I am a Big Villain

157. The spring of the second-rate son

"Xiao Fang, which window did you buy this meat bun from? It looks very good-looking."

In the employee cafeteria of a state-owned factory, there is a table of young girls sitting together to eat. They are all women who are not yet married and have financial freedom. They do not treat themselves badly at all. The dishes they serve include both meat and vegetables, and they look very rich. .

Only one little girl among them had two buns placed in front of her, which seemed a bit crude.

But this bun is a little different from the buns you usually see. It's snow-white, small and delicate. The two buns seem to be printed from a mold. From the size to the pleats on the buns, they are all exactly the same.

This girl named Xiaofang is the short-haired girl who accused Yan Chu of unfair prices for the buns she sold.

She ate two steamed buns for breakfast. She originally planned to take the remaining ten steamed buns home to share with her family in the evening, but she couldn't stand the temptation of delicious food, so she finally asked the chef in the cafeteria to help reheat two of them. , I plan to take these two buns for lunch today.

Xiaofang looked at the buns in front of her with reverence, as if she was eating high-end Western food.

She stretched out her hand and tore open the bun skin. A burst of hot air, the steamed bun noodles mixed with the aroma of meat fillings, dispersed with the white mist.

My friend at the same table, who was originally eating braised pork and big chicken drumsticks, smelled the aroma emanating from the buns, and suddenly felt that the delicious food he was eating in his mouth was a little tasteless.

What kind of bun is this? Just the smell is better than the food on this table?

****

Scenes like this happened in several corners of the cafeteria, including those who bought buns after they went home at night. A scene like this also appeared on their dining tables. Soon, they learned that a delicious but delicious restaurant had opened outside the first state-owned factory. News about the extremely expensive steamed bun stall spread at a geometric rate.

As famous as the taste of the buns, there is also the face of the bun stall owner. It is said that he is beautiful and delicious. Just looking at that face smiling at you will make you buy a lot more buns without realizing it.

Yan Chu knew that anyone who ate his steamed buns would become his repeat customers, but he never thought the business would be so good. When he came out of the stall the next morning, many people were already waiting outside the state-owned factory.

Seeing him appear, the other three food stall owners stationed outside the first state-owned factory all looked at him with resentful eyes, as if he had done something outrageous for many days.

"That's him. My niece said he's the most handsome one."

The steamed stuffed bun stall was quickly surrounded by people, all of whom were talking and blaming the boss for not doing his best and why he only came out when the sun was up so high. He didn't act like a real businessman.

Yan Chu couldn't say that his original sense of laziness was too strong. He had to sleep well before he could make money. All he could do was open the lid of the steamer and let the aroma of the buns spread out.

Sure enough, after doing this, no one blamed him, they just kept urging him to move faster to buy steamed buns.

They may all be repeat customers who have tasted it. Basically, few of the people who buy buns today buy them one by two. Most buy them by five or ten. They are also very quick to change money. No one is interested in the 25 cents for the buns. Objection to price.

“Are these steamed buns really that delicious?”

There are so many people outside the factory, it almost becomes a strange scenery. Naturally, curious people come to watch the fun.

"It's delicious. I bought ten of them yesterday and brought them home. My picky little kid squealed after eating them. But my wife has spoken. I want to buy more today, otherwise my little ancestor will be in trouble."

A dark-skinned, tall and strong man said to the person who asked the question, and bought ten more buns along the way.

He couldn't hold it back and ate four of the ten buns yesterday. Today he stopped eating them and took them home for his son and daughter to eat.

The steamed buns really taste good, but the price is really expensive. You can almost buy two steamed buns from other stores for the same price. Even if he has a higher level of work and can get a salary of more than 100 yuan a month, he can't afford it. He thought about eating these buns every day, so he let the children have a good time, and he would satisfy their craving every now and then.

Almost everyone who was asked had the same reply. Listening to so many people praising steamed buns as a delicacy in the world, it seemed that if they didn't buy them, they would be sorry for the high wages of their own workers, and if they didn't buy some for their parents, wives and children, He is just cold-blooded and selfish and not human.

