I stopped my sister from marrying Huang Mao, but she stabbed me in the back?

Chapter 14 Market management fees, new trouble!

"Fried skewers, delicious and delicious fried skewers!"

"Auntie, you can choose what you want to eat. There is a tray here. Just put it next to you after you have chosen it."

"Yes, the vegetarian dishes are only [-] cents, and the meat skewers are priced from one piece."

"..."

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a week passes.

After this week, Shen Mengyue has completely opened up the situation in the night market, and her skills have become more and more proficient.

I get up before dawn every day to purchase goods, then put on skewers, prepare materials, and put out the stall. I keep busy until late at night.

Be truly busy and happy!

Because as she had analyzed before, the turnover of more than [-] yuan on the first day of the official stall was largely due to Uncle Chen and the others bringing a group of co-workers and uncles to support her.

This created an extremely hot atmosphere, which resulted in an endless stream of people coming to her place to sell fried skewers, which was why the revenue was terrible.

In the next few days, it was up to her to fight alone seriously.

After all, Uncle Chen and the others are just a group of ordinary construction workers. Their wages are not too high. They can't come here to eat fried skewers every day. It's pretty good if they can come out every once in a while to improve their lives.

But even so, her daily turnover is not too bad.

Although it does not exceed a thousand, it can reach over 800 on most days. Even on a minimum day, there are more than [-].

And as her skills mature and become more sophisticated, the speed of making fried skewers is getting faster and faster, and the trend is still on the rise, making her more and more ambitious for the future.

Putting aside all kinds of costs, as long as she finished this month, she would definitely be able to earn 2 yuan for school selection fees, which made her feel at ease a lot.

For example, this week, she earned more than 6000 yuan.

Excluding the cost of more than 1000 yuan to buy ingredients and seasonings, and the cost of taking over the cart from her master, which cost 500 yuan, she made a net profit of more than 3000 yuan.

After she resigned, the construction site paid her last month's salary, which amounted to 500 yuan, which added up to 5000 yuan.

It's all put into my bankbook.

In this way, the total deposit in her bankbook is only 1000 yuan, and the mark of 2 yuan is already within easy reach.

There are more than 20 days left in this month, three weeks. If she keeps making money every week, she will definitely not have to worry about the tuition and living expenses for the next year. She will really have it covered!

Therefore, she was overjoyed. Although she was extremely tiring from setting up stalls early in the morning and coming back late every day, Shen Mengyue was always full of motivation and did not feel tired at all. On the contrary, she enjoyed it.

Within this week, in addition to completely sorting out the stall setting, Shen Mengyue also knew that she couldn't just set up the stall. After all, she had to go back to school to study, so she also started to prepare for review.

She made a simple plan for herself, that is, to get up at about five o'clock every morning, and then go to the market to purchase goods.

After buying all kinds of dishes, I would put on skewers and prepare ingredients in the morning, prepare all the dishes for the whole day, and then put out the stall at noon.

It's almost two o'clock when the stall closes at noon, and it's almost five o'clock when the stall opens in the afternoon.

In this way, she would have nearly three hours of rest time from noon to afternoon. She planned to make good use of this time to read books and review.

Including closing the stall at nine o'clock in the evening, he can also read for two hours before going to bed after eating. In this way, he can set up the stall and study at the same time.

Although it is indeed very tiring, it is very fulfilling. Everything is really moving in a good direction!
Including her sister and the will-o'-the-wisp yellow hair, they didn't bother her during this period, which made her feel a lot more relaxed again. She hoped it could stay like this, and it would be best not to have anything to do with it for the rest of her life!
Another busy day has come to an end. She took stock of today's achievements while holding the small cash box. The smile on Shen Mengyue's face became brighter.

"920 seven, not bad, not bad, today is quite a lot. If we continue like this, we may break through the thousand yuan mark again soon, hehe!"

She put the money away with a smile. Shen Mengyue was secretly happy and was about to close the stall. Suddenly, the uncle selling Roujiamo across the street happily walked over with two Roujiamo and said to him with a smile. .

"Xiao Shen, can I use two meat buns to exchange you for some fried skewers?"

"It's not mainly that I want to eat it, it's that my little grandson wants to eat it. He's tired of my Roujiamo, so I thought of bringing him some fried skewers back, is that okay?"

Hearing Uncle Roujiamo say this, Shen Mengyue, who was about to close the stall, saw that there were indeed some fried skewers left on the trolley, and immediately nodded with a smile.

