CHAPTER 69: CHAPTER 69: THIS PHONE WILL BE BURIED WITH ME

"Little boss only makes about 2,000 steamed buns a day. If each of you in the front are taking 100 or 200 buns, with around ten people, they’ll all be gone. Won’t we at the back have made the trip in vain?"

"Exactly, exactly, I’ve been craving these for over a week now. You can’t just leave me hanging!"

"There needs to be a limit, a purchase limit is a must!"

"Twenty per person, no more than that!"

At this moment, Second Uncle was really in a dilemma. He turned his head and asked Wang Fan, "Nephew, what should we do?"

Wang Fan himself scratched his head when he saw the scene, not expecting such enthusiasm from these people.

"Limit, definitely need to limit."

Old Liu suddenly strolled over unhurriedly and said to everyone righteously, "Ladies and gentlemen, the little boss doesn’t come often, and we must make sure everyone gets their share. Even I didn’t anticipate everyone’s enthusiasm. Now that there are too many people, without a limit, those at the back won’t get any. So let’s continue with the limits. Today, there are only two kinds of steamed buns, let’s limit it to 20 each. How’s that?"

These people were originally informed by Old Liu, so they were willing to give him some face.

"Alright, alright, we’re all neighbors, so I’ll get a bit less. Little boss, pack me 20 of each."

"Yeah, when I was at the back, it was because someone let me cut in line. Can’t hog it all to myself."

"Okay then, Old Liu, aren’t you lining up?"

Old Liu chuckled and slowly walked to the very back, "I was late, so I’ll line up at the back. Don’t worry about me."

Wang Fan looked at Old Liu speechlessly, thinking no wonder this master was sprinting with a shopping cart earlier, taking Aunt Wang and Professor Jiang quickly along, leaving the new group unaware of them dashing away with a cart full of buns.

However, order was finally maintained, and Wang Fan naturally didn’t expose their intentions.

Liu Hongwei expressed that he and his friends were utterly shocked at this moment!

Who am I? Where am I? What happened?

In the blink of eating a steamed bun, how did so many people appear?

The three of them had just vacated the spot in front of the stand for buns but were no longer in line now.

Staring at the long queue, the three were speechless.

Looking at the ten steamed buns he had left, Liu Hongwei felt his heart bleed.

"Once there was a very delicious steamed bun before me, and I didn’t cherish it. It wasn’t until I had to queue again to get another that I regretted it. If heaven gave me another chance, I’d tell the boss four words — I want them all!"

Feeling somewhat unwilling to leave, Liu Hongwei looked at Chen Shu and Chu Tian, asking, "How about... we line up to get more?"

Chen Shu immediately expressed, "Line up, definitely line up! I’ve never had such tasty buns before, having just a few feels like a loss!"

Chu Tian nodded firmly without saying a word, and the three quickly lined up again.

"20 of each kind."

"5 of each kind."

"20 of the Cumin Beef Bun."

"20 of the Mapo Tofu Bun."

For the first time in his life, Second Uncle felt overwhelmed.

The diners scrambled to buy them, and before a steamer of buns could even cool off, they were already snatched away.

What happened today felt like a dream to him.

Even when he got home with the buns sold out, holding the treasure chest, the feeling hadn’t dissipated.

Staring at the treasure chest filled with cash, Second Uncle sighed, "Wow, you sold as much this afternoon as I used to in a month. You’re better than your Second Uncle."

Wang Fan chuckled, "Second Uncle taught me well."

Second Uncle spat, "What did I teach you? I don’t even know how to make steamed buns well, let alone teach you the technique."

Grumbling a bit, Second Uncle began counting money.

He poured the cash from the box onto the bed, sorted it by denomination, laying it out neatly, tallying numbers aloud as he organized: "50... 100... 342... 1000..."

After sorting all the change and bills, Second Uncle’s shocked voice echoed again, "Oh my goodness, you sold 9,450 today in the afternoon!"

Wang Fan nodded, "Not bad, just not as good as the day we sold crab roe buns."

Seeing his nephew acting unfazed, Second Uncle felt a sense of hopelessness from the comparison.

He shook his head reluctantly and handed the money to Wang Fan, "Take it, find some time to deposit it in the bank."

Wang Fan laughed, "Second Uncle, you keep it. I just buy some ingredients every day, nothing much to spend on, you go ahead and use it."

Second Uncle refused, "You keep it yourself, you’ve been a penny-pincher from a young age, you won’t spend recklessly, anyways if I need anything I’ll just ask you for it."

Wang Fan wanted to laugh at Second Uncle’s words, thinking who really was the penny-pincher? He was only generous when buying things for him, never really generous otherwise.

Seeing Second Uncle’s firm stance, Wang Fan straightforwardly said, "How about this, we won’t deposit it. I overheard them chatting earlier that a company called Mi has launched a new smartphone costing just over 1,000. Let’s go check it out tomorrow morning and if it’s good, let’s upgrade our phones."

His phone was already considered old, and Second Uncle’s was even older.

Second Uncle felt a bit pained, "Just get one for yourself, I’ll use your old one."

Wang Fan smiled, "Don’t worry about the money, you saw how well I can earn today, selling two phones is a day’s earn back, I’ve heard you can download an app called Qidian on it, and you can read any novel on there. Plus, they say paying and receiving payments on smartphones is very easy, didn’t people ask if you had a QR code for payments today? We can get one then."

Anyway, if he got the QR code, he would have it in the Treasure Chest, his earnings wouldn’t decrease at all.

And even if payments through QR couldn’t get the chest’s bonus, it’s just a 10% yield, he wasn’t really... no, he can’t boast about it, that’s a solid 10% profit! He not only felt hurt but very hurt by it!

If the QR code funds can’t increase, he’ll just put away the QR code!

The next day Wang Fan took Second Uncle to a nearby mobile phone store, the dazzling array of phones made them a bit dazzled.

Ultimately disregarding Second Uncle’s opposition, Wang Fan decisively bought a Mi Model 1 phone for each of them.

Second Uncle clutched his phone tightly, reluctant to even slide it into his pocket, fearing it might get scratched.

Wang Fan laughed and said, "Just use it, if you wear it out, I’ll buy you a new one."

Second Uncle rolled his eyes, "You’ve changed, this thing costs over a thousand, and it’s the first gift you’ve given me, put it in my coffin when I die."