readytorunbook Chapter 39 Someone Wants to Buy the Food Truck
Chapter 39 Someone Wants to Buy the Food Truck
Wang Peng rode his bicycle back to school, instantly becoming the coolest guy on Huanghe Road.
Denim jackets, basketball shoes, and road bikes were the standard attire for young people born in 93, and they were popular all over the country.
He walked over to the food cart and waved to Li Fang, "Hi, Sister Fang."
"Oh dear!" Li Fang exclaimed in surprise.
She put down her storybook and stared wide-eyed at the road bike and her older cousin. "These clothes are so stylish, and this mountain bike, how much did it cost?"
"This isn't a mountain bike, it's a road bike, emphasizing speed and excitement," Wang Peng said.
“Buying a car is good; it makes getting around much more convenient.” Li Fang walked over to her cousin and quietly pointed to a Xiali parked by the roadside. “The people in the car want to buy our business.”
"Oh? You want to buy our business?" Wang Peng looked at the white Xiali in front of him.
Cars are very expensive these days; even a Xiali costs fifty or sixty thousand yuan.
He rode his bike from the People's Department Store here just now, and only saw one car along the way.
Li Fang snorted, "They asked me if I wanted to transfer the food truck. Of course I couldn't. I ignored them."
Wang Peng scratched his head. If he could get a good price, transferring the business wouldn't be out of the question.
At this moment, the door of the Xiali car opened, and two middle-aged men in suits got out, smiling and waving in this direction.
The two men were of different heights, one tall and one thin, the other short and one stout; the short, stout man was carrying a mobile phone.
—A mobile phone used by the wealthy to flaunt their wealth in the early 1990s.
"Are you the fried rice owner, Wang Peng?" the tall, thin man asked.
“I’m Wang Peng, not the boss.” Wang Peng pointed to their Xiali car. “You are the bosses.”
The two laughed heartily, shook hands warmly with Wang Peng, and introduced themselves to each other.
Xue Jianchang, a tall and thin man, and Xue Jianshe, a short and stout man, are brothers and the owners of Dayu Restaurant in Ping'an County.
Wang Peng felt that the two names sounded familiar.
Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat as he remembered Xue Bancheng, the richest man in Ping'an County in his previous life.
The two brothers started by selling chili sauce, then opened a chain of restaurants, and then ventured into real estate. They built more than half of the buildings in Ping'an County.
"Two bosses, you're interested in my fried rice cart?" Wang Peng asked, somewhat skeptical.
“Your business is good, school delivery is interesting,” Xue Jianshe said. “Brother, name your price.”
Xue Jianchang pointed to the food truck and said, "The idea of food delivery is good, but your capabilities are limited, so it will be difficult to make it big and strong."
Wang Peng shook his head. In a time when mobile payment is not available and mobile phones are a rarity, how can we make the food delivery business bigger and stronger?
“There’s no technical difficulty with a fried rice cart, and school delivery isn’t hard to do either. You guys can set it up yourselves,” Wang Peng said with a smile.
Xue Jianchang shook his head.
"On a street, a restaurant was doing very well, and customers recognized its reputation."
“I won’t open another restaurant next to it; it would be time-consuming, laborious, and not necessarily successful.”
"I will buy this restaurant outright and expand it while ensuring it is profitable."
At this point, Xue Jianchang lit a cigarette, demonstrating the vision and perspective of a big boss.
“Okay, give me ten thousand yuan, and I’ll transfer the business to you.” Wang Peng held up one finger.
Upon hearing this, the Xue brothers were simultaneously shocked; this was an outrageous demand.
Li Fang exclaimed in surprise, quickly covering her mouth and staring blankly at her older cousin.
"Don't joke around, bro," Xue Jianchang laughed. "I'll give you a thousand yuan at most, that's quite a lot."
Li Fang screamed again, covering her mouth tightly once more; a thousand yuan was a huge sum of money.
Keep in mind that her salary is two hundred, while a high school teacher's salary is only three hundred.
