Half an hour later, after practicing the Sun Fist, Wang Xiaoming exhaled and slowly finished the exercise.

After moving his body and feeling the abundant strength in his body, Wang Xiaoming felt very satisfied.

The practice of boxing is not something that happens overnight. Practice it slowly in the future.

Now, keep making money.

Back downstairs, Wang Xiaoming began to prepare for today's stall.

It was a bit late today, and many things were too late, so the preparations were in a hurry. Within an hour, everything was ready and ready to go out.

There were still some bruises on Wang Xiaoming's face. Wang Xiaoming was afraid of the negative impact, so he wore a mask. When others asked, they only said that he had a cold.

The ramen business is still as good as ever. I came out a little late today and was nagged by regular customers.

Wang Xiaoming's ramen business became busy again, and all the distracting thoughts in his mind were immediately forgotten, and he concentrated on making ramen.

Hey, Jiajia, why are you here? Wang Xiaoming looked at the guest in front of him and smiled slightly. The guest was none other than Li Jiajia, who was rescued by him that day.

I'm here to take care of Brother Ramen's business. Li Jiajia smiled sweetly. The despair and decadence of that day could no longer be seen in her body, and she became a sunny girl again. Of course, if she could reduce the

The effect of that circle of fat should be better.

Haha, no problem. Wang Xiaoming smiled happily, and while busy making ramen, he was talking to Li Jiajia.

While the two were talking, they did not realize that two pairs of eyes were staring at them closely in the alley not far away.

To be precise, it was focused on Wang Xiaoming.

If Wang Xiaoming came over and took a look at this time, he would immediately find that one of them was the middle-aged aunt he had quarreled with before.

Next to the middle-aged aunt, stood a fat old man in his fifties, with a mustache on his face, squinting his eyes, and a gloomy look in his eyes.

Old lady, what you are saying is that he really has such a big profit. The fat old man glanced at Wang Xiaoming's ramen stall and said with some disdain.

Ji Cuifang was a little unhappy and said: Don't look down on the ramen seller. Do you know how much he can earn in a day?

It's rare to say that there is such a number. Ji Cuifang stretched out three fingers.

The fat old man blinked and said in disbelief: Three thousand

At least three thousand, Ji Cuifang said with certainty.

It's impossible. The profit from selling food is high, but it's impossible to make that much money. I only care about these people. How much money they can make. I don't know. The fat old man still shook his head in disbelief.

Ji Cuifang became anxious and said: Can those people you mentioned compare with others? Look at their business for yourself. I have done the math. At least one thousand bowls are sold in a day. At five yuan a bowl, the income is five thousand.

If the cost is 2,000, then the income is 3,000.

The fat old man was a little confused: It’s impossible to sell thousands of bowls. The business is so good and he has enough physical strength to bear it.

Ji Cuifang said angrily: You have eyes, but you can't see by yourself.

The fat old man was much more serious this time. After watching for a few minutes, Wang Xiaoming's stall was full of people from beginning to end, and business was extremely good.

Business is really good, the fat old man murmured.

Ji Cuifang became excited when she saw the old man's expression. She said: "You have never eaten his ramen before. It tastes so good. I want to eat it after eating it once. Its business is so good because of its good taste."

I originally wanted to spend money to buy the formula, but they refused, and even said that the secret recipe was passed down from generation to generation, and was passed down from generation to generation, not to females, but it made me very angry.

There is nothing I can do against him.

It tastes really good. If you still want to eat it after eating it, maybe it’s because of the added ingredients. If that’s the case, we can’t do this business. It won’t last long. The fat old man immediately said in alarm.

Ji Cuifang naturally knows what the adding to the fat old man's mouth means. Adding poppy shells to snacks is no longer a secret, but you can't be caught. If you are caught, it is illegal.

Ji Cuifang said: Don't worry, I have eaten their ramen before, and it doesn't have the same taste or any additives.

She lowered her voice and said, "Besides, the poppy shells don't enhance the flavor. They just make people addicted. His ramen doesn't have that addictive feeling. It just tastes good and is definitely not processed by adding ingredients."

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Think about it, a food stall can have such a business. If we open a ramen restaurant, how much money can we make? If we open another branch, one branch is worth 500,000 yuan a year. With ten branches, that’s 50,000 yuan.

With one million, we can still open a company. When the time comes, we open a ramen company, specializing in selling ramen, and then we will make a fortune.

Ji Cuifang is older and has a bigger heart. Ever since she learned that Wang Xiaoming's ramen business is particularly good, she has been planning to open a ramen company and make a fortune.

When Ji Cuifang said this, the fat old man was immediately moved.

The word "get rich" touched him deeply. Whoever didn't want to get rich, he especially wanted to get rich.

The fat old man swallowed his saliva and asked in a low voice: What do you want me to do?

What else can you do? What do you do? Don’t you just care about them? When the time comes, you lead someone to take action and say there is something wrong with his ramen. Then you lead someone to his house to search. The recipe for making noodles is always wrong.

At home, you are afraid of not being able to find the recipe when you bring someone to your door. Besides, you can also do this. Ji Cuifang's voice became lower and lower, and she put her mouth in the fat old man's ear and spoke softly, so that only the two of them could hear it.

This is my old profession, but the fat old man said with some concern: What does his family do and who is there in the family?

Ji Cuifang said proudly: "Are you afraid that he will go crazy? Haha, besides, he is a foreigner who has no relatives here. If we want to manipulate him, it is not like playing."

The fat old man nodded slowly and agreed with Ji Cuifang's statement. If outsiders didn't bully him, who else could they bully?

It is not impossible to say that there are people with good craftsmanship in the market, but those people always have some background or connections. Such people are not something they can mess with. People like Wang Xiaoming, who have excellent craftsmanship but no background,

It is so rare, and this is what makes Ji Cuifang most excited.

The principle is the same when you pinch a persimmon that is soft.

The fat old man made up his mind and said in a low voice: Okay, you watch here, I'll send someone to go.
Chapter completed!