Damn it, I'm surrounded by childhood sweethearts

Chapter 173 - 141. Delicious Duck Neck_2

Wu Dahuo had only one requirement, which was that the workplace could not be too far from Renmin Hospital. As for salary, he did not mention it, but he was currently earning sixty yuan a day cooking on the construction site, easily making eighteen hundred a month. In an era when sanitation workers were earning only eight hundred yuan per month, this salary could be considered quite high.

Cooks like Wu Dahuo, who were capable of preparing communal meals, were in high demand no matter where they were, otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to earn sixty yuan just for preparing two meals.

Unfortunately, even a mountain of gold and silver could not cover the overwhelming medical expenses. Wu Suowei was diagnosed with uremia in the year 2000, and in a short span of three years, the savings of more than a hundred thousand were squandered, ultimately forcing the sale of his house. (There’s a plot inconsistency here; Li Mei Juan’s fried skewer stall was already generating a monthly income of three to four thousand.)

"Grandpa, when the time comes, please try to improve the duck neck flavor a bit. I think it’s still a tad too spicy," Zhong Wenqing said on the phone.

"All right, all right~ I won’t chat with you anymore, girl. I still have to cook. Just have Xiao Yu’s mother call me when you need my help!" Wu Dahuo said in Mandarin tinged with a Chuanyu accent.

"Deal!" After hanging up the phone, Zhong Wenqing happily high-fived everyone present.

Regarding the venture of opening a chain of duck neck stores, she was growing more and more confident by the day.

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The next day.

Xu Qingfan brought Zhong Wenqing to Zhang Chunxue’s home at the agreed time.

Since this was serious business, neither Zhang Yiyi nor Lin Wanning were at home.

"Auntie, this is Sister Wenqing, our homeroom teacher’s college roommate," Xu Qingfan said, entering the house with familiarity and taking out a pair of new slippers from the shoe cabinet for Zhong Wenqing to change into.

Zhang Chunxue was dressed in an Alexander McQueen suit that day, adapted for working professional women, with slightly curled long hair, naturally parted to reveal her forehead and a confident, elegant, and composed demeanor in every smile and gesture.

"Snow Sister, hello. Zhong Wenqing," on the first glance, was so stunned by her unique aura, she greeted her stiffly with a nod.

"Auntie, you two have your chat, I’ll go make tea!" Xu Qingfan, acting as if he were in his own home, went into the kitchen to boil water for tea.

"Wenqing, hello. Xiao Fan has told me about you. Let’s sit down and talk," Zhang Chunxue said with a smile, looking at Xu Qingfan reprovingly before extending her hand in invitation.

Fortunately, Zhong Wenqing had also spent two years working in an agency and was not a newcomer to society. She quickly adjusted and took out the chain duck neck business plan she had printed earlier from her handbag.

"Snow Sister, please take a look. These are some of my ideas," she said.

"Hmm," Zhang Chunxue smiled and nodded, taking the paper and beginning to read.

The business plan Zhong Wenqing wrote was an expansion of Xu Qingfan’s original idea, detailing market re

"Keep it up!"

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