After retiring from the circle, the queen of Jiaoye spoiled the rich and powerful

With curiosity, Zhang Rui walked quickly to where Song Weitang was.

"Bring me a box of lunch."

"The box lunch is gone, only fried rice."

"Oh, fried rice is fine too, how much is it?"

Zhang Rui took out the wallet and took out the 50 yuan inside, intending to hand it over.

"one hundred."

Ji Qinghe tried his best to make himself smile, after all, it was his first time to do this sales.

"What did you say! How much, say it again?"

Zhang Rui thought there was something wrong with his ears, but he actually heard one hundred fried rice!

He almost burst out laughing on the spot!

The prices in this place today really refreshed his perception.

38 noodles, 100 fried rice!

Zhang Rui's face darkened, full of displeasure.

Especially when he happened to see Ji Qing and the limited car behind him.

vampire!

It's no wonder that being able to afford such an expensive sports car is all due to the blood of other people.

"Do you want?"

Ji Qinghe didn't see Zhang Rui reaching out to pick it up for a long time.

Zhang Rui's first reaction was to turn around. When he just turned around, he heard his stomach growling.

……

He slapped himself on the stomach, why are you so disappointing, you can't hold on for a while longer.

"want!"

This word almost popped out from between Zhang Rui's teeth.

The first thing he did when he returned home with the fried rice was to take a photo and leave evidence.

Then go to the Price Bureau to report.

"There's so much fried rice left!"

Looking at the leftover box full of fried rice, Ji Qinghe couldn't help frowning.

"Should be able to sell."

Song Weitang touched his chin and said.

"Give me two more boxes of fried rice."

The man who bought the fried rice before ran back out of breath and turned two hundred directly.

Then, one after another, people who bought fried rice before came back with three boxes and five boxes, and some even bought ten boxes.

Ji Qinghe, who thought the fried rice couldn't be sold just now: ...

"Have you finished buying so much food?"

Ji Qinghe couldn't help asking.

"I plan to eat this at night, tomorrow morning, and tomorrow noon."

A young woman raised her hand and said.

Ji Qinghe: ...

Does anyone eat fried rice all day long?

Soon, the remaining fried rice in the box was wiped out.

"Xiao Ji, you are still too young."

Song Weitang stretched out her hand and patted Ji Qinghe's shoulder, jokingly, how could the food she cooked not be sold.

Ji Qinghe rolled his eyes.

"The sale is sold out. The problem is that if you put aside the cost, we still lost [-] yuan."

Chief Financial Officer Ji Qinghe said with a sneer.

He really didn't know if Song Weitang was here for business or charity.

Song Weitang coughed twice, his eyes wandered, and he turned to one side.

"To make food is to make conscience. This is king fried rice, and king crab is naturally used."

"Lo mei is delicious, but you must use enough ingredients."

Song Weitang said very firmly.

Ji Qinghe just glanced at Song Weitang, and then began to pack his things.

"Xiao Ji, are you angry?"

Song Weitang couldn't help coaxing people, after all, a financial manager who doesn't need salary, has top-notch accounting skills, and can do all kinds of financial statements, is too cost-effective.

"No, there are subsidies anyway."

Ji Qinghe rolled his eyes and said.

He reviewed the operation of the entire store before, and had to say that there was a reason why the store did not collapse.

The ingredients supplied by their suppliers are at least 5.00% lower than the market price.

And the quality control is very high.

He was worried about whether someone was making small moves in private before, but only later did he find out that there was the God of Wealth.

"It's just the two of them!"

At this moment, a man came from the other side with several policemen from the police station.