"Okay! Thank you uncle, thank you aunt! I will definitely ask our classmates!"

Fang Chang'an agreed repeatedly.

There are only forty or fifty buns in a pot. The business is not good, so the boss dares not make more. Now there are only more than seventy buns added to the pot. Fortunately, there are two buns that have not been put into the pot yet. After counting, it is barely enough.

Fang Chang'an asked: "Auntie, there are too many, so I can't take it with me. Do you have any foam boxes here? I'll use them to get buns in the future."

The proprietress found a foam box from under the stall, took out the seasonings, wiped them with a rag, and smiled at Fang Chang'an, "It's all for you to put in the bag, not directly in the box."

Fang Chang'an nodded, "It's better to be cleaner. If you see this, students who have no food, they might eat it tomorrow."

The boss's wife felt it made sense and wiped some of the stains outside the foam box cleanly. The boss asked again: "Do you want chopsticks?"

Fang Chang'an had already calculated in advance and said, "Some students can take chopsticks themselves, while others don't, but there may be more people in the future. I'll take them according to the number of people today, and the rest can be used in the future."

The boss nodded, and the boss's wife smiled and praised: "You are not old and you are quite considerate in your mind. How are your grades?"

Fang Changan smiled shyly: "It's okay, I got the first place in the school in the last exam."

"Ah! That's amazing!"

The couple was surprised again, more surprised than seeing Fang Chang'an's sophistication, and at the same time they paid more attention to it.

Good grades and smartness, even if such a child is poor, he will definitely have a future in the future!

The proprietress wiped the box clean and asked again: "How many buns are in a bag?"

"Ten."

According to the ideal plan, there is no doubt that one bag per person, but that would take too much time and the boss would definitely think it would cost money. Therefore, Chang'an took a discount on the house, with ten bags per bag, and then went back to the classroom and subdivided it.

"OK."

The boss's wife first put the existing buns in bags. Fang Chang'an took a look and the buns on the plate seemed to have been kept for a while. Then he said, "Auntie, wait for the new buns to be filled with, otherwise the new ones will be delicious and the cool ones will not be delicious. The students who get the cold will definitely be unhappy. Maybe they will not eat them next time. If they have new buns spread out, they will not dislike them."

The buns are made today, and the new ones are just a little hotter, but they do have a certain impact on the taste. What Fang Chang'an is worried about is not that the taste is bad, but that "don't worry about the lack of weight but the unevenness", and eliminate the gap as much as possible.

"You know a lot."

I don’t know if it’s because I’m used to Fang Chang’an’s sophistication or because I learned that he is the best student in the school, the boss’s wife wasn’t that surprised this time and laughed and joked.

As he said, he first made the newly-cooked buns with the previous pot in bulk bags. Fang Chang'an also helped. After filling the pot, the second pot was not cooked yet, so he had to wait.

Then wait for the third pot.

"Our school has finished morning self-study at 7 o'clock, and I will definitely be here at 7 o'clock. Uncle and aunt, you will prepare 200 buns around 7 o'clock tomorrow. I'll come and get them. Don't be too early, otherwise it will be cold and not delicious."

"Can you want that much?"

"It should be no problem. Even if there are too many, you uncle and aunt will sell it next."

Fang Chang'an wanted to save time, but he was unwilling to promise, but he was telling the truth, so the couple hesitated and nodded, "Okay, we will prepare early tomorrow."

"By the way, uncle and aunt, if there are still classmates from our school who learn to buy buns like this, don't sell them cheaply, okay? Even if it's the buns from our school, I will be the exclusive agent."

The couple both felt that the word "agent" was a little fresh, but they still understood the meaning.

The boss's wife hesitated for a moment, and the boss nodded directly: "Okay, we only recognize you. When others come, it will cost one cent per person to buy."

"Thank you uncle, thank you aunt."

Fang Changan thanked with a smile, not having much hope for the binding force of this verbal promise, but it is just a convenient guarantee, better than nothing.

In the short term, he is not worried about competitors appearing, and as long as there is a period of buffering, it is enough for him.

He started his own business in his previous life and was reborn for a while. How could he be willing to work for others?

It’s just that resources are scarce, and it still takes time to accumulate and borrow.

The last pot of buns was released. Fang Chang'an continued to help prepare the buns. He calculated that 180 yuan was enough, and then he said: "One cent is one, 18 yuan for one hundred and eighty yuan is 16 yuan and 2 cents are 18 yuan for one yuan. Uncle and aunt, am I not wrong?"

Although the couple may not have been in school, they have been doing business for so many years and their mental arithmetic ability is only stronger than Fang Changan. They have already calculated the price. They nodded when they heard this, "It turns out that they are the number one in the school. This arithmetic is great!"

Fang Changan smiled embarrassedly, "Uncle, aunt, do you think this is OK? I'll give you 17 yuan, make up an integer, and give me 190 buns, which is equivalent to the last ten buns for eight cents per. I'll give the more buns to my classmates who didn't buy today and let them taste it. Your buns are bigger than other buns, and many people should buy them tomorrow."

The long-term blueprint has been drawn, and the couple is kind-hearted. They sold all 180 buns, and giving them ten buns for 80 cents is naturally nothing. They nodded and put another bag for him.

"You kid, your brain is really useful."

The boss put the bag of buns into the box and sighed, "The results are indeed different."

Fang Changan said shyly: "Uncle, you praised me so much. I will only earn a few buns to eat, it's not that great."

Not counting Fang Chang'an, the classmate in the class, plus Fang Dianqiu, had a total of 182 buns, so of course he also collected 18 and 20 cents. In this way, he only earned one or two cents a trip, plus eight buns.

After filling the new pot of buns, there were three left in the end. The boss’s wife simply put them in and smiled and said, “I’ll give you three more.”

Fang Chang'an said happily: "Thank you, aunt, you are so kind."

The boss smiled and did not respond. The boss tied the foam box to the back seat of the bicycle. Fang Changan paid 17 yuan and thanked the couple again, and then rode his bicycle back to school.

As a car owner who often rides shared bicycles to and from get off work, Fang Changan believes that his driving skills are superb. He wasted time on the bus and packing it.

I parked my bicycle in the carport, locked it, and then returned to the classroom with a box of buns. It was just half past seven, and more than a dozen classmates were hungry and almost cheered when they saw him coming back.

"Sorry, sorry, the boss doesn't have so many buns, I'm making them now. I'm running back all the way and I'm almost exhausted."

Fang Chang'an put the box on his seat, apologized first and then complained. A group of people had already surrounded him and shouted in verbal voice: "Squad leader, we miss you so much!"

Wang Yuwei was in her position and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work in the squad leader! I'll share you two buns with you!"

Wang Ke was about to speak, but Wang Yuwei snatched it first. He was a little unhappy. He looked at her and then glared at Fang Chang'an.

Fang Chang'an smiled and said, "No, don't, I'll get it with kindness. I'm enough for myself... Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, I'll follow the list. This bag is ten. Ge Li and Zheng Lili, one bag, Li Dongfeng, this is your bag... There are disposable chopsticks here, and students who don't have chopsticks can take it."

Many people have no food since they woke up in the morning, and they were hungry before morning self-study was over, and they all gathered around. Fang Chang'an did this for the first time. In addition to ten or five, they were so easy to deal with, several people still wanted six, seven, and eight, which were a little busy.
Chapter completed!