Some of the people who were still watching were too embarrassed to just watch. In addition, the aroma of the buns penetrated their noses, so they also spent money to buy a few to taste them.

At worst, it doesn’t taste good, so I won’t buy it in the future.

Of course, anyone who has tasted the taste of steamed buns will fall into this bun pit and will probably never get up again.

Because of yesterday's experience, Yan Chu specially made an extra hundred steamed buns. As a result, the two hundred and fifty steamed buns were still sold out in more than 20 minutes. Looking at the empty steamer, those who didn't buy any steamed buns wanted to buy this handsome bun. The boss tied him up and asked him to quickly make some steamed buns on the spot before leaving.

"Boss, please make more buns tomorrow. Our factory has more than a thousand workers, and with the nearby municipal party committee and school, you have to make at least several thousand buns to sell them."

"That's right. Just because you smell it makes us slander you. Your business is not kind."

Yan Chu glanced at the people who asked him to make thousands of steamed buns to sell. Just mixing the fillings, kneading the bread and steaming these two hundred steamed buns would take him several hours. Thousands of steamed buns Baozi, let’s wait until he becomes a tentacle monster one day.

Yan Chu was quite satisfied with his current income, and he decided to sell two hundred and fifty buns every day from now on.

If you want to become the king of meat buns, you must be a bit tough. Rare things are more valuable, and Yan Chu decided happily.

After everyone's persuasion and begging, Yan Chu came and left in a hurry. The owners of the other three breakfast stalls finally breathed a sigh of relief.

They unexpectedly found that at the end of the day, their business was better than before. Those workers who had not bought Yan Chu's steamed buns were too lazy to go to the canteen to buy breakfast. It happened that the food at these small food stalls was relatively novel, and the prices were the same as those in the canteen. It’s not much different. The most important thing is that we don’t need food stamps or meat stamps, so we just selectively spend money at these stalls.

The mood of the three bosses changed from jealousy at the beginning to relaxation and joy now. They secretly prayed in their hearts that the strange meat bun stall would be able to stay here for a long time. Of course, the number of meat buns should not be too large and they would be responsible for gathering them every day. Popularity, and then sold out in half an hour and left, leaving those who didn't buy the buns, wouldn't it be a benefit to them?

In this way, the ending of you eating meat and me and soup cleverly dissipated the hostility of these aborigines towards Yan Chu, which Yan Chu had not thought of before.

****

Yan Chu rented an older courtyard in the city. It was in the shape of a triple courtyard with a small courtyard. The monthly rent was only sixteen yuan. Because it was a single-family house, there was no need to worry about being disturbed. It was almost the first sight. , Yan Chu took a fancy to this house and paid half a year's rent at once.

He plans to use this small courtyard as his base in the future, but it is a pity that the money he has now is not enough to buy this courtyard. Otherwise, when the house is completely his own, it will be more comfortable to live in.

Half a month has passed since his first day selling steamed buns at a state-owned factory, and many new rules have been introduced at the steamed bun stall.

For example, because the business is so good, the price of steamed buns has increased to 30 cents a piece. The sky-high price of steamed buns has reduced the behavior of some people to grab them. Another example is that the quota of steamed buns that each person can buy per day is only five, and Yan Chu’s head is like a seal. It’s impossible to try to wear more hats or line up to buy new clothes again.

This rule has attracted resistance from some people. They rely on their own ability and money to buy steamed buns. Why can't they buy more? Of course, this kind of protest came to light one day when a wealthy young boss bought all the buns in one go for his daughter's wedding banquet. With one hundred and fifty steamed buns, many people were unable to eat meat buns that day. After Pan An’s steamed buns were recognized by the majority of customers.

Pan'an, the meat bun, is the nickname given to Yan Chu by customers based on the tofu Xishi. Yan Chu himself does not acknowledge this nickname.

Of course, there are policies and countermeasures. Rich people are indispensable in any era. Yan Chu stipulated that each person can only buy five buns. Those with high demand and money will add some prices to those who buy buns. In order to purchase, some families also mobilized families, including retired people at home and children who have not yet gone to school, to gather outside the first state-owned factory in the morning.

