Chapter 38 Unforgettable Youth

"Yes Yes……"

The stall owner took the money and hurried out of the crowd.

"What the hell are you looking at? Get out of here, leave, leave..."

Sun Dapaozi yelled at the crowd again. The onlookers were all students, and they were most afraid of this kind of bastard, so they ran away in a hurry.

The crowd dispersed, and just as Shen Dapeng untied the ropes on Li Zeyu and Mu Xiaofeng, Li Zeyu hugged Shen Dapeng and cried loudly: "Brother Peng, thanks to you, I will never eat Bawang's meal again. ah……"

Cao Mengyuan looked at Sun Dapaozi secretly, feeling a little scared, but seeing that Sun Dapaozi seemed to have become Shen Dapeng's follower, and was still calling "Brother Peng" one after another, she felt very strange, and was hesitating whether to ask, but Pulled away by Lin Xiaoxiao, she reminded in a low voice: "A group of bastards, stay away from them."

"Big head, for today's matter, if you want to thank him, you can thank Sun Dapaozi. He was the one who helped you out just now."

As soon as Shen Dapeng finished speaking, before Li Zeyu and Mu Xiaofeng could thank him, Sun Dapaozi had already stepped forward and patted Li Zeyu on the shoulder, "They are all my brothers. If you say thank you, then you will be an outsider."

"Ahem..."

Li Zeyu coughed nervously and almost choked on the saliva. He couldn't figure out why Sun Dapaozi was so polite all of a sudden.

"Sun Dapaozi, what are you doing here?"

Shen Dapeng dragged Sun Dapaozi aside.

"Brother Peng, didn't you ask me to inquire about Zhu Shenbing? I'm here to report the situation to you."

Sun Dapaozi was full of smiles: "Zhu Shenbing is going to hold a feast this Sunday, and all the people who are invited are the big brothers who are famous in the society. I heard that it seems to be his cousin, the son of his patrol captain's uncle, Zhu Shenyou. , I just came back from studying abroad and said that I want to show my strengths in the county and set up some kind of company, so I invite everyone to dinner."

Shen Dapeng originally didn't expect that Da Paozi Sun would play a role, but he didn't expect that it would bring an opportunity, so he nodded: "Okay, let's go together this time..."

After Sun Dapaozi left, Shen Dapeng, Li Zeyu, and Mu Xiaofeng returned to the class without saying a word. As soon as they opened the door, they saw the class teacher Li Minghui standing on the podium, looking at them with a livid face.

"Brother, take care."

Shen Dapeng patted Li Zeyu on the shoulder, shook his head and returned to his seat.

Li Zeyu and Mu Xiaofeng looked at each other speechlessly, and tiptoed to their seats.

"Hmph! Do you still have the face to go back to class?"

Li Minghui threw the book in his hand on the lecture table, and pointed at the two of them with the pointer in his hand: "I heard that you two are very promising, and you won't be paid for meals? You even got tied up at the school gate and had a big meal." Trouble? Do you know how much black has been smeared on the school? Ah?"

Li Zeyu and Mu Xiaofeng knew they were wrong, so they didn't dare to speak, they just lowered their heads.

"Look at the bears of you two, you still have the guts to eat the overlord's meal? I don't even bother to talk about you..."

Li Minghui stared at the two of them, and slapped the podium: "Both of you, each write a 2,000-word self-criticism for me, and hand it to me tomorrow morning. You can't miss a single word. Do you hear that?"

"ah??"

The two of them immediately looked like they were going to die. In the usual exams, the 800-word composition had to be copied from reading comprehension to make up enough words. How to write a 2,000-word self-criticism?

"What? If you don't want to write, go back and call your parents..."

"Write, write... definitely write well."

As soon as they heard that they were going to call their parents, the two hurriedly nodded and returned to their seats in a daze.

Seeing Li Zeyu listless, Shen Dapeng also blamed himself a little. In fact, the last time he was coaxed and tricked to eat Bawang's meal, he should have reminded this kid that this is not a good thing. up.

However, is this not an unforgettable youth?

Shen Dapeng expresses his youth here,

My aunt has already arrived in the city, and after wandering around several neighborhoods for a while, she actually saw the advertisement for bottled water mentioned by Shen Dapeng.

According to the address, I found a water station that delivers water. After standing outside for a while, my aunt saw water delivery trucks. Some of them were ordinary tricycles, and some were riding bicycles with three or four buckets on them. .

"Hey, hey, be careful..."

Liu Fengxia saw a man carrying water on a motorcycle. Just as he put two buckets of water on it, the motorcycle was about to tip over. When she sounded a reminder, she trotted over to help hold the motorcycle.

"Yo, thank you!"

The man delivering water on a motorcycle was a man in his fifties, wearing shorts and a vest. His body was tanned, his forehead was still covered with beads of sweat, and his big hands were slightly callused.

"Brother, you work so hard to deliver water by motorcycle, how much money can you make?"

Liu Fengxia asked tentatively.

"Of course I can't make much money from this. If I send around 20 barrels a day, I can earn 20 or 30 yuan. Anyway, it's physical work, so I can make money with my strength."

The man parked the motorcycle and rearranged the bottled water on it.

"How about eight or nine hundred yuan a month?"

Liu Fengxia sighed in her heart. She used to look down on those who did heavy manual labor. She never expected that they could earn so much. "Then how many buckets can this water station send out in a day?"

"That's not certain. On average, there are more than one hundred barrels a day?"

The man responded casually, and hurried back to the water station to continue carrying water. After all, for them, time is money.

This seemingly easy answer surprised Liu Fengxia. According to the price of 12 yuan a barrel at this water station, it can be sold for more than 1,000 yuan a day, but I don't know how much profit it is.

Liu Fengxia secretly wrote down the phone number of the manufacturer on the bucket, found a phone booth and dialed, "Hi, hello, is this the manufacturer of the bottled water? I'm from the county below Jinghu City, and I want to be your agent... ..."

After some inquiries, I learned that the wholesale price of bottled water is 6 yuan, and the suggested retail price is 10 yuan. Now there is an event in the factory. Buy 10 barrels and get 1 free, and buy 20 barrels and get a water dispenser. The gifts can be given directly to customers as a promotional policy, or they can be kept and sold separately.

Liu Fengxia roughly calculated in her mind that after deducting the freight from the city to the county, there would still be a profit of about three yuan per barrel, and after deducting the cost of water delivery, there would still be a profit of two yuan. If one hundred barrels could be sold a day, That's a profit of two hundred yuan. If you can sell a few more drinking fountains, you can earn even more.

After she figured it out, she clicked her tongue in surprise, a little unbelievable. She worked in a canning factory before, and she earned more than 500 yuan a month after hard work. A small water station can earn her 30 days in three days salary.