After school, Yan Gou and Liang Wendao went to the library to get Jin Menglu's study materials, and Li Nanbian accompanied Jin Menglu to bond after school. Lu Rong each sent a red envelope to reimburse the dinner, while he was caught in the crowd after school, pushing his bicycle and walking outside the school.
But as long as it is a middle school, there will inevitably be snacks outside. Outside the main entrance of Chengnan Middle School, there are several trolleys pushing a row. The carts are carrying a large coal stove. On top of the coal stove is a steaming oil pan, and on the oil pan is a dark net cage.
During the rush hour after school, well-known spicy chicken foods at home and abroad, such as skewers, sausages, tenderloin, and bone-meat joints, are boiling enthusiastically in the oil pan; the cages are full of freshly cooked spicy chicken foods, which are swept away as soon as they come out . Questions such as "Have you scanned Alipay?" and "Which sausage is the sausage" floated in the fragrant air.
The students couldn't resist the temptation of spicy chicken food, and they huddled together in front of the booth, and the scene was hot.
All the small vendors ushered in the peak of their business, and they were so busy that they were dizzy. There was only one middle-aged uncle standing in the bleak autumn wind, with the few strands of hair left on his head fluttering in the wind. There was no one in front of him, nothing in the frying pan, and the cages were filled with cold skewers. He looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, feeling very melancholy.
He might have looked like a poet if he hadn't had a swollen face.
Lu Rong stood still in front of him: "Old Wang."
Lao Wang's eyes fell: "You are here." He lifted his chin unrestrainedly, pointed at the skewers in the cage, "Take it." He took a deep puff of cigarette, and then looked at it from a 45-degree angle. sky.
Lu Rong originally wanted to take it, but as soon as Old Wang smoked, the soot fell on the tenderloin, and Lu Rong retracted his half-stretched hand.
It's not unreasonable that Pharaoh's business is poor. He is short and fat, with few strands of hair left, a bald head, and a fleshy face. The whole image interprets the words "middle-aged and greasy".
He doesn't talk about hygiene, and uses soot as cumin powder.
Seeing that Chen Yulian next door is very good at flirting, no matter whether she is smiling and flattering or sternly demanding money, she seems to be doing this business intentionally. At first glance, Lao Wang was struggling to make ends meet, barely doing this job, without enthusiasm, and not active in his work. He is the kind of customer who takes your money and doesn't burn the skewers properly and then let him go.
"Put out the cigarette, and follow me to the vegetable market." Lu Rong suggested.
"Okay." Lao Wang came out from the back of the cart, from top to bottom a white racer-back vest, apron, boxer shorts, leg hair, and flip flops. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground, twisted it smartly with a flip-flop, slowly packed up the cart, pulled it to the garage not far away, and pushed it in with a bang.
Lu Rong and Lao Wang walked past the thriving stall, and the aunt was asking loudly whose chicken chops it was.
Lu Rong: "Her name is Chen Yulian. She cooks fried rice at the gate of the school in the morning and fried tenderloin in the evening. When I was in school, she has been here for 7 years. That is to say, she has been rooted in the south of the city for 11 years. Rain or shine for 11 years. .Her family has three suites, with an annual income of more than 1 million. During our summer vacation, she went to the Maldives for vacation. Her son is the same age as me, and he is studying in high school in the United States."
Lao Wang took a deep breath of the cigarette and let it out slowly, the breath was so long that it even blew his few remaining hair.
Old Wang: "A real man doesn't bend his waist for five buckets of rice."
Lu Rong: "My mother has a problem."
The old king trembled.
Old Wang: "Why does a man have to worry about not having a wife?"
Lu Rong: "I will remember this sentence for you. If you come to my house in the future, you will be beaten to death."
Old Wang's footsteps paused.
He is a college student in the 1990s. He studied pure literature. He has a sensitive heart and a straightforward personality.
He is a literati with pride, and feels that driving a taxi is not in line with his status, he is depressed, and he is not active in driving, so he has not made a fortune by driving for so many years.
Lao Wang was robbed a few years ago. He was fine, but he got pdst for the taxi. He went to the taxi company and returned the car he had driven for seven or eight years. He checked the balance in the bank card: Damn, I have been in the bank for so many years. What are you doing? Where is the money
After that, I did a lot of work on and off, but I couldn't do it for a month. A month ago, I got into a coal stove and an oil pan, and started a skewer business.
Lao Wang is in the barbecue, and his heart is in literature. He often thinks about a question: I have learned a lot, how did I become like this
Thinking that he was also a high-achieving student in a prestigious school, studying Russian literature, and walking around the campus holding Tolstoy's book, many school girls blushed.
Now I'm almost forty, I haven't earned much money, but my hair is getting less and less day by day.
Haven't started a family yet.
Over the years, Lao Wang's dream lover has gradually changed from a school girl to a young married woman to a middle-aged divorced woman.
Lu Rong's mother, Fang Qing, is a flower in Tongzilou, single with a child, Lao Wang lives next door to his house, and in her dreams, she wants to be Fang Qing's next door Lao Wang.
