Chapter 5 - Chapter 5 - 5 Pure Net Profit (1/2)

Chapter 5 – 5 Pure Net Profit

Chen Yu rubbed Tuan Tuan’s little head.

“Tuan Tuan, you really were Daddy’s hero today! Haven’t you always wanted to eat the spicy chicken from that place on the east street corner? Let’s go now!”

“Yay, long live Daddy!”

After cheering, Tuan Tuan very obediently began to help Chen Yu tidy up the food cart.

This had almost become a habit for Tuan Tuan, as Fang Yuan had been busy filming for years, and Chen Yu managed everything at home.

Whenever Chen Yu did the housework, Tuan Tuan always came over to help out diligently, and it had become a habit over time.

After filtering the waste oil, cleaning the workbench meticulously, and thoroughly sweeping the entire food cart, Chen Yu finally took off his rubber gloves with satisfaction.

[Congratulations to the host for a perfect end to a day’s business; reward: contact information for all ingredient suppliers.]

Chen Yu was slightly surprised; it seemed that he wouldn’t be able to get the suppliers’ contact information if he didn’t clean up the food cart thoroughly.

Truth be told, today’s ingredients could be considered top-notch, and if Chen Yu had to find the raw materials himself, he probably wouldn’t be able to find ones this good.

At this moment, his phone had a few new phone numbers added to it.

“Let’s go quickly, Daddy, or they’ll be closing up soon! Oh, we have to print out the payment code too. I’m so tired from receiving payments on the phone all day!”

It was already ten o’clock at night, and except for a few 24-hour fast-food restaurants, almost all the shops on the street had closed.

Fortunately, there was a print shop not far from them that hadn’t closed yet.

After printing and copying the payment code, Chen Yu took Tuan Tuan to a small Sichuan restaurant.

After ordering two servings of spicy chicken over rice, Chen Yu started making phone calls.

“Flour at three yuan per pound, one hundred pounds per bag, right? Bring me ten bags at four o’clock tomorrow morning!”

“Sweet potatoes, mix of purple and regular, at five yuan per pound, bring me two hundred pounds at four o’clock tomorrow morning!”

“Original sesame seeds at ten yuan per pound, bring me one hundred pounds at four o’clock tomorrow morning.”

“White sugar, brown sugar, both at two yuan per pound, bring me one hundred pounds of each at four o’clock tomorrow morning.”

“Pure mineral water at ten yuan per barrel, bring me ten, um, barrels at four o’clock tomorrow morning!”

The raw materials Chen Yu bought were double what the system had provided on the first day.

After all, the initial stock of ingredients had sold out in just half a day.

At this time, the Sichuan restaurant wasn’t busy, and although Chen Yu’s voice wasn’t loud, everyone could hear him clearly.

The restaurant owner served the rice and then sat down beside them as if he were an old acquaintance.

“Buddy, you sell breakfast fried pastries, right? Your ingredients are too expensive. Let me tell you a place where you can get flour for just one yuan per pound, which could double your profits!”

Chen Yu just smiled and showed no interest in engaging further with the owner.

Flour for one yuan per pound would undoubtedly be of inferior quality, and buying it would only detract from the quality of his fried pastries.

“Uncle Boss, my daddy doesn’t sell just any ordinary fried pastries! We can’t be so casual with the choice of ingredients. Flour that cheap must be fake,” Tuan Tuan piped up assertively.

If anyone else had said that, the owner would certainly have been furiously embarrassed, as that was the kind of flour he used in his restaurant.

But Tuan Tuan’s voice wasn’t just sweet; he also looked cute, and even the fiercest-looking person would be disarmed by his charm.

“Ah, but in business, you’ve got to consider profits first! No matter how well you make the fried pastries, they’re still just going to taste the same, no big difference.”

No sooner had the owner finished speaking than Tuan Tuan spit out the spicy chicken he had just put into his mouth.

“It’s so yucky, not even as good as the pastries my daddy makes! It never used to taste this bad.”