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After leaving the hospital, Lu Zifeng found the breakfast shop that wasn't doing very well.

To be fair, the breakfast shop had a decent environment, and the fried dough sticks and glutinous rice cakes tasted pretty good.

If business is bad, the only problem can be the location.

Lu Zifeng walked into the shop and ordered a bowl of soy milk and two fried dough sticks.

The proprietress was a young woman in her early twenties, with regular features. She wasn't the glamorous type, but her eyes and brows were very pleasing to the eye.

Perhaps while washing the dishes, she was worried that her cotton-padded coat would get wet, so she only wore a dark red knitted sweater that outlined her waistline.

As she carefully brought the soy milk to Lu Zifeng, he raised his eyelids and looked at her closely.

He then lowered his head, a faint smile playing on his lips.

This was the third time he had seen Qiao Ling, considering both his past and present lives.

The first time, or maybe it was in a past life.

At that time, Lu's father sold his self-built house next to the railway and compensated Wu Fucheng with two thousand yuan.

If it weren't for Lu's parents threatening suicide, Lu Zifeng would have really gone and killed that bastard.

As luck would have it, a few days later Lu Zifeng ran into Wu Biao, He Cheng, and their group near the hospital.

He intended to take a detour, but was stopped by the ungrateful He Cheng.

He Cheng was from the countryside and didn't know Lu Zifeng's reputation in the county. He repeatedly made sarcastic remarks, and Lu Zifeng, who wasn't exactly good-tempered, rushed up and gave him a beating.

He fought five opponents single-handedly and held his own.

In a fit of emotion, thinking about how much he had already been wronged in his life, and how he didn't know how much money he would have to pay if he took action this time, he decided that he might as well die together with the Wu family, so he rushed to the breakfast shop next door and grabbed a knife.

Qiao Ling was initially frightened, but she quickly recovered and grabbed Lu Zifeng's arm from behind: "Brother, calm down. Brother, listen to me, if you cut yourself like this, your life will be over."

"Get out of my way, my life is over!"

"You're so young, you have a long life ahead of you. If you were shot, wouldn't your parents be devastated?"

Perhaps thinking of his parents threatening suicide, or perhaps because Wu Biao and He Cheng had already run far away, Lu Zifeng slowly put down the kitchen knife.

Afterwards, Lu Zifeng calmed down.

He got into many fights, but never once did he intend to kill anyone.

But this time, when facing the Wu family, he truly harbored murderous intent.

If Qiao Ling hadn't stopped him, he would have made an irreparable mistake.

So when Lu Zifeng left Dongxian to work elsewhere, he specially brought a bag of oranges to thank Qiao Ling.

Qiao Ling encouraged him and even told him the story of Han Xin enduring the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs.

"Want revenge? Then live a better life than your enemies and make them furious." Qiao Ling said, stuffing a few tea eggs into Lu Zifeng's pocket for him to eat on the way.

And then, there was no more.

Years later, when Lu Zifeng returned to Dong County, he still wanted to visit Qiao Ling, but she had already moved away.

Some say she married someone from another place.

Some say he went to work in Guangdong Province.

The steam from the soy milk had dissipated, and the scene inside the shop became clear again.

"Sis, two more tea eggs, please." Lu Zifeng waved his hand.

"Wait a minute!"

When Qiao Ling brought over the tea eggs, Lu Zifeng, seeing that no one was in the shop, smiled and asked, "Sister, do you remember me?"

Qiao Ling paused for a moment, carefully examined Lu Zifeng for a while, then suddenly pointed at him with her index finger and said with a smile, "I was wondering why he looked familiar. He was the one selling fruit baskets outside my shop yesterday!"

Lu Zifeng nodded.

"Your business seemed pretty good yesterday, unlike our breakfast shop, which only makes a few dollars a day."

It costs a few dollars a day, which adds up to a couple hundred dollars a month.

They look similar to factory workers, but they have no rest, no pension or medical insurance, and have to get up early. It's actually quite tough for them.

Lu Zifeng asked, "What made you decide to start a breakfast business here?"

Qiao Ling looked dejected: "I live right behind the shop, and it's right on the street, so the foot traffic seems pretty good. Who knew there would be no business?"

Lu Zifeng smiled and said, "People who eat breakfast outside are usually rushing to school or work. There are no schools or factories around here, so the flow of people comes from the hospital. People visiting patients don't need to go to the hospital specifically to eat breakfast, and hospitalized patients usually need to eat light food. Your fried food is not suitable for them."

Qiao Ling suddenly realized, "Brother, you're quite experienced! Have you made breakfast before?"

Lu Zifeng nodded without hesitation: "I've done it before."

"So why did you stop doing it later?"

"I can't get up in the morning."

"Pfft~" Qiao Ling burst out laughing.

Through casual conversation, the two gradually became more familiar with each other.

Lu Zifeng said, "I wanted to discuss with you whether you have any spare rooms. I'm planning to rent one for a few days to store fruit."

"Is it just for storing fruit?" Qiao Ling asked hesitantly.

"Don't worry, it's just fruit. This will make it easier for me to stock up."

"I happen to have an empty room inside, absolutely clean. As long as the door is locked, no mice or cockroaches can get in. How much are you willing to pay per day?"

What do you think?

Qiao Ling thought for a moment and then held up five fingers.

Lu Zifeng considered it for a moment.

In this day and age, five yuan a day is a bit expensive, but I earned more than three hundred yuan yesterday, so the rent cost of only five yuan is completely acceptable.

Besides, who told her to have been kind to him in his past life?

"Alright, I'll bring the fruit over in a bit. What's your surname, sister?" Lu Zifeng pretended to ask anyway.

"My surname is Qiao."

"Okay, Sister Qiao, I'll give you the money first."

As Lu Zifeng spoke, he took a five-yuan bill out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

Just as he was about to leave, Qiao Ling called out from behind, "Hey bro, here's your change."

Lu Zifeng suddenly realized that she was talking about 50 cents?

"Just leave it there for now, we'll settle the bill when I move it."

After Lu Zifeng brought over the fruit baskets one truckload at a time, Qiao Ling formally gave Lu Zifeng a receipt, noting the number of fruit baskets stored and the daily inventory.

It's past breakfast time now, and business at the shop is getting increasingly slow.

Lu Zifeng said, "Sister Qiao, you're just sitting around doing nothing anyway, why don't you put the fruit baskets at the door and help me sell them? I'll sell these yellow ones for fifteen; the green ones for eighteen; and the purple ones for twenty-five. For every fruit basket you sell, I'll give you two yuan extra."

"Two pieces?" Qiao Ling's face lit up with joy.

Her soy milk only cost five cents a bowl, fried dough sticks were also five cents each, and porridge was ten cents a bowl.

If the average spending per person is two cents, then every fruit basket she sells is equivalent to the income of ten people, and the fruit basket has no cost.

The position east of the county hospital was handed over to Qiao Ling, while Lu Zifeng was in charge of the west.

With this, the county hospital now has two fruit basket sales points, and any imitators who want to enter the market will have to think twice about the competitive environment.

By the end of the day, Qiao Ling had sold 12 fruit baskets and Lu Zifeng had sold 21, earning a total of more than 700 yuan.