I am a Big Villain

Chapter 157: Second-rate spring

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"Xiaofang, which window did you buy this meat bun? It looks really good."

In the staff canteen of the No. 1 state-owned factory, a table of young girls sat and ate together. They were all unmarried and financially free women, and they would not treat themselves badly at all. Everyone’s dishes were both meat and vegetables, and they looked very rich. .

There was only one little girl among them, with two steamed buns in front of her, she seemed a bit crude.

But this bun is a little different from the buns I usually see. It is snow white, small and exquisite, and the two buns seem to be printed out of a mold. From the size to the folds on the buns, they are all exactly the same.

This girl named Xiaofang is the short-haired girl who accused Yan Chu of selling buns at an unfair price in the morning.

She ate two steamed buns for breakfast. The remaining ten steamed buns were intended to be taken home and shared with her family at night, but she couldn't bear the delicious temptation, and finally asked the chef in the cafeteria to help heat up two of them. , I plan to take these two buns for lunch at noon today.

Xiaofang looked at the steamed stuffed bun in front of her with reverence, as if she was eating high-end western food.

She stretched out her hand and tore open the skin of the bun. A burst of hot air, mixed with the aroma of meat filling, dispersed with the white mist.

The friend at the same table who was eating braised pork and gnawing on the big chicken drumstick suddenly felt that the delicious food in his mouth was a bit dull when he smelled the aroma of the steamed stuffed bun.

What kind of bun is this? Just the smell is better than the meals on this table

*****

Such scenes happened in several corners of the cafeteria, including those who bought the steamed stuffed buns. After returning home at night, such a scene also appeared on their dining tables. Soon, it became known that a delicious but The news of the extremely expensive steamed stuffed bun stall spread at a geometric multiple speed.

As well-known as the taste of buns, there is also the face of the bun owner. It is said that he is beautiful and delicious. Just by looking at that face and smiling at you, you can foolishly buy a bunch of buns unconsciously.

Yan Chu knew that anyone who ate his buns would become his repeat customer, but he never thought that the business would be so good. When he left the stall the next morning, there were already many people waiting outside the state-owned No. 1 factory.

Watching him appear, the owners of the other three food stalls stationed outside the No. 1 state-owned factory all looked at him with resentful eyes, as if he had done something irritating and resentful for many days.

"It's him, my niece said, the most handsome one."

The steamed stuffed bun stall was soon surrounded by people, all of them were talking one after another, accusing him of not being dedicated, why the sun had climbed so high, he didn't open the stall, he didn't look like a real businessman.

Yan Chu couldn't say that the original body's sense of laziness was too strong, he had to sleep well before he could come out to earn money, all he could do was lift the lid of the steamer to let the smell of steamed buns spread out.

Sure enough, after doing this, no one blamed him, but kept urging him to move faster and buy buns.

They may all be repeat customers who have tasted the taste. Basically, there are very few people who buy steamed buns today. They buy five or ten. The price is disputed.

"Is this steamed stuffed bun so delicious?"

There are so many people around the factory, it's almost becoming a strange scenery, naturally those curious people come to watch the fun.

"It's delicious. I bought ten of them and went home yesterday. I yelled at my picky eater. My daughter-in-law has spoken. I will buy more today, otherwise the little ancestor will be turned upside down."

A tall and strong man with dark skin said to the questioner, and bought ten more buns along the way.

He couldn't hold back the ten buns yesterday and ate four of them. Today he stopped eating and took them home for his son and daughter.

The taste of this steamed stuffed bun is really good, but the price is really expensive, the same price can almost buy two steamed stuffed buns from other houses, even if he has a higher level of work and can earn a salary of more than 100 yuan a month, he can't afford it Eating this steamed stuffed bun every day, he thought about it, let the children have a good time, and he would satisfy his hunger every now and then.

Almost everyone who was asked gave the same answer. Hearing so many people praise buns as a delicacy in the world, it seems that if they don’t buy them, they will be sorry for the high wages of their workers. If they don’t buy a few for their parents, wives and children, It's just that cold-blooded selfishness is not human.