Xue Jianshe sneered, "You're not that old, but you're quite arrogant. If you want me to quote a price, I'll give you six hundred at most."
Wang Peng didn't get angry with him. The fried rice business has a ceiling, and he was about to reach that ceiling.
He just hasn't found a more suitable business yet and doesn't want to transfer the fried rice cart.
"That means there's nothing to talk about?"
"If you think it's too expensive, I don't want to sell it."
“I rely solely on food delivery to sell 300 servings of fried rice a day, earning around 200 yuan in profit.”
"A mere ten thousand yuan can be earned in two months at most."
Wang Peng also imitated Xue Jianshe, holding his head high and looking down at them.
"You're just spouting nonsense. Eggs and rice are so expensive, how can you earn that much?" Xue Jianshe sneered again.
“Boss Li Longfei gave me eggs at a special price, so I made more money.” Wang Peng appropriately showed off his connections and said with a smile, “Boss Xue, ten thousand is the lowest price.”
"Okay." Xue Jianchang took out his name. "Think it over. Come find me when you've thought it through. Goodbye."
The two brothers drove off in their Xiali. Wang Peng looked at the address and phone number on the business card, then put it in his pocket.
Li Fang snapped out of her daze and quickly grabbed Wang Peng's hand, "Are they serious?"
"Sister Fang, if they really offer us 10,000, should we sell?" Wang Peng patted her hand.
"Sell!" Li Fang said decisively. "After we sell all the rice at home, we'll sell the business to them."
She knows the fried rice business inside and out; saying she orders 300 takeout orders a day is an exaggeration, she only orders a little over 200 at most.
"That's what I think too, there's no rush." Wang Peng rode his bicycle back to school.
There's still a thousand kilograms of rice left at home. If the price of rice doesn't drop after I sell all this rice, my business will be over.
Currently, a serving of fried rice yields a profit of 65 cents. If prices don't increase in the future, the profit will be at most 20 cents, which won't be enough to support three workers.
Price increases are affecting business, so selling at a high price is the best option.
"Keep up the good work. If we can really sell 300 takeout orders a day, the Xue brothers will definitely contribute 10,000 yuan."
"With this 10,000 yuan, plus the money I've saved from doing business, I can buy the small courtyard I'm renting."
The thought of buying a house made him excited. Only by having his own little home could he avoid bringing shame to the reborn army.
Upon arriving at the bicycle shed, I looked up and saw Dong Biao and Wang Cheng carrying a pile of exercise books out of the academic affairs office.
The two sides didn't get along, so Wang Peng ignored them, locked his bicycle, and turned to walk towards the teaching building.
It was break time, and Wang Peng walked from the bike shed to the teaching building, where his classmates all stared at his clothes.
Denim jackets and basketball shoes are both trendy clothing items that attract a lot of attention.
"This bicycle is from Taiwan, exactly the same as mine, both cost 500 yuan each."
"The jeans and t-shirts are fake, but the Li-Ning basketball shoes are genuine. They'll cost seven or eight hundred yuan in total."
Dong Biao watched Wang Peng's retreating figure and sneered.
A flicker of jealousy crossed Wang Cheng's eyes as he stole glances at Wang Peng's bicycle out of the corner of his eye.
“Brother Biao, he’s just a fried rice vendor, he’s definitely not as rich as your family, so you’re wearing the real thing and he’s wearing the fake.”
“In our school, you’re the only one wearing the real thing, am I right, Brother Biao?”
Wang Cheng smiled and flattered him.
Dong Biao felt comfortable being patted on the back and puffed out his chest. "You can't say that. The Apple brand jeans that Zhang Qianqian in our class is wearing are genuine imports from the United States, starting at 588 yuan."
A slightly chubby girl with poor grades, a bit ugly, 1.5 meters tall, and weighing at least 130 kilograms appeared in Wang Cheng's mind.
She is Zhang Qianqian.
Wang Cheng never expected that this quiet, often bullied girl was actually a rich heiress.
Seeing him in a daze, Dong Biao joked with him, "If you marry her, you can also wear Apple brand jeans."