Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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As a successful self-made businessman from a small street vendor, Qin Guan knows what to sell with his eyes closed for this kind of market strategy.

If you dare to sell the beauty of the world in such a market, it is the result of zero income a day, plus the consequence of the original high-end signage being smashed.

Therefore, in this lively market, choosing to sell food is the most correct choice.

American market, must-have snacks and snacks, that is the big love in everyone's memory.

Soft marshmallows, fragrant corn hot dogs, big apple-wrapped syrups, and various fried foods are all popular foods at any market.

But for Qin Guan, this is not enough.

Because of the similarity of these choices, it is easy for him to collide with other street vendors.

If you want to get the king of sales in this fair and get the bonus sponsored by Columbia University, you have to find another way.

In this fair, the participation of Chinese cuisine is essential!

In this red, blue, open-air booth with only a shaded roof, as the white van of Xu Xiaoxiao's restaurant stopped, the stall belonging to Qin Guan revealed his true competence for hegemony.

The huge plastic fuse box contains all kinds of food ingredients that have been cut, and the huge iron car is the final tool for their operation.

The small gas stoves most used by Chinese small vendors have been cooked on the road by Qin Guan Qingche, and the buns stuffed with pork and green onions from the hands of the master of Chinatown in Tianjin are like white fat guards in their own steamers. Orderly rows.

A grid of separately weighed noodles has been prepared and ready to serve, and just waiting for its owner's order, it will show its dauntless smoothness!

As the front-end ticket office began to charge officially, it opened the curtain on the Columbia market.

Children's free tickets, a one-dollar adult fare, is simply a choice of conscience, and surrounding residents and school students who have already been notified have become a new force in this market.

With the front desk students selling tickets very hard, this ready-made market has already begun to be officially accepted.

Looking at the flow of people, Qin Guan who looked at his watch again, put the puppy apron that Cong Nianwei prepared for him around him, and began the first day of his full of feelings of small vendors.

‘Thorn’

The warm peanut oil was squeezed by Qin Guan with the pierced mineral water bottle onto the already hot iron plate.

For small vendors, this kind of appliance is more uniform than the oil pot, and saves fuel.

The egg with Qin Guan's left hand knocked on the side of the car, and the whole egg spread out on the iron plate and was quickly slipped by the small shovel in his right hand.

With this steaming operation, the eyes of the market guests who had passed a long time since breakfast were all transferred to the stall of Qin Guan.

The dance-like operation of running clouds and flowing water, as well as the abundant ingredients and the unusual fragrance that came out of the iron plate cooking, are all reasons why they stopped moving forward.

The sliced ​​Cantonese-style sweet sausages, combined with the small rapeseed, made Huang Cancan's fried noodles soaked in soy sauce, also unreasonably attractive.

And the big $6 signboard that was supported early in front of the iron car is the driving force behind these American people moving forward.

"A fried noodle!"

The first guest finally pointed to the noodles that were about to come out in front of Qin Guan and said that he had placed the first order belonging to this vendor.

"Okay! Wait a minute!"

The spatula picks up the pot, and the simple meal box on the side is instantly filled, and the disguise shows the benefit of this food!

A pair of white bamboo chopsticks was handed over, and the first guest discovered that he was in an embarrassing situation.

Whether it is the boss in front of him or other guests behind him, he is staring at the fried noodles in his hands and the next move.

The stunned diners shuddered and pulled the chopsticks away, and stuffed a mouthful into his mouth, but after the noodles were imported, his eyes instantly shone with high decibels.

Afterwards, the guest ignored the surrounding noise, and no one buried his head in it.

‘Siri snoring! Curry! ’

The person next to me is anxious. I don't know what is more cruel than hungry in this world. Is it just watching others eat when hungry? !

A few irritants aside shouted at Qin Guan's stall.

"Hey! Friends! Don't just eat it! How does it taste? You are saying something!"

"Yes, just patronizing yourself, it's a little bit unjust!"

The person standing in the middle could not bear it anymore, with the scorching eyes, and snarled angryly at the flies that did not let him eat well: "Will you eat TM? You won't see it yourself!"

This voice can be regarded as a relief to everyone's heart, and the quickly assembled team shows how tempting the smell of food in the air is.

On the side of the busy Qin Guan, Cong Nianwei with white flour on his face, this looks like a small food stall for husband and wife, and it is so hot to sell.

Xu Xiaoxiao, who has been in the restaurant street in Chinatown since childhood, has become a small running hall responsible for selling and soliciting customers in this market.

The cooperation of the three people, plus the helpful help of the older brothers passing by, but most of the time, the sun is still hanging high in the sky, and the ingredients on their stalls have been sold out.

If you have to sell something, there are two pieces of **** left in the empty food box.

At this time, Qin Guan's arms could not be lifted anymore. The production of hundreds of fried noodles had already brought him to the limit. The perseverance of the small vendors who had stalled in the night market for many years was not what he could bear now. .

The ancients did not bully me, it was difficult to go from extravagance to simplicity!

But turning around to look at the change box full of money, it gave people a very satisfying feeling for no reason.

This simple market stall made them receive thousands of dollars.

And at the moment of collective settlement after nightfall, this store belonging to Qin Guan naturally won the award for the best selling store.

The amount of the bonus is your entire income in this market, which means that Qin Guan's team has received double remuneration today.

A lucky feeling of falling pies in the sky is now flooding Qin Guan's whole body. The colorful bills seem to sweep away the sourness of his whole body, and inexplicably enter a state of excitement. (To be continued.)