Gourmet: Midnight Vending-Chapter 312 - 289: Old Zhao Really Has a Reputation
The most crucial part is that the shop Fang Zhizhong mentioned not only has the best location, but he’s giving it away for free!
In this world, nothing is inherently good or bad; there’s only what’s expensive and not expensive.
A 299 yuan fried rice with abalone is seen as a rip-off, but a 9 yuan fried rice with just one egg is acceptable.
But if you offer free eggless fried rice... well, excuse me, that fried rice will taste better than your 299 yuan one!
Chen Mo asked somewhat uncertainly, "You’re giving me a shop with the best location for free?"
Seeing Chen Mo’s interest, Fang Zhizhong let out a sigh of relief, "Boss Xiao Chen, in reality, it’s a mutual exchange. Having more assets won’t hurt you, and for me, if you can run the shop for at least a week every year, then it’s worth it for me to give it to you."
Fang Zhizhong had been in business for years, so even though the resort wasn’t completed yet, he had a clear idea of things.
There are many industries in this world; they may seem quiet usually, but their earnings in one or two months can cover expenses for two or three years.
Tch.
If that’s the case...
Chen Mo suddenly laughed, relaxing in his chair, "I think it’s doable!"
"So, have you agreed to help oversee the interviews at the resort in a few days?" Fang Zhizhong took the opportunity to shift the topic.
Having just accepted the gift, Chen Mo couldn’t say no.
At the same time, he felt a bit resigned, no wonder President Fang had everything under control; every word he said was just the right fit, leaving people unable to refuse.
"How about this, President Fang, show me the profiles of those chefs later. Even if I’m just overseeing, I should know their backgrounds, right?"
"No problem."
Work matters are best discussed briefly.
With that, President Fang handed a bowl to Chen Mo, "Would you like some more?"
"No, no, there are kids waiting for me by the river, and it’s getting late. I’ll head over and talk to the teacher for a bit before returning to the city."
Fang Zhizhong smiled and nodded, not insisting further. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
The water in the rice cooker gradually heated up, boiling.
In the woods, Dunzi squatted down, sniffing hard, "Damn, this smell is really strong, so fragrant!"
Luckily no one was around, or they’d probably misunderstand.
Who says it smells good when you’re doing your business?
Chen Mo drove back to the riverside and saw Jiang Wenqing holding up his hands and cheering; it turned out he’d gotten lucky and taken over the house, becoming the ultimate winner.
Wu Junfeng was still on the bank, rubbing a little yellow clay ball, murmuring to himself.
Over there, the hot pot stall Wu Junfeng set up was currently deserted, with a lot of ingredients bubbling away in the pot, no one knew why.
"Hey, Xiaochen, is this a camper van?"
"Yes." Chen Mo invited Jingyi’s Mother and the three others to the car, "The front is a camper, and the back is a food truck."
Li Jingyi’s Mother circled the camper van curiously, "Are you not working now?"
"Yeah." Chen Mo leaned against the food truck, chatting, "I just drive around the country, wandering. When I run out of money, I just find a place to set up a stall and make some money, then I continue wandering when I have money again."
"What?"
The four young mothers were initially shocked by this, then their eyes lit up with little stars.
For housewives like them, tied to the home, husband, and children after marriage, Chen Mo’s free and easy lifestyle was the kind of life they could only dream of!
"Which places have you been to?" Jingyi’s Mother was the most interested.
"I’ve been to Sichuan and Yu Province," Chen Mo said truthfully, "I haven’t been off work for long, so I’ve visited only a few places, and it was kind of superficial."
"That’s impressive!"
Once the conversation started, it was hard to stop, and Jingyi’s Mother looked around the camper with admiration.
Of course, what she admired was the camper van.
"By the way, Xiaochen, can I check out the inside? I’ve never seen a camper in real life, only on TikTok."
"Sure, it’s quite spacious, everyone can come in and take a look."
Chen Mo opened the door, feeling a bit wistful; if bringing people inside could make it a big house, that would be great.
Entering the camper van, opposite the door was a folding small dining table, with comfortable soft leather seats on either side, akin to sleeper seats on a train.
Behind the seats, on one side was a bed about 1.3 meters wide, on the other side was a small table and chairs for work, leading to an integrated space for a bathroom.
Overall, it was cramped, but it had all the necessary features, though compared to the over-eighty-square-meter big house Chen Mo lived in alone, it couldn’t compare.
But even so, it elicited exclamations from the four mothers.
Jingyi’s Mother even lay down on the bed, "So comfortable, I dare not imagine, if I could lie on this bed, open the skylight, be covered with a quilt, and watch the starry sky as I drifted asleep, how wonderful that would be."
The mom in thick black stockings nearby joked, "Wouldn’t it be better if a handsome guy like Xiaochen accompanies you?"
"Aiya, if a guy like Xiaochen accompanies me, it wouldn’t matter if there were stars or not~"
Chen Mo stood beside them earnestly, feeling these women suddenly opened up, a bit understanding why the sole man in their company’s finance department felt the way he did back then.
The four young mothers explored the van, checked it out thoroughly, then got off.
Jingyi’s Mother was the last to get off, standing on the steps at the door, turning back to smile at Chen Mo, "Xiaochen, can you take me out to play if there’s a chance in the future? I’ve always wanted to experience this kind of life."
Chen Mo smiled awkwardly yet politely, "Of course, contact me when the time comes."
After getting off, and giving some safety instructions to Jiang Wenqing, and listening to the teacher’s arrangements, Chen Mo noted everything down to pass on to Jiang Fei or his wife later.
Finally, after adding Jingyi’s Mother’s WeChat, Chen Mo prepared to drive away.
Before getting in the car, someone stopped him.
"Boss Xiao Chen, did you see anyone when you went outside to switch the car head?"
Chen Mo looked at Old Zhao, not knowing how to break the harsh truth to him.
Poor Old Zhao was still waiting for them to bring hot pot ingredients and have dinner with them, unaware they were already feasting over by the grove.
"Didn’t really see anyone, why do you ask?"
Old Zhao frowned, muttering to himself, "That’s odd, they should have arrived by now."
"Could there have been an accident on the road, and why is no one talking in the group..."
Seeing Old Zhao talking to himself, pacing back and forth, anxious.
Chen Mo sighed.
Old Zhao was known to have his quirks.
