With the purchasing system in hand, he is worshipped as a god by international students

Both sides are afraid of the other going back on their word.

The money and goods were exchanged decisively and quickly.

Qiu Ling carefully placed the paper-cut of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" wrapped in gauze on the back seat of the car, then turned around, picked up Duoduo who was digging the soil in the yard and ran away.

in the room.

The couple finally breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the car start. Ma Liang looked at the money on the table and was a little hesitant to reach out.

It was Luo Guixiang who boldly reached out and untied the bundles of money to count them...

"Not one more, not one less, exactly 11..." Luo Guixiang's lips were trembling.

"Ah!" she screamed.

"Brother Liang, you are awesome! 11, this is 11! I have to sell lunch boxes for 3 years to make this much money!

I said that persistence would definitely pay off, and sure enough, someone has a keen eye for talent!

So, is this the only painting you have of Along the River During the Qingming Festival? I remember you also cut out a painting of the God of Longevity before. I have to go to the warehouse and look for it!"

It was rare to see his wife obsessed with money, and it was all because of him. Ma Liang was very proud.

He raised his head and said, "I'll go with you."

Finally, the couple worked hard in the warehouse for most of the day and found a picture of the birthday god that was 1.5 meters high and 1 meter wide, and two landscape pictures that were two meters long.

"I'll show it to my sister next time she comes." Ma Liang carefully checked the paper-cut, and when he saw that it was not damaged, he asked Luo Guixiang to take it and put it away.

Luo Guixiang did as she was told and went into the kitchen to work after she was done.

Ma Liang was also completely unable to rest. If possible, he would like to cut paper 24 hours a day.

The couple worked hard to make more money.

Similarly, Qiu Ling also tried her best to get more money from the little golden egg!

I drove my beloved pickup truck and came to the place where I had eaten iron pot stew last time based on my memory.

It is about three o'clock in the afternoon.

The shed hasn't been set up yet and there's not many people in the shop.

Qiu Ling lifted the heavy curtain and walked in, and saw the boss taking a nap on the table.

Meng's saliva was all over the floor.

"Cough cough."

The boss didn't move.

Qiu Lingqi sank into his Dantian: "Uncle!"

The boss looked up suddenly. "What? What the hell?"

He subconsciously touched his mouth and wiped the saliva off his face without realizing it.

A bit dirty.

Qiu Ling took out a piece of paper from his pocket and gave it to him.

The boss was very polite. He took the paper and wiped his face with a blank look, and said, "Thank you, sister."

Gradually coming back to his senses, the boss stood up to greet me: "Well, are you here to eat?"

Qiu Ling: Otherwise, I saw you were sleeping soundly, so I woke you up on purpose?

"Well... it's like this. Last time I came to your place and ate iron pot stew, I couldn't forget it after I went back, so I wanted to do business with you."

The boss laughed so hard at the first half of her sentence that his teeth were showing. After hearing the second half, he stared at her warily and muttered, "Doing business? What kind of business?"

"I'd like to order a meal from you. I don't want anything else, just the iron pot stewed pork ribs, about... 280 servings a day." Qiu Ling looked around the store. There were only 12 tables in total. One pot could fry at least 12 pounds of pork ribs. Even if half a pound of ribs was a meal, 12 pounds could make 24 servings, so 12 tables would mean 288 servings.

Of course, this is just Qiu Ling's rough estimate, and the actual situation may fluctuate up or down.

However, the boss didn’t seem excited at all.

He even laughed it off, sat down on a stool, waved his hands and said, "Oh, I don't do this business."

The boss's words dealt a heavy blow to Qiu Ling!

She didn't understand, "Why?"

The boss took a sip of the herbal tea in the enamel cup and said, "I'm busy from morning till night every day. I can finally sleep in the afternoon. Why should I work so hard?"

Qiu Ling tried to persuade him: "Although it's tiring, it's profitable, and don't worry, I won't lower the price." He first showed his sincerity, and then praised him a little: "To be honest, I have never eaten iron pot stew in Harbin that is more authentic than yours. Wow, this taste, even if I leave Harbin in the future, I will miss it all my life!"

"Emma! I'm so embarrassed." The boss smiled shyly.

Hehe, there's hope!

Qiu Ling approached step by step: "Uncle, I came here with sincerity today. Don't rush to reject me. Let's be friends." After that, she took out a pack of Huazi from her bag.

The boss was about to take the cigarette, but he came to his senses at the critical moment and shook his head wildly: "This is not about whether to bargain or not, or whether to make friends or not. If you come over for dinner tonight, I'll open a separate table for you. When you leave, come over and I'll take the initiative to give you a farewell party, but let's forget about the cooperation."

"No, uncle, why?" Qiu Ling didn't understand. Wouldn't it be stupid not to make money?

The boss became interested and started talking: "Let me tell you this, how much money is enough? Hundreds of thousands? Millions?

To be honest, I have bought 5 houses and 2 cars with the help of this small shop. If my son is good at studying, I will work harder and save money to send him to study abroad. But he is a country boy and his academic performance is terrible. I don't ask him to have a bright future. I will pass on my skills to him in the future. If he can make a success of the business, he will be lucky. If not, the 5 houses will be enough for him to live on.

Besides, I can still work for another few decades, and all the money I earn from now on will be saved. Why should I work so hard?

We only have one life, so we should eat, drink and play!"

Qiu Ling: So insightful and makes sense!

But he has 5 houses, 5 houses, and she doesn’t even have 5 houses!

Regardless of the price, in terms of quantity alone, Qiu Ling clearly lost.

Tell me, how should I persuade him?

She couldn't tell people, "Don't be so carefree, think ahead and plan for the future."

After all, Qiu Ling himself wanted to make a lot of money so that he could retire peacefully...

But, should we just give up like that?

She was still a little unwilling: "How about you think about it again? I will trouble you for three months at most. At worst, I can pay you more."

"No, this job can't be done in a day." The boss lay down and fell asleep.

Well, I really met someone who wouldn’t do it even if you paid me money.

If it was a collectible, it would be fine, as long as you could use the money, but this was a meal, and if you raised the price to a stratum, it would arouse suspicion.

When the boss started snoring, Qiu Ling knew that this trip was hopeless.

Hey, it’s no big deal!

Harbin is so big that there are more than one iron pot stew restaurant. At worst, she can ask Zou Qian for recommendations. At worst, she can try each restaurant herself and always find one that satisfies her.

Qiu Ling stopped hesitating, straightened her collar and left the shop.

She trotted back to the car and just fastened her seat belt.

A pair of tender and chubby hands patted her car window.

"Woof woof woof!" Duoduo barked fiercely at the car window.

Duoduo: Who? You're so scary! You scared me!

Qiu Ling slowly rolled down the window: "Huh?"

A boy with a flattering smile came up to her and said slyly, "I have the iron pot stew recipe from the store you just entered. Do you want it?"