After divorcing his celebrity wife, he became the richest man in the world

Chapter 7 Not Enough to Sell
Tong Ya hurriedly took out the tissue she carried with her and wiped Tuantuan's small face.

"Ah, what's the matter? It was fine just now, why did it become a little crying bag?"

Tuantuan rubbed his eyes pretending to be wronged.

"My dad is just selling fried cakes now, the teacher won't look down on him, will he?"

"How come? From the teacher's point of view, your father is a very responsible man!"

"Mr. Tong Ya, we have agreed that you will come with me after school in the afternoon. It is very close to here, only two blocks away!"

As he said that, Tuantuan stretched out his little finger, wanting to hook up with Tong Ya.

Tong Ya smiled slightly, and hooked up with Tuantuan without hesitation.

"Okay, let's go to practice! Today's movement is very difficult!"

"Got it, teacher!"

Tuantuan happily stood on tiptoe, spun around, and arrived at the dance area lightly, as if some scheme had succeeded.

The dance practiced today is the ballet Swan Lake, and its difficulty is simply hell for beginners.

But for a genius like Tuantuan, it was a piece of cake. She even danced with other children along with the music.

At lunch time, after settling down the children in the dance class, Tong Ya ordered a meal for herself, sat in a corner, and made a phone call at the same time.

"Xiaowei, I won't go to the hot pot game that I made an appointment with today, I may have to go back later!"

Tang Xiaowei on the other end of the phone didn't seem to wake up: "What are you doing? Are you busy?"

"I have an appointment with someone else, go out to eat fried sugar cakes!"

"What? Don't eat a good hot pot, you go out to eat fried sugar cakes with others? Do you have a boyfriend?" Tang Xiaowei jumped up from the bed all of a sudden, full of energy.

"No, it's not decided yet!"

"Who the hell is it? How can we, Miss Tong, care so much! You never go out to eat with anyone casually. "

Speaking of this, Tang Xiaowei seemed to think of something: "Could it be the man you had a crush on in college?"

"I know and ask!"

Tong Ya was a little ashamed immediately: "If you want to eat hot pot, go and eat it yourself! Don't wait for me."

"My God! Yaya, you have to calm down. You have been unrequited love for so many years, and that man has never seen you! Besides, isn't he already married? Are you planning to become a child? If those stubborn old Tong family know about it, it will be fine!"

"What nonsense!"

Tong Ya hurriedly explained: "He just got divorced yesterday!"

"Damn it, that's okay! Could it be you who messed up? Don't forget, we all sneaked out, so don't cause so many troubles!"

Tong Ya's head is full of black lines: "Do I look like that kind of person?"

Tang Xiaowei breathed a sigh of relief: "That's true! But your secret love is too strong! I just met at the welcome party, and now it's here! You don't hesitate to become a stepmother."

"Mind yourself! I know it!"

After hanging up the phone, Tong Ya suddenly became nervous, thinking about the date at night, and even struggling with what clothes to wear.

At this moment, Chen Yu was already busy in the dining car.

Last night and this morning were in a hurry, he was almost preparing raw materials while selling fried cakes.

Even with the blessing of the system, he was still in a hurry.

It's just free at noon, and all the remaining raw materials can be made into semi-finished products, which can be fried directly by customers in the afternoon.

This simple preparation of semi-finished products is much faster. In just one and a half hours, Chen Yu made [-] sugar cakes of five flavors respectively.

Calculated, he can make a semi-finished fried cake every second.

After a rough calculation in my mind, there are [-] pieces for each flavor, which is a total of [-] yuan.

This is pure profit!

It's just that Chen Yu's physical fitness has reached its limit to make fried cakes so efficiently and quickly.

From four o'clock in the morning to twelve noon, he hardly stopped.

When he saved these semi-finished products and was about to take a break, a dozen girls suddenly ran over.

"Here it is! The fried cakes made by the boss are simply outstanding!"

One of the little girls praised her and lay down on the counter of the dining car.

"Does the boss remember me? When I was at work last night, I bought some fried cakes from you! We just got off work, and we are very hungry. Can you fry some for us?"

Chen Yu wanted to refuse, after all, he was really tired.

But seeing the dozen or so factory girls dragging their tired bodies, with dark circles under their eyes, standing in front of them hungry, he still couldn't bear it.

He had experienced that kind of factory life before, not to mention these weak little girls, even he almost couldn't stand it.

"Okay, what flavor do you want to eat?"

Chen Yu stood up and immediately made the group of factory girls scream.

"Wow, the boss is so handsome! You brought us here to buy fried cakes, didn't you take this opportunity to peek at the boss?"

"No, last night when I went to work, the lights were dark, so I didn't care to see what the boss looks like. This fried cake is really delicious, and you'll know when it's fried."

"It doesn't matter whether the fried cake is delicious or not, the boss is so handsome that he really feels it."

While these little girls were chattering, Chen Yu fried [-] fried cakes of each of the five flavors.

When these little girls took a bite of the fried cake, their words stopped immediately.

"Oh my god, it really smells delicious!"

"The boss is handsome and skilled. I want to give birth to a monkey for him!"

"Don't think about it, the boss has a five-year-old daughter who is so cute!"

At this moment, Zhang Fan hurried over to the dining car.

"Old Chen! It's all designed for you, the space inside is maximized, and the refrigerator can also be used as a storage room, and if you drive away, you can also take the half hanging!"

With that said, Zhang Fan spread out a blueprint in front of Chen Yu.

It has to be said that Zhang Fan is really a professional modified driver, and he actually took out the blueprint in just a few hours.

"It's okay, just watch and do it!"

After discussing some details, Zhang Fan packed up the blueprints and came back to modify the car dealership, and started working in full swing.

After sending the dozen or so factory girls away, Chen Yu hurriedly closed the window of the dining car.

If there are more guests, his fried cakes at night will not be enough to sell.

However, judging from this progress, the raw materials may have to be doubled tomorrow morning.

After cleaning the dining car very carefully, Chen Yu ordered a braised chicken from next door.

After he was full, he set the alarm clock for two hours, lay down in the cab and fell into a deep sleep.

Counting money in the dream...

(End of this chapter)