Some people who were still on the sidelines were embarrassed to just watch, and together with the smell of steamed buns that went straight to their noses, they also paid for a few to taste.

The big deal is that it's not tasty, so I won't buy it in the future.

Of course, as long as you have tasted the taste of buns, you will enter this bun pit, and you may never get up again.

Because of yesterday's experience, Yan Chu specially made a hundred more buns, but the 250 buns were still sold out in more than 20 minutes. Looking at the empty steamer, those who didn't buy the buns wanted to sell this handsome bun. The boss tied him up and asked him to make some buns on the spot before leaving.

"Boss, you should make more steamed stuffed buns tomorrow. There are more than a thousand workers in our factory, plus the nearby municipal school, you have to make at least a few thousand steamed stuffed buns for him to sell."

"That's right, let us slander you just by smelling it, your business is not kind."

Yan Chu glanced at the people who told him to make thousands of steamed buns for sale. It would take him several hours just to mix the stuffing and knead the bread for steaming. Baozi, let's wait until he becomes a tentacle monster one day.

Yan Chu was quite satisfied with his current income, and he decided to sell two hundred and fifty steamed buns every day in the future.

If you want to become the king of meat buns, you have to be a bit aggressive. Rare things are more expensive. Yan Chu decided so happily.

After everyone's persuasion and begging, Yan Chu came and left in a hurry, and the owners of the other three breakfast stalls finally breathed a sigh of relief.

They unexpectedly found that their business was better than before at the end of the day, and those workers who didn't buy Yan Chu's buns didn't bother to go to the cafeteria to buy breakfast. It's not much different, the most important thing is that you don't need food stamps and meat stamps, so you can selectively spend them at these stalls.

The mood of the three bosses has changed from being jealous at the beginning to being relaxed and joyful now, and they secretly pray in their hearts that the strange meat bun stall will stay here for a long time. Popularity, and then sell out in half an hour and leave. By then, there will be those who have not bought buns. Wouldn’t it be cheaper for them

In this way, the ending of you eating meat and me and soup cleverly dissipated the hostility of these aborigines towards Yan Chu, which Yan Chu had never thought of before.

*****

Yan Chu rented an old courtyard in the city. The shape of a three-section courtyard, with a small courtyard, the monthly rent is only 16 yuan. Because it is a single family, there is no need to worry about being disturbed. Yan Chu took a fancy to this house and immediately paid half a year's rent.

He intends to use this small courtyard as his base in the future, but it's a pity that he doesn't have enough money to buy this courtyard, otherwise, it will be more comfortable to live in when the house is completely his own.

It has been half a month since his first day selling steamed stuffed buns at the No. 1 state-owned factory, and the steamed stuffed bun stall has introduced many new rules one after another.

For example, because the business is so good, the price of steamed buns has risen to 30 cents each, which can be called sky-high priced steamed buns, reducing the looting behavior of some people. For example, the quota of steamed buns that each person can buy per day is only five, and Yan Chu’s head is comparable to that of a seal. Trying to wear more hats in vain, changing clothes and queuing up to buy one more time is not going to work.

This rule has attracted resistance from some people. They buy steamed buns with their own ability and money. Why can’t they buy more? Of course, such a protest happened when a rich and powerful little boss bought it all at once for his daughter’s wedding banquet. One hundred and fifty steamed buns made many people unable to eat Pan An's steamed buns that day, and it was recognized by the majority of customers.

Meat Bao Pan An is a nickname given to Yan Chu by customers based on the tofu Xishi, which Yan Chu himself does not recognize.

Of course, there are policies and there are countermeasures. Rich people are indispensable in any era. Yan Chu stipulates that each person can only buy five buns. Those who have a large demand and have money will increase the price from those who buy buns. Some people mobilized a whole family, retired old people and children who have not yet gone to school, to gather outside the No. 1 state-owned factory in the morning.

Because the business was surprisingly good, Yan Chu was quickly noticed by others.

