53 Declined (2/2)

”It isn't your fault! Many people get influenced a lot by their friends. Weng Ting was great friends with Bo Hou Zhang that degenerate, so this was probably where he got all his bad habits from. Let's not talk about this anymore and let me inspect the meat, pay and take it with me. I need 200 pounds of pork belly today.”

Contemplating about what Wang Ming had just said, Weng Ping thought about it for a bit. Before accepting that there was nothing he could do for Weng Ting anymore. Weng Ting didn't even see him as an uncle anymore, it was time to let go of him.

Nodding at Wang Ming, Weng Ping then went into the restaurant to ready the meat for Wang Ming.

Wang Ming could have bought a large amount of meat, enough to last him multiple days. Especially since he had the card, he got from Bo Hou Zhang with 1 million yuan and the 88888 yuan he got from Peng Tong. But the cooler and freezer were much better at Weng Ping's place was much better than at Wang Ming's restaurant. Since they made the freezer here for only one purpose to keep meat fresh the longest time possible.

Buying daily from Weng Ping's shop also ensured that Wang Ming could check the quality each time he bought, and would make it easy for him to replace the subpar meat.

While waiting for Weng Ping to finish, Wang Ming thought about what new dish he could introduce to the restaurant. He wouldn't come out with this dish until at least 1-2 more months depending on how the restaurant were doing. Since Wang Ming wanted to ride out the hype of his braised pork dish, before introducing a new one. If the restaurant also did well, he would have to buy more seats and tables. Also hire more workers, which was the biggest restriction for Wang Ming's restaurant.

Wang Ming had calculated it he could at most do 200-300 pounds of meat a day. Which would get him an earning of roughly 500-800 thousand yuan a month which would calculate to 6-9 million yuan a year. Which is fantastic more than anything he had ever dreamt off. But that would mean he would average, maybe 2-3 hours of sleep every day. Since it would take him roughly 10 hours to make all the food.

Then he would have to be awake and manage the restaurant until closing, which could be anywhere from 4 to 8 hours. If it was 8, then that would be 18 hours of the day after this he would need to buy all the ingredients, and finish all other business he had before sleeping some hours and start making food. Wang Ming didn't think that this was a workable solution at all but he didn't want to hire a new chef either. Since he didn't want to share all his secrets to an outsider, so until Wang Ming found a solution for it he would need to sacrifice his sleep.

Hearing Weng Ping call him from inside the food shop, Wang Ming stopped his thoughts for now and went inside the shop. Coming inside he saw 5 boxes stacked up next to the counter. Wang Ming couldn't help it but feel impressed by Weng Ping's strength if he had carried all the boxes. He looked to be 50 close to 60 years old, carrying all the boxes by himself was definitely difficult.

”Uncle Weng, I have a card here just charge 50 thousands yuan from it. Then you can supply me a fixed amount of 200 pounds daily unless I specify anything different. But you should always have enough meat in case I need 300 or 400 pounds.”

Then Wang Ming gave Weng Ping the card he had gotten from Bo Hou Zhang. But what Wang Ming didn't expect was that the card were declined. Wang Ming felt embarrassed for being naïve and being fooled so easily by Bo Hou Zhang. Wang Ming even cockily said to Weng Ping to charge 50 thousand yuan from the card, he couldn't help but get red in his face.

Coughing to calm himself down, Wang Ming then took out 50 thousand yuan from the red packet he had gotten from Peng Tong. He didn't want to use the money at all, but Wang Ming felt like he couldn't tell Weng Ping that Bo Hou Zhang had scammed him and he didn't have any money. Taking the 50 thousands he then reluctantly gave the money to Weng Ping and said.

”Sorry Uncle Weng I took the wrong card, but here's cash instead I hope you don't mind!”

After talking a bit more, Wang Ming then made his way towards the other shops in the market. But now he felt irritated and his mood was at an all-time low. He could only promise himself to never get scammed so easily again and check the card via internet/application on his phone. Wang Ming would also get revenge on Bo Hou Zhang someday.