Because the business was surprisingly good, Yan Chu was quickly noticed by others.

These days, self-employed people are looked down upon by most people, but there are still a small number of people who recognize the existence of self-employed people.

Based on Yan Chu's booming business, they settled an account for him.

How much is the net profit of steamed buns? Everyone who has made steamed buns knows that usually a meat bun sells for 15 cents. If it is pure meat filling, the profit is about 4 cents. Yan Chu’s steamed buns are more expensive, even if he uses more raw materials than Hello, according to the current price of a steamed bun of 30 cents, each bun is worth at least 15 cents.

He regularly sells two hundred and fifty buns a day, which means that his net profit per day is thirty-seven and a half yuan. Many people think that his profit may be higher. The net profit of more than thirty yuan is still less. Calculated.

Nowadays, the salary of young people in their twenties working in factories is around 50 yuan, while Yan Chu, who is about the same age, can earn more than 1,000 yuan in net profit every month from his bun stall.

What is the concept? He can buy three major items of bicycle watches and radios by selling buns for a month. He can buy a house with a small courtyard in the city by selling buns for a few months.

Marrying him is not just marrying a man, it is marrying a moving gold mine.

Besides, this gold mine manager is very handsome, otherwise I wouldn’t call him meat bun Pan An. He has both wealth and appearance. Apart from the not-so-good reputation of being a self-employed person, he has no shortcomings.

Therefore, these days, many people have taken a fancy to the bun stall owner who admits that he has not yet married, and are thinking about how to match him with his girl. No, as soon as the buns were sold out today, an old lady planned to attack.

"The buns are sold out today. I may not be able to sell buns for a while."

Before the old lady could speak, Yan Chu's words blocked her unasked questions.

"Why don't you sell steamed buns anymore? Is there something going on at home?"

Many people are used to eating steamed buns from Yan Chu Steamed Bun Stall every day. Suddenly without this delicious supply, they feel that they can no longer be motivated at work, and they immediately panic.

"That's right. My grandson has identified your steamed buns. Nothing else tastes good to him. If you have anything to tell me, my son works at the Municipal Public Security Bureau. He might be able to help you."

People who had not left after buying the buns surrounded Yan Chu. The old lady who just wanted to match her granddaughter with Yan Chu was outnumbered and was immediately pushed aside by the crowd.

"It's nothing. I just made some money in the past half month. Making steamed buns is quite tiring. I plan to go home and rest for a while. When the money is spent, I will come back again."

Everyone imagined many possibilities, wondering whether something big happened to this little brother's family, such as a relative in the family getting sick or passing away, or his parents asking him to go back to get a wife, etc., everything they could imagine could come to mind. .

Unexpectedly, I had earned enough money and felt that making steamed buns was too tiring. I planned to sell steamed buns again one day when I ran out of money.

The people beside him were immediately petrified, and the corners of their mouths twitched for a long time. They had nothing to say in response to this answer.

"You kid, how can anyone think that you have too much money?"

In this era, labor is the most beautiful thing, and hard-working people deserve the most respect. No one has ever been able to say laziness so confidently.

"Don't worry, I spend money very quickly. If I can't keep it, I'll show up again half a month later."

Yan Chu comforted his customers very kindly. In fact, money is sometimes hard to use. He meant these words of comfort.

This comfort was ineffective at all. Everyone was shocked by Yan Chu's unique behavior. In the end, when Yan Chu bypassed them and pushed his trolley away, they could not understand Yan Chu's peculiar brain circuitry. Come out.

The old lady who just wanted to be a matchmaker between Yan Chu and her granddaughter heard what he said and immediately gave up her thoughts. She was also thankful that Yan Chu interrupted her before she could say anything.

Although this meatbag Pan An can make money, at first glance, he is not a material to make a living. After making some money, he just wanted to hide away. He also said that he spends money very quickly. Such men are all prodigal, and they are virgins. It's nice, he's handsome and he's willing to spend money on his partner, but if he really wants to live a good life, he has to be pissed off to death.