Self-employment is looked down upon by most people these days, but there are still a small number of people who agree with the existence of self-employment.

Based on the popularity of Yan Chu's business, they settled an account for him.

How much is the net profit of buns? Anyone who has made buns knows that usually a meat bun sells for fifteen cents. If it is pure meat stuffing, the profit is around four cents. Hello everyone, according to the current price of 30 cents for a steamed bun, each steamed stuffed bun is at least 15 cents.

He sells two hundred and fifty buns a day, which means that his daily net profit is 37.5 yuan. Many people think that his profit may be higher, and the net profit of more than 30 yuan is still less. Calculated.

Now young people in their twenties earn about 50 yuan to work in a factory, while Yan Chu, who is about the same age, can make a net profit of more than 1,000 yuan a month relying on his steamed stuffed bun stand.

What kind of concept is this? By selling buns for a month, he can get together the three major items of a bicycle, watch, radio, and by selling buns for a few months, he can buy a house with a small courtyard in the city.

Marrying him wasn't just marrying a man, it was marrying a moving gold mine.

Besides, this gold mine manager is very handsome, otherwise he would not be called Pan An, a meat bag. He has both wealth and appearance, and apart from the bad reputation of self-employed, he has almost no shortcomings.

Therefore, these days, many people have taken a fancy to this steamed stuffed bun stall owner who admits that he has not yet married, thinking how to match him with his own girl. No, just as today's steamed stuffed buns are sold out, there is an old lady who is planning to attack.

"The buns are sold out today, and I may not be able to sell buns for a while."

Before the old lady could speak, Yan Chu's words blocked the question she hadn't asked yet.

"Why don't you sell buns anymore? Is there something wrong at home?"

Many people are used to eating a bun from Yan Chu's bun stall every day. Suddenly, without this delicious supply, they feel that they can't even work hard, and they panic immediately.

"That's right, my grandson has identified your steamed stuffed buns, and he doesn't like anything else. If you have anything to tell my aunt, my aunt's son works in the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Maybe I can help you."

Yan Chu was surrounded by those who had bought the buns and hadn't left yet. The old lady who wanted to match her granddaughter and Yan Chu just now was outnumbered and was pushed aside by the crowd.

"It's nothing, but I've made some money in the past half month. Making buns is quite tiring. I plan to go home and rest for a while. When the money is spent, I will come again."

Everyone imagined a lot of possibilities, wondering if something big happened to this little brother’s family, such as a relative in the family was sick or passed away, such as his parents asked him to go back to marry a wife, and so on, all that could be imagined up.

It never occurred to him that he had earned enough money and felt that making steamed buns was too tiring, and planned to sell steamed stuffed buns one day when the money ran out.

The people around were immediately petrified, and the corners of their mouths twitched for a while, but they had nothing to say about this answer.

"You child, no one thinks you have too much money."

In this era, labor is the most beautiful, and hardworking people are the most respectable. No one has ever been able to speak of laziness so confidently.

"Don't worry, I'm a person who spends money very quickly, and I'll show up again after half a month."

Yan Chu comforted his customers very kindly. In fact, sometimes money is very unavoidable. He was serious about this comforting words.

This bit of consolation didn't work at all. Everyone was shocked by Yan Chu's maverick behavior. In the end, when Yan Chu bypassed them and pushed his small cart away, they couldn't understand Yan Chu's strange brain circuit. out.

The old lady who just wanted to be a matchmaker for Yan Chu and her granddaughter heard what he said, and immediately dispelled her thoughts. She was also glad that Yan Chu interrupted her words before she could say them.

Although this meat bun Pan An can earn money, but at first glance, he is not a material for living. After earning some money, he wants to be lazy. He also said that he spends money very quickly. Such a man is a prodigal son. It's pretty good, the handsome guy is willing to spend money on his partner, but if he really wants to live, he must be pissed to death by him.

Looking at the back of Yan Chu who had already run away, the old lady sighed, what kind of parents are they, to raise such a prodigal son.

