Starting from a short stick, becoming the master of the universe

Chapter 26 Background
"Really? Hahaha, I forgot. Sorry."

Xiao Yuanqing was startled for a moment, then reacted and turned to look at Jiang Cheng, "Sweet potato seller, how much is one of your sweet potatoes?"

It’s not that he was reluctant to spend the money, but he felt that he had to pay for eating at a roadside stall?
However, this time, he had finally managed to go out to dinner with his junior sister, so naturally he had to leave a good impression on her.

"Six dollars each."

Jiang Cheng looked at Bai Wei with some surprise.

I thought to myself that this woman actually has some conscience.

"Take it. No need to look for it."

He held out a twenty-dollar bill.

Everyone's eyes turned to Jiang Cheng.

Lu Zicheng, who was standing by, also widened his eyes.

In his opinion, it would be better not to have the money.

After all, no one knows what the guy who is handing over the money is thinking at this moment. What if he feels unhappy and causes trouble for you later?

Jiang Cheng didn't think much about it.

Since you give it, I will accept it, but I will only accept what I should accept.

He took the twenty-yuan bill in his left hand and the eight-yuan change in his right hand.

"What do you mean?"

Xiao Yuanqing narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him.

"Two sweet potatoes for only twelve yuan, eight yuan change."

Jiang Cheng said.

"hehe."

Hearing this, Xiao Yuanqing smiled.

"Sweet potato seller, are you stupid? Or is there something wrong with your ears? Didn't you hear me? Don't you need to look for it?"

"Haha, it's a bit silly."

Bai Wei covered her mouth and laughed.

"right?"

Seeing that he had made his junior sister laugh, Xiao Yuanqing laughed even louder, waved at Jiang Cheng, and left.

Jiangcheng is speechless.

It's like who the hell needs your eight dollars.

Moreover, this guy doesn't seem to be a good person at first glance. If the junior sister next to him hadn't reminded him, he would have just walked away.

As soon as the two left, the atmosphere at the scene relaxed.

"Boss, congratulations, you made an extra eight dollars."

"Hahaha, yes, but Boss, these people from the martial arts school are unacceptable to you or us. If there is a next time, it is best not to take their money."

"Yeah, even if they give it to you, don't take it."

Hearing everyone's reminder, Jiang Cheng quickly agreed.

After all, everyone means well.

Then, all the freshly baked sweet potatoes were sold out.

Seeing this, those who didn’t buy anything had to leave first, planning to come back to buy after a few dozen minutes when there were fewer people.

Before leaving, someone suggested that Jiang Cheng should bring an extra oil barrel next time so that he could bake two batches at once.

To be honest, Jiang Cheng did have this idea.

After all, who can have trouble with money?
Just to be on the safe side, he planned to wait for two or three days and make a decision after the situation became clear.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was evening.

Jiang Cheng had just sold the last batch of roasted sweet potatoes and started to pack up his stall. He had to go to the grain store to buy raw sweet potatoes later.

When Lu Zicheng saw this, he was a little surprised at first, and then felt sad.

He specially bought some starch sausages with high meat content today. If he sold them, the price would be the same, but at the end of the day, he didn't sell many more.

Of course, if we really talk about whether the sales volume is increased or not, there are still more than ten more, but that is all thanks to Jiangcheng.

The people who were gathered around heard him shouting, came over to buy one, and ate while waiting.

But when I think about the fact that Jiang Cheng sold out every batch he made, and then sold out every batch he made, I feel bad.

"Jiang Cheng, you sold a lot more today than yesterday, right?"

Hearing the voice beside him, Jiang Cheng sighed inwardly, what was supposed to come finally came.

"It's not bad, it's a little more than yesterday."

"is it?"

Lu Zicheng said slowly: "I counted. Since I came here, you have sold nearly eighty roasted sweet potatoes. If you count the time in the morning, it must be more than ninety."

Ninety pieces, at six yuan each, would cost 540 yuan.

Half of the profit, 270! This is what he could earn in two days, or even three days.

As a result, Jiang Cheng did it in one day.

"It's pretty much the same."

Jiang Cheng smiled bitterly.

This guy is indeed right.

"Alas, this is already the limit. The time for baking sweet potatoes is fixed, and I can only bake this many in a day."

Lu Zicheng was about to say something, but after thinking about it, he swallowed it back.

If he told others about it, and Jiang Cheng really got two barrels to roast after he returned, then it would be more painful for him to see Jiang Cheng making money than to see himself losing money.

"It's getting late, I'll go back first."

Jiang Cheng smiled.

"great, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Jiang Cheng pushed the cart and left.

I thought to myself, this person should stop comparing himself with others, he should compare himself with himself. How can he be happy if he always compares himself with others?

Just like some people, who are also in their twenties, live in the city over there and lead a good life, while they are struggling to survive under the hands of the gangs.

When I came out of the grain store, the sky was dark and there were fewer people on the street.

Jiang Cheng pushed the cart and turned into an alley.

Although he was no longer worried about the thugs blocking his way, and even had some expectations, he still did not dare to be careless.

Just, the same as yesterday.

The shadows hiding in the dark quietly left after seeing that it was him coming.

We passed through many alleys along the way, and suddenly we heard crying coming from a fork in the road ahead.

"Gentlemen, I have no money, really no money. You have searched me just now, right? I beg you, please be kind and let me go." An old man's voice rang out.

"No money? Okay, then leave the things here. You can redeem them when you have money."

"No, this is my livelihood. My family depends on it. Please, sirs, let me go. Business has been slow these past two days and not many people are buying stinky tofu. When business picks up in a couple of days, I will pay you the money you owe me. Please."

The old man was in tears.

It was eerily quiet.

"You old fool, do you think we are idiots? Two days later? Today, you either leave the things behind, or pay me three hundred dollars."

"Three hundred, sir. Even if you sell me, you can't get that much, right?"

"Then leave your tricycle and everything on it behind!"

"No, gentlemen, please, please be merciful."

the old man cried.

When Jiang Cheng heard this, he couldn't help but stop and anger surged in his heart.

These people are simply beasts, they don’t even spare the elderly!

"what!"

A scream.

A groan of pain was heard.

"You old thing, you have no shame!"

A voice full of hostility sounded, and the culprit who made the old man scream just now was him.

However, this voice sounded somewhat familiar to Jiang Cheng.

In other words, it touched the original body's memory.

In this slum, most of the thugs are ordinary people who come out at night to rob and bully those who are weaker than them.

A few thugs have backgrounds, just like the ones not far away. They have the support of someone in the Wild Wolf Gang. They not only rob ordinary people, but also thugs. Half of the money they rob is given to the people above them, and the other half is given to themselves.

The original body had encountered these people many times, and even had his tricycle confiscated several times. Once, he had to borrow money from Mrs. Chen to redeem it.

Jiang Cheng was instantly startled and broke out in a cold sweat, and withdrew his hands from his back.

Fortunately, I did not act impulsively and rushed over immediately. Otherwise, if I had a conflict with these people, the consequences would be unpredictable.

Of course he is not afraid of these guys, but what about the Wild Wolf Gang?

They were a bunch of desperate criminals.

"Feel sorry."

Jiang Cheng whispered, as if he was talking to the old man, but also as if he was talking to himself.

Pushing the cart, he turned into a small alley nearby.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to take care of it, but he doesn’t have the ability to do so at the moment.

(End of this chapter)