The old lady looked at Yan Chu's running back and let out a long sigh. What kind of parents did they have to raise such a dissolute son?

****

The parents of the prodigal son were at the entrance of the village, watching the son carrying chickens and ducks and carrying a big backpack from outside towards the village.

The second son of the Yan family came back from eating and drinking in the city. The news spread like a tornado quickly throughout the village.

During the more than half a month that Yan Chu was absent, everyone was betting on when Yan Chu's friend could no longer stand him and would drive him back.

Some people gambled for three days, and some gambled for a week. Everyone felt that no one could tolerate their friends eating and drinking at their place and not working, even their best friends. Therefore, many villagers felt that Yan Chu I won't be back in the city for long.

But who knew that Yan Chu would break the record and leave for twenty days. People in the village have been talking about how rich Yan Chu's friend must be to be able to tolerate him eating for free for such a long time. .

Now that Yan Chu is back, he is carrying chickens, ducks, fish, and a big backpack with unknown contents. The villagers are not allowed to come over to see the excitement.

"Mom and Dad, this is my honor to you."

Under the gaze of the villagers, Yan Chu handed the chickens and ducks that had been killed and stripped of their feathers into the hands of Mrs. Yan.

"My good friend gave this to me. I'm too lazy to make it. I'll let my sister-in-law cook it and I'll eat it ready-made."

In the distrustful eyes of everyone, Yan Chu reluctantly changed his story. Sure enough, the faces of the villagers, including his parents, finally showed understanding and relief.

"Don't worry, little brother, I promise to put enough ingredients in. You don't have to worry about anything."

Jiang Dani really didn't expect that her brother-in-law would come back with the chicken and duck as he said before he left. The duck looked very fat. He must have raised it for a long time, and it would be replenished by the soup.

A chicken, a duck, and two fish, these things are enough for the family to eat for several days.

At this time, Jiang Dani couldn't help but feel lucky that her brother-in-law was lazy. These ingredients were cooked at her home, and everyone in the family could benefit from it. Thinking about her big hen that died unjustly, Jiang Dani finally felt relieved.

"Yan Laoer, what have you been doing in the city these days?"

The villagers used to be fed up with this second-rate guy, but now that he has stopped causing trouble in the village for such a long time, they are still a little panicked. Of course, this has something to do with the fact that Yan Chu received the banner before, which wiped away his image in the hearts of the villagers.

Now, in the eyes of the villagers, he is just a bastard who is a bit bad and can't compete with the big bad guys. They no longer hate him as before.

"I'm making money in the city."

Yan Chu walked to his eldest brother's house, and the old men and women in the village who didn't have to work in the fields and the little kids also followed him to Yan Ai's home.

They have never been to places that far away from the city. They want Yan Chu to tell them whether the city is particularly lively, whether the houses there are six or seven stories high, and whether city people can drink soy milk. Bowl to bowl.

As for what Yan Chu said about making money in the city, no one in the village believed it.

"Yes, yes, you have made money, and you have earned face for the Yan family." The villagers responded to him perfunctorily, and then urged him to talk about things in the city.

How can a second-rate guy make money? I'm afraid he can't just eat and drink to put money on his face.

But they wanted to hear about the situation in the city, but they were embarrassed to expose Yan Chu's lies. They wanted to make this second-rate man proud and satisfy his vanity.

Throughout the afternoon, Yan Chu said that the atmosphere in the village was pleasant and harmonious.

*****

"Mom, Dad, brother and sister-in-law, I really made money in the city."

After dinner, Jiang Dani arranged the duck bones piled up on the table. Old Mrs. Yan helped while the others sat and ate.

She also didn't cook the chicken and two fish today, because she was afraid that all the good stuff would be gone in one day.

But just that duck made the whole family happy, including Yan Chuansi, who was only two years old. After drinking some soup, his eyes narrowed into little moons.

Yan Chu took out a piece of money that he had specially converted into whole banknotes before he came back and put it on the table and said seriously.

Old Yan stood up suddenly, closed the windows and doors, and looked at his youngest son with a look of despair.

"Tell me, who did you rob in the city?"