*****

The father and mother of the prodigal son are at the entrance of the village, looking at the son who is carrying chickens and ducks and carrying a big backpack from outside towards the village.

The second son of the Yan family came back from eating and drinking for free in the city, and the news spread quickly throughout the village like a tornado.

During Yan Chu's absence for half a month, everyone was betting on when Yan Chu's friend couldn't stand him and drove him back.

Some people gambled for three days, others for a week. Everyone felt that no one could endure their friends eating and drinking for free and not working, not even their best friends. Therefore, many villagers felt that Yan Chu I won't be long in the city and will be back.

But who knew that Yan Chu had broken the record. It took a full twenty days to leave, and the villagers have been talking about it these days, how rich is Yan Chu's friend, so that he can bear him eating free food for such a long time .

Now that Yan Chu came back, he was still carrying chickens, ducks and fish, and a big backpack that didn't know what it contained, and the villagers couldn't come over to see the excitement.

"Mom and Dad, this is my honor to you."

Under the eyes of the villagers, Yan Chu handed over the chickens and ducks that had been slaughtered and fluffed to the hands of the old lady Yan.

"My good buddy gave it to me. I'm too lazy to make it. When the time comes, let my sister-in-law burn it. I'll eat the ready-made one."

Under everyone's distrustful gazes, Yan Chu reluctantly changed his statement, and sure enough, the villagers, including his parents, finally showed understanding and relief on their faces.

"Little brother, don't worry, I promise to put enough material, so you don't need to lose your mind."

Jiang Dani really didn't expect my uncle to come back with a chicken and a duck as he said before he left. The duck looks very fat, and it must have been raised for a long time, and the soup will definitely make up for it.

A chicken, a duck, and two fish, these things are enough for the family to eat for several days.

At this time, Jiang Dani couldn't help feeling a little thankful that her brother-in-law was lazy, and that these ingredients were made at her house, so that everyone in the family could get some light. Thinking of her big hen who died unjustly, Jiang Dani finally relieved her grievances.

"Second Yan, what have you been doing in the city these days?"

The villagers used to be tired of this bum, and now that he hasn't been making trouble in the village for so long, they still feel a little panicked. Of course, this has something to do with the fact that Yan Chu received the pennant before, which washed away his image in the hearts of the villagers.

Now, in the eyes of the villagers, he is just a bastard who is a little bit bad and can't get along with the big bad, and he no longer hates him as before.

"I earn money in the city."

Yan Chu went to his eldest brother's house, and those old men and women in the village who didn't have to work in the fields and the little kids followed him to Yan Ai's country.

They have never been to places that far away from the city, and they want Yan Chu to tell them whether the city is particularly lively, whether the houses over there are all six or seven stories high, and whether people in the city can drink soy milk for a long time. Bowl to bowl.

As for Yan Chu's words that he was earning money in the city, no one in the village believed it.

"That's right, that's right, you've earned money, and you've earned face for the Yan family." The villagers responded perfunctorily, and then urged him to talk about the city.

How can a bum make money? I'm afraid it's not just eating and drinking to put money on his face.

But they wanted to hear about the situation in the city, so they were ashamed to expose Yan Chu's lies, thinking of making this bastard proud and satisfying his vanity.

In the afternoon, Yan Chu said, the villagers listened, and the atmosphere was very happy.

*****

"Mom and Dad, brother and sister-in-law, I am really earning money in the city."

After dinner, Jiang Dani sorted out the pile of duck bones on the table, while Mrs. Yan was helping, while the others sat and digested.

And she didn't cook the chicken and two fish today, fearing that the good stuff would be gone in one day.

But that duck alone made the whole family very happy to eat, including Yan Chuansi, who was only two years old. After drinking some soup, Le's eyes narrowed into little moons.

Yan Chu took out a piece of money that he had specially converted into bills before he came back, put it on the table, and said seriously.

Old Man Yan stood up abruptly, closed the windows and doors, and looked at his youngest son with despair.

"Tell me, who did you rob in the city!"