In the next two or three days, Zhang Chu was busy making offal soup.

When he first started this business, it was extremely difficult. Just for the pigs, he spent more than ten days in the cattle and sheep market with Butcher Zheng. Only then did Butcher Zheng reluctantly agree to give him credit.

He sells it and gives him money.

But now that we have this tiger skin from Black Tiger Hall, it is much easier to do it.

Many trivial chores could be handled by Li Gouzi and Yu Er without him having to show up personally.

He just went to Qinghua Street and the Cattle and Sheep Market for two days, made friends with the Qinglong Gang members wandering the streets, said hello, and then prepared the ingredients for the offal soup with his own hands.

His offal soup seasoning recipe is modeled after the mandarin duck hot pot in Sichuan and Chongqing, and comes in two flavors: spicy and mild.

A small bowl of offal soup, with five or six pieces of pork offal and four or five pieces of white radish, sprinkled with chopped green onions, is fragrant, full of flavor, and appetizing. It can be used as a snack or as a staple food for meals.

The important thing is, it's cheap!

A bowl of offal soup only costs one yuan, which needs to be converted into soft money. A bowl only costs two yuan. It can be said that it is extremely conscientious.

Even those coolies who could not earn a few big bucks a day were still willing to spend a big buck on toothpaste.

It’s meat after all, isn’t it?

Zhang Chu settled the accounts.

The price of a pair of pigs is 20 yuan, and it can be sold for about 35 to 40 bowls, with a gross profit of between 40% and 50%.

After digging out the costs of radishes, condiments, firewood, etc., Zhang Chu got almost ten dollars.

The net profit is not high, but this kind of small business itself follows the path of small profits but quick turnover.

Zhang Chu initially set up three stalls in Qinghua Street and the Cattle and Sheep Market, with the budget of selling two pairs of pigs per stall every day.

If everything goes well, he will make at least 120 big bucks every day!

That’s thirty-six dollars a month!

Thirty-six taels of silver!

…

Without the sound of festive firecrackers, the first offal soup stall in the cattle and sheep market opened in a normal manner.

Zhang Chu put on a long aqua gown today, his long hair was tied neatly behind his head with a hair rope, and he personally welcomed the guests here.

I saw two iron pots simmering under a small fire, and the pots were steaming. The hot aroma filled the streets in the early morning, making the greedy pedestrians who got up early to work swallow their saliva.

Li Gouzi, also dressed neatly, stood in front of the stall, shouting loudly and energetically.

“It’s the first day Zhang Ji’s Chop Suey Soup is open. I invite everyone to try it for free!”

“You’re passing by, don’t miss it!”

A young man carrying a vegetable basket couldn't resist the temptation of the aroma. He swallowed his saliva and stepped forward and whispered: "Brother, can you really taste it for free?"

Li Gouzi sneered angrily: "You're from a big bank, how can I lie to you?"

"Dog!"

Zhang Chu lightly scolded Li Gouzi, walked over and opened two large pots, filled two bowls of offal, one red and one clear, and put them on the long table in front of the young man with his own hands.

Then he took out the bamboo sticks that he had prepared long ago from under the long desk, took one out, and handed it to the young man in a friendly manner.

"Brother, try it!"

Facing Zhang Chu who looked like a young man from a rich family, the young man wiped his hands on his clothes with some embarrassment, then took the bamboo stick in Zhang Chu's hand, forked a piece from the red soup offal and fed it into his mouth, chewed it, and his eyes

It lit up all of a sudden.

The spicy and fragrant taste is definitely a huge shock to these lower-class people who rely on clear soup and little water!

Chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns are still used as medicinal materials and placed in drug stores.

"Gudong."

A loud swallowing sound.

"Boss, how do you sell this offal soup?"

"It's not expensive, it costs a lot for a bowl."

Hearing this, the young man looked a little hesitant.

A large sum of money is not expensive, but if you save money, you can buy four or five wild vegetable steamed buns for a day.

But the aroma filled the iron pot, just like a greedy insect, making his mouth water.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and took out a big coin and handed it to Zhang Chu: "Give me a bowl!"

Zhang Chu took the big money, turned around and said with a smile to the three people working around the iron pot: "It's open, let's do some work!"

