Chapter 297: My woman (3)

Chapter 297 My Woman (3)
A day’s profit of 800 yuan is a profit of 24,000 a month. After deducting the management fee of the booth and various sanitation fees, there is also a net profit of about 18,000 plus a rent of 2,000. As well as some other losses and expenses in doing business, no matter how you can calculate it in one month, you can have a net income of about 13 or 4, this data makes Fang Zhiqiang very satisfied, but then think about it, people have to do it by two people. Doing it by one person is equivalent to doing the work of two people by one person. It is so hard and it seems that it should be earned to make this little money. Fang Zhiqiang is not so happy after thinking this way, but he is still very happy and satisfied. He originally thought that as long as he could earn eight thousand yuan a month, he would be satisfied. Now it is more than half, which is far beyond his expectation.
After a day of business analysis, Fang Zhiqiang also had a good idea of ​​this business, and it was a lot more practical.
After it was almost done, Fang Zhiqiang changed into clean clothes, then went out again, went to a nearby big hotel, booked a private room in advance, and only after the reservation was made, did he call the general affairs director of the school to inform him of the address. I went to the hotel lobby and ordered a few red envelopes, and sealed four red envelopes. One red envelope was stuffed with 1,000 yuan, and the other three were stuffed with 500 yuan each. Although Fang Zhiqiang is very upright, it does not mean that he does not know how to be flexible and not so sophisticated. In fact, he is also a very sophisticated person. He did not learn anything else during the few years as a civil servant in a township. He studied these things very well. Deep, because the more you are at the grassroots level, the more so-called "humanity and worldliness" inside, so Fang Zhiqiang can be considered very handy for this set.
He understands a truth that there can be no return without paying. Today he Fang Zhiqiang spent two thousand five hundred yuan, then the two thousand five hundred yuan can bring him at least ten thousand yuan in return. This is a natural thing and everyone knows it well. After all, the school business is a big deal. If Fang Zhiqiang can take it down, it can bring him at least seven to eight thousand yuan in profits every month. For this, it will definitely be worth spending a few thousand yuan.
Before long, the director of general affairs came with the three owners who contracted the canteen. Fang Zhiqiang also went out. The orders were all good dishes, and the wine was also good. Of course, his wine accompanied him very well. That’s not bad, plus his mouth is actually very good, so that night, after a meal, two of the general affairs director and three bosses were immediately drunk, and the other two were also drunk. It's almost done, and Fang Zhiqiang himself is actually holding on, and he is on the verge of getting drunk. But the drink was worth it. The three bosses all gave Fang Zhiqiang a thumbs-up, and all of them immediately stated that Fang Zhiqiang gave away the dishes afterwards. The fact that they are willing to come to eat this meal has already explained their attitude. The simple truth is that Fang Zhiqiang wants to do business from them, and they want to do business from the director of general affairs, whether they want to let Fang Zhi Qiang gave them food, they all had to let Fang Zhiqiang send it, because the director of general affairs had spoken, they did not dare to offend the director of general affairs, and the director of general affairs was actually afraid of offending the principal. In his heart, Fang Zhiqiang's relationship with the principal Very good, so this messy relationship is actually a matter of course for Fang Zhiqiang to get the big client of the school. Plus, Fang Zhiqiang is more able to be a human being, so regardless of the cafeteria owner or the school’s general director, they are all very satisfaction.
Fang Zhiqiang spent more than 2,000 yuan on this meal, plus the red envelopes he sent out, and finally spent more than 5,000 yuan directly, plus the gifts from those restaurant owners yesterday. Fang Zhiqiang hasn’t done business yet, just give gifts. It cost 10,000 yuan for the favor, but Fang Zhiqiang knew very well that the money was worth it.
After Fang Zhiqiang settled the bill, he walked drunkly towards his home. At first he was a little awake. Afterwards, he couldn't hold on anymore. He walked to an alley and held on to the wall and vomited there. The sky was dim. Heartbreaking. After vomiting, he couldn't take care of that much, so he wiped his mouth with his hand, and then just sat down on the ground next to the wall. Anyone who has been drunk knows how uncomfortable it is to vomit after being drunk. It feels like throwing up all of your internal organs.
Fang Zhiqiang's tears came out when he sat there, and he sat motionless against the wall uncomfortably. Fortunately, his head became a little clearer after he vomited. He took a cigarette from his pocket and slowly Smoked. Seeing the people passing by him from time to time looking at him with pity and disgust, he felt very uncomfortable. He knew that these people regarded him as a beggar, a madman, and a person sleeping on the street.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that he was extraordinarily lonely, his head leaning against the wall dizzy, he was so uncomfortable, all for life, for his dreams, and for his principles, to live, life is like this Helpless and cruel.
Fang Zhiqiang smoked and thought of his father, but he knew that his father had not forgiven him. He also thought of Wang Yaxin and Li Xiaoxiao. When I think of Li Xiaoxiao, my heart feels colic again.
Fang Zhiqiang leaned against the wall and smoked a lot of cigarettes in a row. He felt that he had some strength in his whole person, and he forced himself to stand up slowly, and he held the wall to his home. No one to take care of.
Fang Zhiqiang walked back home almost by perseverance. After returning home, he closed the door directly, then fell directly on the bed and fell asleep like that. He didn't take off his clothes, shoes, and quilt, so he fell asleep. If it weren't for that trace of sobriety, telling him that he must insist on walking back, or he would have to lie down on the street and sleep all night, he would have fallen into the street drunk.