Chen Chengyan quickly completed the calculation in his mind and smiled and said, "That's good. If you can earn eight dollars a day, you can eat some good food. When you are growing up, you must ensure nutrition."

"Thank you, Uncle Chen, I will pay attention."

Fang Changan didn't expect that Chen Chengyan's first words were to say this, and he felt a little warm and helpless.

When my mother heard about this, she immediately realized that this was a business opportunity. Chen Chengyan just wanted to care about her nutrition...

Of course, this has a direct relationship with the poor family and my mother always thinks about how to make money. Chen Chengyan probably has never been worried about money since he was a child. He has a wealth of food and clothing and no driving force, so his acumen is naturally worse.

However, from the perspective of Fang Chang'an, this is actually an advantage. Although the so-called "poverty plan, wealthy will lead to conscience" is biased to a certain extent, it has something in common with "only enough granaries can you know etiquette."

Fang Chang'an originally did not plan to propose this method so early, but the current situation at home, especially the ten dollars given by his grandmother, deeply touched his heart, so he decided to take the risk.

This is not to say that he has a bad impression of Chen Chengyan. On the contrary, since contact, Cheng Mengfei, Chen Chengyan, and even Chen Chengyan's mother have left a good impression on Fang Chang'an.

But he is not a child who is innocent and ignorant of the world. He is a house of Chang'an, a soul in his later generations, and has never seen the people of small good and big evil. He cannot completely rule out the possibility that the other party will not admit his conscience.

However, Fang Chang'an is not without other options, because the cost of this business is not very high. Although it is not as big as Chen Chengyan's strength, there is no problem in making a living.

But this is not what he pursues. With later Internet thinking, he did not want to limit his vision to the range that a shop can radiate.

Therefore, after considering the measurement, Fang Chang'an decided to take a chance.

"We have Class 11 in the first grade of junior high school, with more than 50 people in each class, and more ordinary classes. Based on 50 people, there are 550 people in the first grade of junior high school, about 500 people in the second grade of junior high school, about 500 people in the third grade of junior high school, and about 400 people in the entire school."

"More than half of the students on campus are calculated based on 800. According to the situation of our class, because there is not much time after morning self-study, many day students don't like to go home to eat. There are fifty-four people in our class, and more than thirty people asked me to bring buns a day a few days ago."

"It may reduce after eating enough in the future, but at most, many people will go there occasionally at the cafeteria, and there will definitely be many people who choose to eat buns again."

"There are definitely unrealistic people in the school, according to the proportion of our class, but one-quarter or even one-fifth or one-sixth can be fought for."

"I bring buns these days, and on average, there are about seven per person. In fact, it should be a little more, because the students in the first grade of junior high school eat the least."

"If we count by one fifth, there are three hundred people, each with seven buns and two thousand one hundred."

"We also have No. 1 Middle School, No. 3 Middle School, private Haitian Junior High School, No. 1 Middle School and High School. Although they are on the street, No. 1 Middle School is closed. Residents are not allowed to leave the school gate and can only eat in the canteen. Of course, the canteen of their school should be better, and the competitiveness of buns is not that great."

"No. 3 Middle School, Haitian's situation is similar to our school. Haitian has more students, but they are private. The school should order food and drink for students, so it should be less calculated."

"There are many students in No. 1 Middle School, and the potential customers should not be much worse than the No. 3 Middle School. Haitian is counted as two thousand buns per school, which means eight thousand buns every morning."

"Based on the difference between two cents, it costs 160 yuan every morning, 4,800 yuan a month."

"If the stall is so big, it will definitely not only make the difference, rent a store yourself, hire someone to make buns, and give buns."

"I estimated the raw materials myself, and the profit should be more than five cents, which is 400 yuan a day, and 12,000 yuan a month."

"Even if the people who buy buns don't meet expectations, only half of them are, and there are 6,000 yuan a month."

It costs 6,000 yuan a month, which is naturally not much by future generations. It takes six or seven years to buy a low-end BMW without eating or drinking, and it is qualified to be called a poor man.

But at this time, the most intuitive comparison is that the housing prices in Yunlong City, which had exceeded 20,000 yuan in the later generations, are now less than 3,000 yuan per square meter!

What Fang Chang'an said was naturally empty talk. The biggest problem was not how to convince students to buy buns, but how to say that the school asked you to sell buns.

The canteen owners all paid the money. If you sell all the students to others, the canteen owners will definitely not agree.

This is the value of Shen Chengyan.

Fang Changan finished speaking in one breath and looked at the expressions of the two people in the study.

Shen Mo blinked his eyes and looked completely confused, but his expression was very admiring and even admiring, perfectly interpreting "Unclear and sharpness".

Shen Chengyan's expression was not much better, and he was completely shocked by the "magnificent" blueprint outlined by a twelve-year-old child.