"Okay, okay, Uncle An, just wait a moment and I'll blow it up for you right away."

That's right, because they set up a stall on the same street, and they were face to face. After a week, Shen Mengyue also became familiar with the uncle selling roujiamo. She knew that his name was An Dacheng and that he had already sold Kuai San on this street. The Roujiamo is here for the New Year, and the craftsmanship is not to mention, it is also very popular.

A similar phenomenon often happens in their night markets, where they all set up stalls selling snacks. It is convenient to swap them often to get a taste.

For example, Uncle An's Roujiamo, she had already tasted it in exchange for fried skewers. It tasted really good, especially the braised pork inside, which was amazing!

At this moment, I can change two of them, just enough to take them back to Uncle Zhang and Aunt Li to try, so that they can also have a full meal.

So I took the remaining fried skewers from the stall, fried more than ten skewers for Uncle An, and handed them to him.

"Here, Uncle An, put it away. Since you said it was for your grandson, I didn't add any spicy food, okay?"

Seeing this, An Dacheng shook his head in embarrassment when he saw a large handful of fried skewers handed over by Shen Mengyue.

"Hey, Xiao Shen, there are a lot more. My Roujiamo is only two and a half yuan each, and two of them are only five yuan. Just change it to a few skewers. You already have more than ten skewers, and you still have most of them. They are all meat skewers, which cost more than ten yuan. How can this be done? How about I make some more meat buns for you?"

Hearing this, Shen Mengyue shook her head and smiled, putting the fried skewers into An Dacheng's hands and saying.

"Okay, Uncle An, just take it. These are the leftover fried skewers that others picked out. They are not in good condition and cannot be sold for that much money."

"Besides, you have taught me a lot of rules at the night market since I set up a stall here for a week, so just think of it as my thank you."

Hearing what Shen Mengyue said, An Dacheng took over with a smile.

"You, my daughter, if you want to eat meat buns in the future, just come to my uncle and he will make them for you. Put more meat in them."

"Hey, okay, thank you, Uncle An."

With that said, An Dacheng took the fried skewers handed over by Shen Mengyue and was about to leave. Suddenly, as if he thought of something again, An Dacheng hurriedly turned around and reminded Shen Mengyue.

"By the way, Xiao Shen, I almost forgot to remind you that you have to pay the market management fee again. Don't forget to withdraw some money in advance and prepare it. Otherwise, you may be in trouble."

"Anyway, I heard that it will go up again in the second half of the year. It was only [-] a month before, but now it's [-] a month, and you have to pay for half a year at once." "Hey! It's not easy to do business, so prepare early!"

Immediately, Shen Mengyue, who was still feeling happy because she made money today, suddenly sank to the bottom when she heard what Uncle An said, and she asked in surprise.

"What? Market management fee?"

"Well, when I took over this stall from my master, he told me, haven't I already paid some stall fees? There are still two months left to expire. Why did another market suddenly appear? management fee?"

"Besides, I don't see anyone managing this market. What kind of management fee do you charge?"

After all, as Uncle An said, he suddenly has to pay a market management fee, which is 400 yuan a month. If he pays it for half a year, it will be [-] yuan.

She has to work hard for four or five days to earn this money.

What's more, she may not have been setting up a stall in this market for half a year. Wouldn't paying this money be equivalent to wasting money? How could she be willing?

Seeing Shen Mengyue's surprised and angry look, An Dacheng was also puzzled.

"What, Xiao Shen, didn't your master Chen Gang tell you about the management fee?"

Shen Mengyue shook her head, thinking that her master might have left in a hurry and didn't have time to tell her.

Seeing this, An Dacheng also had no choice but to explain.

"Anyway, Xiao Shen, you have to pay this money. The stall fee is the stall fee, and the market management fee is the market management fee. These are two different groups of people collecting it."

"Don't look at it, no one is out to manage this market now, but as long as you don't pay this money, someone will immediately come out to manage you every now and then."

"I'm deliberately trying to find trouble with you. Do you have a business license for setting up a stall? Do you have a health license? Have you set up a self-employed business? Have you paid taxes? All kinds of names have come out."

"And the place where you set up your stall, have you cleaned up all the oil and garbage on the ground? Has it affected the appearance of the city? It has a lot of reputation!"

When Shen Mengyue heard what Uncle An said, she immediately felt her anger disappear.

But he still said angrily.

"Uncle An, do I really have to pay it? I just plan to stay here for a month or two. It's enough to earn enough tuition and living expenses. I don't need to pay so much at once, right?"

