheng Daniu's offal soup is sold cheaply. For those Kuhaha people around the cattle and sheep markets who just want to eat, cheapness is much more important than taste and hygiene.

Zhang Chu didn't have any good countermeasures against Cheng Daniu's seven-injury punch, which injured the enemy a thousand times and damaged himself eight hundred times.

The net profit from offal soup is only between 30% and 40%.

If you start a price war with Cheng Daniu, you will definitely lose money.

He has a weak foundation and cannot afford to lose!

While he was still thinking of ways to neutralize Cheng Daniu's Seven-Injury Fist, he suddenly found that there were fewer and fewer diners in his stall, and many passers-by were pointing at his stall and whispering.

He frowned and called Li Gouzi over, "Go and find out what happened."

Li Gouzi nodded, took off his apron, and went out.

Zhang Chu looked at Li Gouzi's back and nodded with satisfaction.

This Li Gouzi is loyal, responsible, and hard-working. Although he is a bit reckless, he is getting more and more comfortable with the greetings.

After a while, Li Gouzi came back and whispered in Zhang Chu's ear: "Master Chu, I have found out clearly. It was Cheng Daniu's people who spread the news in private, saying that our pigs are all made from dead pigs and plague."

If you eat pig's urine, you will get sick..."

Zhang Chu's heart sank and he frowned.

He knew how a brainless fool like Cheng Daniu could do any legitimate business!

Sure enough, it was a trick!

"We can't let him ruin my reputation!"

He was thinking urgently about countermeasures. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and his frown suddenly relaxed: "Gouzi, come here..."

After listening, Li Gouzi nodded and turned around and went out.

Zhang Chu sat firmly on the Diaoyutai and ordered his men who had nothing to do in the stall to wash themselves and clean up.

The last few regular customers paid and left, and the stall was completely deserted.

As the old saying goes, one person's words are feared and one's words make a fortune, but it was not until today that Zhang Chu truly experienced the power of rumors.

"Master Chu, business is not going well!"

Cheng Daniu came over holding a small teapot with a crooked mouth and taking steps as if he didn't recognize his relatives.

"It's not so good to have Mr. Niu taking care of you."

Zhang Chu did not fall out, but instead smiled and asked him to sit down.

This made Cheng Daniu unable to figure out what kind of medicine Zhang Chu was selling in the gourd, and he tried it with a smile: "Hahaha, as for Mr. Chu, everyone is open for business, and the guests can eat wherever they want.

, is this the reason?"

"That's right!"

Zhang Chu nodded, and finally sighed: "Master Niu still knows how to do business!"

Cheng Daniu patted Zhang Chu's shoulder boldly and said with a smile: "Brother, there is no need to be discouraged. Young people, if you stumble a few more times, you will grow up!"
To be continued...