Lu Rong was noncommittal about this. For the love of the middle-aged and the elderly, he does not take the initiative, refuses, and is not responsible for the younger generation.
But Lao Wang still wanted to be his father, and he couldn't let this potential father remain so shabby. Otherwise, if Lao Wang really got his way one day, others would say: "Hey, is it your stepfather who sells things at the school gate?" His face would be dull.
Even if his stepfather is a seller, he must be the king of sellers.
Lu Rong walked to the vegetable market with ease. During the rush hour, the vegetable market is crowded with people, but he still pushes his Giant women's bicycle, which is like a stone thrown in the water. You can still hear a sound when a stone is thrown into the water, but if the bicycle is gone, it is really gone.
While shopping for vegetables, Lu Rong mentioned something to Lao Wang: "Everyone sells tenderloin at the gate of the school, and you also sell tenderloin. You are still a newcomer, and you have no gender advantage or image advantage. You only have two possibilities. In the competition win."
Old Wang glanced at him: "Say."
Lu Rong: "One is to lower the price. You are cheaper than everyone else, and buyers will choose you. But this is not a long-term solution. Once you start a price war, either other sellers will also lower their prices; or other sellers will choose you. Partners isolate you, beat you, drive you away."
Lao Wang closed his eyes and listened attentively. Suddenly, with a "hey ha", he jumped up and performed a praying mantis fist.
"Crazy!" The woman selling green onions in the back was slapped by his hand and cursed.
Lao Wang stood at attention, and quickly returned to his mature, steady, and unworldly appearance.
Lu Rong gave Lao Wang a warning look, and the vegetable market was the most important stall where he spoke, so don't be shy: "Second, you provide scarce goods, things that no one sells."
Lao Wang: "There is a consensus on what to sell in the fried skewers at the gate of the school. If new products are introduced rashly, customers may not necessarily accept them."
Lu Rong: "Don't worry about this, I've already thought about the popular new product for you."
Old Wang: "What new product?"
Lu Rong: "The formula is three thousand."
Old Wang: "You want to sell me 3,000 yuan for a formula, are you stealing money?!"
Lu Rong: "Business is all about your love and I will. If you don't want to, just cover your money bag tightly, and you won't be able to steal your money."
Old Wang: "..."
Lao Wang: "Cheaper!"
Lu Rong: "I don't need to charge you. But you will give me a 10% commission for every copy you sell in the future."
Old Wang: "Damn it. You think I'm stupid. This must be 3000 buyout cheap!"
Lu Rong: "Give me 10% and I will be a shareholder. I guarantee that you will pay back your capital in half a year, enter the store in 1 year and open a chain in 3 years."
Lao Wang: "... I don't know if I can pay back half a year, enter a store in 1 year and open a chain in 3 years, but I know you can really brag."
Lu Rong finished picking out all kinds of fish and placed them in the bicycle frame: "Go back and think about it."
Old Wang thought for a while: "Is there something wrong with your mother?"
Lu Rong: "Yes. According to my observation, it is so."
Lao Wang thought for a while, then took out Alipay: "3000?"
Lu Rong remained silent.
Lao Wang: "3000 is 3000." Ready to transfer money.
The page shows: Insufficient balance.
Lao Wang changed several cards, all of which showed that the balance was insufficient.
Old Wang blushed, and smiled at Lu Rong's gradually widening evil smile. Sweat broke out on his forehead. Finally, he hid his mobile phone in his trouser pocket and took out his cigarette sadly.
Lu Rong's face turned cold: "I'm still underage."
Pharaoh had no choice but to put the cigarette back.
Under the setting sun, Lu Rong pushed his bicycle and walked with him, and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly: "Think of the best, we will be partners from now on."
Old Wang: "Go away."
When the two walked downstairs, they both stopped in their tracks. Downstairs was parked a car that shouldn't be here. The paint was shiny, reflecting the sunset in the sky, and the champagne-white car looked like flames were flowing.
Lu Rong propped up his bicycle, stepped forward at the same time as Lao Wang, and stared at the creamy and silky surface of the bicycle.
Staring and staring, Pharaoh raised his hand and straightened his little hair.
Lu Rong looked at his own reflection: "Bentley Mulsanne long-wheelbase luxury top-end, tens of millions."
Old Wang: "Which Harbin would buy this kind of car?"
The brat in the tube building is holding a stone and wants to scrape it up.
Lu Rong grabbed his hand, his eyes sharpened: "Don't touch it!"
Lao Wang fished the child over and pushed it back: "It's understandable, you hate the rich, don't be so fierce, this is not your car."
Lu Rongdao: "You don't know if you will be prosperous in the rest of your life, and you don't know if you will drive this kind of car one day. If this is your Bentley, if someone scratches it, would you feel distressed?" Said Then he turned around and went upstairs with a bag of fish.
Lao Wang leaned against the car door, lit a cigarette deeply, looked at Lu Rong's back, and moved his eyes to the sky: "Why does this child have so many obscene words all day long?"
The windows of the Bentley were down.
Driver: "Please don't lean on the car."
Old Wang: "... oh."