But he is at least twenty years old. Although he is not clear about the world, he is not so easy to fool through it.

I just think about it carefully and feel that every sentence is logical, logically smooth, and there is nothing wrong with it.

The school would not easily allow people to compete for business with the canteen. He also thought of this, thinking that the children in Chang'an were too naive and ignored this problem.

However, Shen Chengyan didn't have any other skills, and this could really be solved.

As long as this most important level is solved, everything Fang Chang'an said is completely possible.

As for the reason why Fang Chang'an was obviously paying attention at the beginning, and he said it out loud, he tried to do this himself, Shen Chengyan didn't realize it yet.

Fang Changan looked at his expression and said, "This has the most important meaning and function."

Seeing that he was serious at such a young age, and it seemed that he was even more than 10,000 yuan a month, Shen Chengyan couldn't help but find it funny again, but he still asked seriously: "What?"

"ah?"

Shen Mo thought he was calling him, and he woke up from confusion. He blinked his eyes and looked at his uncle in confusion.

Shen Chengyan was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing, "I was asking Fang Chang'an what he was saying, not calling you Shen Mo."

"oh."

The little girl made a mistake and couldn't help but pout, but she also felt it was interesting and couldn't help laughing. When she saw Fang Chang'an, she laughed, and she pouted and kicked him quietly.

Fang Changan waited for Shen Cheng to finish laughing and said, "The most important thing is that when the school canteen has pressure on competition, he will never dare to put all the dirty and smelly things in the pot for students to eat like now."

Shen Chengyan, who had just stopped laughing, was stunned.

"The reason why school cafeterias make money is because students have no choice. Because students have no choice, no matter how unpleasant the food they cook, they dare to put it in the pot without washing the dishes. A few light and light potato chips are sold for 30 cents... Anyway, some students will always buy it."

"Students have a choice, and they want everyone to continue to be willing to eat their meals, either selling them cheaper or making them a little better and cleaner."

"The quality is good and the price is low. You always have to choose one, there is no other choice."

Chen Chengyan was silent for a while. For the first time, he looked at Fang Chang'an with a serious and serious look. Fang Chang'an did not do much to cover up. He raised his head and looked at him with nervous and expectant eyes, "quiet".

A few seconds later, Chen Chengyan slowly smiled on his face, "Do you want uncle to do this business?"

Fang Chang'an smiled on his face, then he lowered his eyes and said carefully: "You don't seem to be able to do it, right? It's better to let someone else come forward."

Chen Chengyan smiled and said, "You Teacher Cheng is not that material."

He pondered for a moment and said, "This is not a trivial matter. I have to discuss it with you, Teacher Cheng before making a decision."

Fang Chang'an nodded vigorously with joy and expectation.

Chen Chengyan kept observing Fang Chang'an's facial expression. After two seconds, he smiled again, reached out to pat his head twice, and said, "Okay, read the book carefully, don't think about it all day long."

"oh."

Fang Changan looked down at the book, turned over two pages, turned to look at Chen Chengyan, and seemed a little reluctant to speak, but in the end he didn't say anything, he looked down at the book again.

After more than ten seconds, he turned his head again, wanted to speak again but stopped, and then looked down again and read the book again.

On the third time, Chen Chengyan turned his head and smiled gently, "What's wrong? Just say something, and you're still seeing you with your uncle?"

Fang Changan looked at him and whispered: "Uncle Chen, I'm not thinking about it, I..."

He lowered his head and his voice became even smaller: "...I just want to eat enough."

Chen Chengyan was stunned again, looking down at the twelve-year-old boy, wearing clean and old clothes and cloth shoes, lowered his head, and the aggrieved words he said in a low voice, his heart suddenly felt like he was being held by a big hand, and he could hardly breathe.

"All dirty and smelly things are put in the pot for students to eat... no matter how unpleasant it is, the dishes are not washed... there is no choice..."

The words Fang Changan just said appeared in his ears again, and finally turned into a faint sentence: "I just want to eat enough."

As if one childish voice after another was saying this in his ear, boys and girls had weak voices, but their hearts were thirsty.

Chen Chengyan took a deep breath, reached out to touch Fang Changan's head, and said in a gentle voice: "Uncle knows, uncle is just a joke, don't take it to heart."

"real?"

Fang Changan raised his head, his eyes a little wet, but his expression seemed a little happy.

Chen Chengyan nodded vigorously and smiled, "You can have such thoughts and minds at such a young age. Uncle is very happy, really! Don't worry, uncle will definitely consider this matter seriously."

Fang Changan also nodded, "Yes!"

Two people, one big and one small, looked at each other, and suddenly heard sobs beside them, and looked over at the same time.
Chapter completed!