"Besides, what kind of business license and health permit do I need to set up a stall with a push cart? I've never heard of it."

"I sell fried skewers in this place, but when I close the stall every day, I clean up the garbage myself, and I don't see anyone coming to help me clean up. Isn't this robbing people?"

Seeing Shen Mengyue say this, An Dacheng shook his head helplessly again and said with a wry smile.

"Xiao Shen, you are right. Those people are really shady. They call it market management fees, but in fact they are asking us for protection fees in disguise!"

"It's just that after the severe crackdown, these people have learned to be clever, people who don't know say, and they ask you for it in a roundabout way."

"Just wait and see, again, if you really don't pay the management fee, no one will help you clean now, but another day seven or eight people will block the stall for you and help you clean. Do you believe it?"

"And they ask you to go through all kinds of procedures. If you can't get it out, I'll report you. I even deliberately said that if you eat something bad at your stall, I'll punish you to death."

As he said that, An Dacheng looked at Shen Mengyue who looked in pain and comforted her with kind words.

"Okay, Xiao Shen, it's better to stop thinking nonsense. We, ordinary people, are looking for safety and security. We can't fight against those people."

"If you want to set up a stall in this night market, you have to follow their rules and pay no less. In this way, even if you don't have any formalities, no one will come to check you. On the contrary, even if you There are all kinds of procedures, and it’s enough to make you exhausted.”

"Everyone has been here like this these years. It's okay. Just ask for peace. In the past two years, there were some people who didn't believe in this evil and were so stubborn that they refused to talk. Now, they either stop working in this night market or become honest. You You should weigh it carefully yourself, anyway, I have already said everything I should say."

"After all, we work so hard to set up stalls at this night market for nothing more than seeking money. Your business is so good, so don't let a small thing make a big loss, especially since you are still a girl and you are entangled by them. What's more, Trouble, do you understand?"

Hearing what Uncle An said, Shen Mengyue was angry and helpless. Originally she just wanted to set up a stall and do business and earn enough for tuition and living expenses, but she didn't expect that there would be so many things. Who did she provoke?

She had just made some money and had to pay it out. It was still such a huge sum. It was even more uncomfortable than killing her.

But it is true that as Uncle An said, she is a weak little girl, and it is impossible for her to fight against the mixed group of people in the market, so although she is angry, she can only sigh and accept her fate in the end. road.

"Hey, I understand. Thank you for reminding me, Uncle An. I didn't expect that we would have so much trouble setting up a stall. It seems that making money is not that easy. It is the same in all walks of life."

An Dacheng also relaxed slightly after seeing her listen to the advice.

Otherwise, he was really afraid that a new girl like Shen Mengyue would get into trouble with the people who collected market management fees because she didn't understand the rules, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

At this moment, he nodded in cooperation.

"That's right, money is hard to make and shit is hard to eat. If you want to make money smoothly, you have to be submissive and don't go against them."

"Xiao Shen, you don't know that those people who collect market management fees are not good people. They are local snakes in our area. They have a lot of yellow and green haired gangsters riding on will-o'-the-wisps. They are messing around, and ordinary people really can’t afford to mess with them.”

"So if you suffer a little loss, just suffer a little loss. If you give the money honestly, you can also be quiet. Otherwise, if they really come after you, you will have to shed your skin even if you die!"

Immediately, Shen Mengyue, who had just hit the bottom of her mood, heard Uncle An say this, her eyelids suddenly jumped again, and she exclaimed in shock.

"What? A little gangster with yellow and green hair?"

"Still riding a will-o'-the-wisp?"

"Damn, it can't be such a coincidence, right?!"

In her mind, the image of her sister's boyfriend, Xu Shaoyang, who also rode a will-o'-the-wisp and dyed his hair yellow, suddenly appeared in her mind.

It seems that Xu Shaoyang really calls himself Mr. Yang of Xicheng, and their night market happens to be in Xicheng District, so he won't recite it like that, right?Have you fallen into the hands of this will-o'-the-wisp yellow hair again?

She has already accepted this inexplicable market management fee, but she really doesn't want to have anything to do with this will-o'-the-wisp Huang Mao and others!

Otherwise, what should I do if someone comes to the night market to cause trouble for me because of the previous rift?
Including my own sister. It was precisely because she didn’t want to have anything to do with her anymore and wanted to completely cut off the relationship that she even stopped living in her own home and moved here. What should she do now?
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(End of this chapter)