"okay!"

After the first crab eater, people soon came into the stall to ask about the price. After a while, the stall was full of people.

…

Near noon, an eight-foot-tall man in brocade clothes, holding two iron galls in his hand, walked in with two tough men.

Before anyone arrived, laughter had already arrived: "Hahaha, Mr. Chu, we are opening so soon!"

When the diners sitting in the stall eating offal soup saw the visitor, they stood up one after another and greeted with a mixture of awe and awe: "Master Hui!"

"Master Hui!"

"Master Hui, have you eaten?"

The man in brocade robes waved his hand, "Sit down and eat your own food. This is our Black Tiger Hall Master Chu's business. We can't let me interfere with it."

Zhang Chu, who was in the stall, came out after hearing the sound and laughed the same way: "Hahaha, it's all thanks to my brothers. Come on, come on, Master Hui, please take a seat. Gouzi, go get some bowls of offal for Master Hui and the two brothers."

Here comes the soup!”

This heroic man's name is Zhao Changhui. He is the top thug of the Sihai Hall in the cattle and sheep market. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the deputy hall leader. He is very popular in the cattle and sheep market.

Zhang Chu came to the cattle and sheep market two days ago to say hello and had contact with Zhao Changhui. He is a person!

"Okay, come right away!"

Zhang Chu sat down with Zhao Changhui. After the two exchanged a few polite words, Zhao Changhui turned to look at the bustle in the stall and said with a smile: "Your business here is good!"

"On the first day we opened, the neighbors were all excited, but things won't be as good after that."

Zhang Chu did not deny it and said it very straightforwardly.

"That's the truth..."

Zhao Changhui nodded and changed the subject: "Master Chu said earlier that he wanted to open three stalls at the cattle and sheep market?"

Zhang Chu frowned secretly, wondering what Zhao Changhui meant by his words.

Is it possible that he is jealous of money and wants to get involved?

If that was the case, he would have to look down on this person.

Zhang Chu smiled casually: "Why, Master Hui likes this small business? How about I count you a share in the business at the cattle and sheep market?"

He needed money very much, but he really didn't care about the petty profit of Tadou's offal soup.

Moreover, he has just joined the Qinglong Gang, and his connections within the gang are still relatively shallow. If he can really use this small amount of money to connect with a deputy-level boss, he will definitely make a lot of money!

Well, how do you say that sentence?

You can make money with your blood, but I will never lose!

"Hahaha……"

Zhao Changhui laughed when he heard this: "Master Chu said this, but it is a slap in the face of Mr. Zhao. Although I, Mr. Zhao, are not in the mainstream, I will not compete with my brothers for food!"

"Master Hui, who can make all the money in this world by himself? If you have money, it is only right for everyone to make it together!"

Zhang Chu laughed and slowly tricked Zhao Changhui into telling him what he wanted to do.

"Master Chu is awesome!"

"As expected of the Black Tiger Hall white paper fan, this magnanimity cannot be matched by ordinary people."

When Zhao Changhui said this, Li Gouzi happened to come over with a large bowl of offal soup. Zhang Chu took the initiative to pick up a bamboo stick and handed it to Zhao Changhui: "I don't want to be too arrogant, but if Master Hui has any trivial matters that my brother can help with,

Be sure not to see your brothers outside."

There are chopsticks on the stall, but Zhang Chu doesn't know how to use these chopsticks that are shared by people traveling from north to south.

He has a slight mysophobia, and he can tolerate it when there are no conditions to pay attention to it, but since there are conditions to pay attention to, he will never treat himself badly.

Zhao Changhui picked up a piece of pig lung with a bamboo stick and threw it into his mouth. He chewed it for a while with squinted eyes, nodded and praised: "Excellent craftsmanship, no worse than the chef of Tianxiang House in Nancheng!"

Zhang Chu followed suit, haha.

After a pause, Zhao Changhui put down the bamboo stick and said seriously: "I came here today. In addition to showing off to Master Chu, I really have something to do. I would like to ask Master Chu to show me a clear path."

"coming!"

Zhang Chu thought to himself, "I don't dare to ask for advice, but if my brother can help me, I will do my best."
To be continued...