Nini and her friends listened to what the adults said in confusion, but for their age, these things were a bit too advanced. Compared to these things, they were more interested in other things.
In the crowded crowd, four masked men came over pushing stalls. They looked a bit funny in their clown costumes. They waved the jelly in their hands and shouted to sell them.
Behind the glass window of the stall is jelly made from fish scales, and the jelly is decorated with fruit pulp of various colors. It looks very beautiful, which is really a great attraction for children.
"How much is it?" Nini took out a coin with Charles's portrait on it from her pocket.
"It's not expensive, just ten koris."
Hearing what the clown said, Nini put the coin back with difficulty. It was too expensive. You know, the new currency, Corey, is more valuable than the previous Echo Coin. Ten Coreys can buy three fish at the dock.
Although her mother's salary at the factory was not low, Nini's frugality engraved in her heart prevented her from buying things with such a high premium.
Seeing Nini's hesitant expression, the skinny boy next to her took out a handful of crumpled banknotes from his trouser pocket and said, "It's okay! I'll treat you guys. My mom gives me a lot of pocket money every day now!"
The banknotes were handed over, and soon Nini and the other three had four small bowls of jelly in their hands. With smiles on their faces, they looked at the magnificent warships while eating the snacks in their hands.
The jelly sold very quickly and soon all the jelly in the large iron box was sold out. But it was obvious that the four clowns were well prepared and they appeared again after a while.
Business was still brisk, but the four stall owners were so busy that their clown costumes got soaked and they didn't have time to change.
When they finally sold out the stock they had prepared for a long time, they pushed the cart to a corner, opened the tin box, and looked at the large box of coins and banknotes inside. The clowns laughed.
"Boss! You are awesome! I have never seen so much money!" a bald clown shouted excitedly.
"What are you shouting for! Hurry up and count them clearly for me, so I can see the total number."
They took off the masks on their heads, and the four people who had been playing tricks with the luminous materials in the tent appeared in the same place.
"Boss! A total of 39,200 cores! We are rich!!"
Johnson showed a hint of pride on his face, this was much more profitable than the previous business. The jelly was made from fish scales picked up from the ground in the fish market, and the fruits were also half-rotten ones. He just had to peel off the bad ones and leave the good ones for use.
With such cost control, the nearly 40,000 yuan in revenue is almost given away for free.
But these are secondary to the possibility of making so much money. The most important thing is the business opportunity that Johnson keenly noticed from the news: the war is about to start.
If you want to fight a war, you need to mobilize the navy, and if you need to mobilize the naval fleet, there will be a lot of people on the docks to watch the fun. The more people who come to watch the fun, the more money you can make.
"Boss! You wanted to sell those garbage for 10 koli each, and I thought you were crazy! I didn't expect you would actually sell them all!!" The bald man looked at his own head, his eyes full of admiration.
Johnson took out a black hat and put it on his head. He touched the brim of the hat and said, "What did I say before? People in Hope Island have money! After we deposit the money in the bank, we'll have a good meal to reward our hard work these days!"
"good!!"
The square-faced subordinate whispered to Johnson across from him, "Boss, I heard that the owner of this restaurant is Governor Charles' chef. If we eat here, doesn't that mean we can also enjoy the Governor's treatment?"
Johnson looked at them with contempt. "Dream on. Do you know what other people call Charles's exploration ship? The fortune ship! Anyone who can work on the ship will get rich. A rich islander will cook for you?"
The square-faced man scratched the back of his head awkwardly and nodded with a wry smile. "Yeah, yeah."
"That's not the case. Besides getting rich, there are also people who lose their lives! I heard that people on the ship have died several times." The bald man picked up the white tablecloth on the table and wrapped it around his neck.
"Then even if I die, I will be rich. As long as I can get rich, I am willing to die. I have had enough of the poor life!"
"Stop talking nonsense. Here are your portions." Johnson threw three thick envelopes onto the empty plate in front of his subordinates.
When they quickly opened the envelope and counted the amount inside, their faces suddenly turned bitter. "Boss! How come we only have 2,500 cores? We have been busy with you these days."
"Humph! You think it's too little? You guys haven't even settled the score for betraying me in front of the Admiral of Hope Island! If I wasn't kind-hearted, you wouldn't get a single cent!"
When they heard their boss say this, they quickly put the money away, smiled and shook their heads to indicate that they didn't have it.
Looking at the ugly faces in front of him, Johnson sighed in his heart. He actually didn't want to use these guys who were more likely to cause trouble than to help, but the problem was that this was Hope Island, and he was at most an outsider here. If he didn't use them, there would be no one else to use.
As for looking for people from Hope Island, that is a very risky thing to do. If you rashly trust the people from other islands here, you might be sold out without even knowing it.
As they were talking, the steaming food came up. They began to wolf down the food as they had not eaten for the whole day. As they ate, they talked to their companions. It was indeed the same delicacy that the Governor had eaten. The taste was different.
Sitting high has its advantages. You can enjoy the beautiful scenery while eating delicious food. Through the glass in the distance, you can just see the lively sea not far away.
Just as Johnson raised a glass of brandy, shook it slightly and raised his neck to drink it, a girl walked out from the stairs next to him and his eyes suddenly lit up.
She was a flaxen-haired girl. When she walked up on the wooden floor with a smile, her charming appearance overshadowed the entire third floor.
She did not come alone. She was followed by a couple and a boy who had just learned to walk. The boy was holding a shark doll with some hair falling off.
The waitress obviously knew the family. She smiled and led them to an empty seat. Then she removed the tentative sign on the table and gently pulled out the stool. "Ms. Lily, please take a seat."
"Thank you." After Lily sat down, she started ordering food. That was Lily, but not the gunner Lily on the Narwhal, but Lily from Hope Island.
(End of this chapter)