Beijing, suburban, a rental house.
Bai Lei looked at the only red grandpa in his hand, exhausted.
On the other hand, there is news broadcast on TV.
"Because of promoting employment, ensuring people's livelihood, and adapting to the situation of normalized epidemic prevention and control, it has been explicitly required in the evaluation indicators of civilized cities not to include road operation, street markets, and mobile traders in the evaluation of civilized cities..."
Hearing this, Bai Lei sighed.
"Well, the national policy is good, allowing us to set up a stall for employment."
"But I have only one hundred yuan left all over my body. Where can I get the money to set up the stall?"
Bai Lei is considering whether to go back to his hometown to farm.
Just then.
In his mind, a strange voice suddenly sounded.
Ding!
"Congratulations to the host for being touched by heaven and earth and getting the Wanjie Ditan system."
"System binding..."
"Congratulations, the binding is complete!"
"Ding! Wuling street stall is distributing..."
"Ding! The stall has been distributed and is currently at the gate of the rental house yard."
"It is suggested that the host should set up a stall to sell goods as soon as possible to get rewards."
Bai Lei was stunned when he heard this.
When I said this, I came to a system?
But then came a burst of ecstasy.
"Ha ha, from now on, I am a systematic person!"
Then he hurried downstairs to see if it was true.
As soon as I got to the gate of the courtyard, I found that there was indeed an extra street stall.
"Really, really!"
Sitting on the street stall, he asked the system.
"System, introduce yourself to me."
"Good host," said the system.
"This system is the Wanjie floor stall system. Every night at 7:00 pm, the host drives the floor stall car to set up a stall to sell goods, and will get a reward."
"The information of the items sold every day will be automatically sent to the host before 0:00."
"The reward is 50% of the net profit of the goods sold, and other special rewards."
After listening, Bai Lei understood.
It means that you don't have to give anything, you just need to set up a stall to sell goods, and you can get rewards.
Bai Lei smiled: "Yes, the system provides material resources, and I provide human resources, making a steady profit!"
At this time, the information about the items sold today also reached Bai Lei's mind.
Today's item: ginseng fruit (copy).
Introduce: Eat the fruit that will prolong life. It is copied from the ginseng fruit produced in the Wuzhuang Temple of Zhenyuan Daxian Daochang.
Price: 100 yuan/jin.
"Ginseng fruit? 100 yuan per jin?"
Bai Lei is confused.
Are you kidding!
Not to mention whether it is a real ginseng fruit, no one will buy it at this price, right?
"System, are you sure I can sell it?"
"Yes!" the system said definitely.
"... OK."
Go out and have a try.
Then Bai Lei started his car and went to the night market.
This time is seven o'clock in the evening, so it's just right to set up the stall.
However, at this time, he met his landlord aunt Liu Huilan.
"Xiaolei, why are you driving out?"
Bai Lei blushed. "I'm going out to set up a stall."
Hearing this, Aunt Liu's eyes were full of praise.
"Yes, it's hard to find a job now. Going out to set up a stall is also an option."
"But what are you selling?"
Hearing this, Bai Lei smiled awkwardly: "Ha ha, just ordinary fruit."
"Without Aunt Liu, I can't get a good position if I don't go there."
With that, Bai Lei ran away.
But Aunt Liu was full of doubts.
......
When he came to the night market, Bai Lei found that he was a little late.
The people who set up the stall here usually come at five or six o'clock.
Therefore, Bai Lei had to park his car in a remote location.
Open the two sides of the carriage, reveal the strange fruit on the shelf, and start to officially set up a stall.
Bai Lei is also very curious about this gourd like fruit.
He took one to see how it tasted and whether it would increase his life.
But at this moment, a prompt sound suddenly sounded in my mind.
"Ding! The host can't get items for free, but also needs to buy them."
Uh
Forget it. One pound of fruit is too much to buy.
Bai Lei put down the ginseng fruit for his only one hundred yuan.
Then he waited for customers to come.
However, some customers came here. They were very curious when they saw this gourd like fruit and wanted to buy some to eat.
At the sight of one hundred yuan per kilogram, he immediately ran away.
"Well, a fool will buy one hundred yuan per kilogram." Bai Lei sighed.
But just then, a yellow haired ghost boy rode his battery car to Bai Lei's stall.
Without saying a word, he picked up a fruit and ate it.
"Well, it tastes good."
Then he took out a five yuan note and threw it on the stall.
"Boss, don't change the extra money."
With that, he wanted to ride away.
Bai Lei was stunned and immediately ran to him and stopped him.
The ghostly young man was confused: "Why?"
Bai Lei smiled: "You haven't given enough money!"
"How far is it?"
The ghost boy curled his mouth and thought it was just a fruit. How expensive it could be.
"Ginseng fruit is 100 yuan per jin, and the one you ate just now is one and a half jin, so you should pay me 145 yuan."
Hearing this, the ghost boy cried out in an instant.
"How much?! 100 yuan per kilogram!"
"You trampled on the horse, and I was wrong!"
Bai Lei was also angry. "I clearly marked the price. You can just pick up the horse and eat it!"
As he spoke, Bai Lei pointed to the price tag.
"Why, do you want to eat Overlord Fruit?"
Bai Lei's face sank.
Their dialogue also attracted passers-by to come and watch.
A little brother who set up a stall and a ghost fire young customer obviously had a conflict.
"Tut tut, young man, you are not so kind. Do you think we are fools?"
"Yes, isn't that obvious?"
"Why? They clearly marked the price. If you have the ability, don't buy it!"
"Yes, I support you!"
......
People who watch the bustle have nothing to do with themselves, so they have everything to say.
Some people support Bai Lei, while others don't like him.
At this time, the Ghost Fire Boy saw that half of the people supported him, so he shouted wildly:
"Ho ho, you are the black sheep!"
"The national policy is good, and it is allowed to set up stalls for employment. But just like you, a piece of mouse shit spoils the whole pot of porridge!"
"When we customers come here to shop, you may think that the boss here is black hearted!"
His righteous words made other stall owners look at Bai Lei unkindly.
......
