The aroma of cooking filled the house: I sent my eldest brother to become the Grand Secretary.

The next morning.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

A crescent moon still hung in the sky.

At the dock, the area in front of the stall management office was crowded with people.

Everyone looked anxious, and people were yawning every now and then.

They must have arrived very early in the morning.

The breakfast vendors arrived one after another early in the morning.

Some of them looked over there curiously, with happy smiles on their faces.

They were all incredibly grateful for their decision back then.

Otherwise, I would be the one there right now.

No wonder the Shen family girl said to go early, specifically to choose the type of snack.

Their pancake stalls, though less popular at lunchtime than those selling spicy hot pot or sour and spicy noodles, still attract a lot of customers.

But they can't sustain themselves by selling all three meals a day.

Selling three meals a day, they don't earn less than them in the end.

Those waiting at the management office looked on with envy at the stall owners.

They were especially envious when they saw that someone had actually lit candles in front of their stall.

You should know that they don't usually light candles at home; they go to bed early after dark.

Each candle illuminates not only the stall owners' booths, but also ignites their hope for life.

Whether they will be able to enjoy such candlelight today remains to be seen.

The dock opened yesterday, and it was packed with people.

There are people watching the fun.

There are dockworkers.

The entire dock was bustling with activity.

The atmosphere remained lively until sunset.

The stalls were almost always packed with people.

It goes without saying that they made a lot of money.

They also want to visit and chat with some of their own village neighbors.

But after waiting all day, I didn't get a single free moment.

I could hear them throwing money into the money basket.

It wasn't a crisp sound, but a dull thud, and they knew that there was a lot of money in that basket.

The sun slowly rose from the sea.

The sky was getting brighter.

The moon had long since disappeared without a trace.

As soon as Butler Wei arrived at the dock, he saw this scene.

At first, he thought something had happened, as there were many people gathered at the entrance of the management office.

Those with sharp eyes had already approached Butler Wei and tried to get close to him as soon as he appeared.

"Butler Wei, you've come so early this morning, thank you for your hard work."

Butler Wei noticed the other person's unfamiliar expression, but still politely said, "It's no trouble at all, no trouble at all."

You've all worked so hard; he's already arrived early enough.

Who would have thought that someone would arrive even earlier than them?

Butler Wei opened the door and led the people inside.

The huge management office was packed with people.

Many people were actually peering through the windows.

Butler Wei knew exactly what they meant; it wasn't because they saw the stall owners making money on the first day the dock opened.

"Butler Wei, are there any empty stalls left at the dock?"

"Yes, yes, we want to rent it."

Butler Wei looked at the anxious people in front of him, each one seemingly eager to pay up immediately.

It reminded him of what happened two weeks ago.

If things had been like this two weeks ago, he would have been able to fall asleep or wake up laughing.

These people only spend money when they are 100% sure they can make money.

But there's no such thing as a free lunch.

There's only one chance, at most two.

If you can't hold on to it, it will slip away.

He looked at them apologetically, "I'm so sorry."

"All these stalls were rented out yesterday."

"I'll add money."

"Yes, I'll pay extra too."

As if they hadn't heard Butler Wei's words, they were still trying to persuade him.

Some of the less desirable locations were empty when they saw them yesterday.

“Yesterday there were still empty stalls, how come they’re all rented out?” They thought Manager Wei was trying to take the opportunity to raise prices.

“I’ll get an extra tael of silver a month.”

"I'll add another five hundred coins..."

……

"Everyone, everyone, listen to me."

"It's true, they were all rented out yesterday afternoon."

You know, since noon yesterday, the threshold of his management office has been worn down by people walking all over it.

The young master of the family came to inquire about the situation and then reserved all the last few stalls.

His master said these were for doing favors.

Wei Siyu's thinking was actually very simple: everyone has poor relatives.

Once the news of the few stalls he was keeping spread, countless people came knocking on his door seeking them.

Not only will the stall be able to be rented out smoothly, but the favor will also be done.

"Snap!" As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of a heart breaking echoed across the dock.

They all began to regret why they hadn't stood firm in their opinions and given it a try.

The first month is free.

Many people started swearing.

They curse their own mothers and their own wives.

This excellent money-making opportunity slipped through his fingers.

After seeing the guests off, Steward Wei took out a small stove he had prepared and boiled a pot of water.

Then he took out a tea set from the cabinet.

He leisurely brewed himself some tea.

He kept repeating in a seemingly serious manner, "The world laughs at my madness, but I laugh at their blindness..."

It's noon.

The manager of Zuixianlou came out from behind the counter.

He patted the guy who was dozing off.

The guy was dreaming that he was eating a chicken leg when he suddenly jolted awake and almost fell over.

"Please come in, sir." But still, half-asleep, he diligently prepared to greet the guest.

Hearing what the waiter said, the shopkeeper got so angry that he smacked him on the head again.

"Sir, sir, take a good look. Where can you find sirs these days?"

The waiter rubbed his eyes hard with his hands and then widened his eyes.

There was indeed no one in the lobby.

Looking at the shopkeeper's dark face, he approached him somewhat solicitously, "Shopkeeper, why is no one here?"

The shopkeeper's face darkened even more.

He glanced behind the waiter.

Compared to the deserted Zuixianlou restaurant, the opposite side was packed with people.

There were even long queues at the entrance.

The waiter followed the shopkeeper's gaze and saw that a long row of benches had been set up across the street, and the benches were full of customers who had come to eat.

"Shopkeeper, it must be their opening promotion. The prices are cheap, that's why there are so many people."