"What, selling rice noodles?" Zeng Fanyu was stunned, and he never expected his son to come up with such an idea.

"Yes, it's just selling rice noodles!" Wang Bo nodded and said, "There is a pastry near our school. The business is not good and I can't continue to open it anymore. The storefront is ready to sublease it. Let's go and change it to a rice noodle shop to sell rice noodles. The storefront is very well-placed, and it is right next to No. 4 Middle School. The business will definitely be good after opening."

"We haven't done this, Bo'er? And if there is no business, wouldn't it be a waste of money?" Zeng Fanyu said worriedly. Doing business is a bit far away for her traditional woman who is not in the field and busy in the house all year round.

"Mom, don't worry. I can make rice noodles. I have a classmate. His mother opened a rice noodle shop at the intersection of two roads. It tastes so delicious, so the business is very good. He earns 100 yuan a day (one hundred, hundreds of meanings). This classmate has a good relationship with me. I went to his rice noodle shop a few times ago and asked him how to make rice noodles. His mother didn't hide her own privately, so I told me all of them. So, don't worry about the taste. I'll show you tonight, and you'll know after you've eaten it. As long as our rice noodle tastes good, the price is not expensive than others. We sell a lot of people, and we sell a lot of them. In addition, our rice noodle shop has a good location and a large number of students come to take care of the business. It's hard to leave the business (bad)!"

The sale of rice noodles was just a flash of thought and came up with Wang Bo. But just now, while his mother went to Xiao Sanwa's shop to call him for a meal, he thought about it carefully and found that it was really a good business to accumulate the first pot of gold.

First of all, in his memory, during the summer vacation of the first year of high school, a cake shop not far from the entrance of No. 4 Middle School was indeed preparing to sublease. However, the person who sublease did not open a rice noodle shop, but after renovation, it opened a small stationery shop. Because it was close to the school, the business was very good.

But Wang Bo has never been in contact with stationery and is not familiar with it; rice noodles are very familiar to him - of course, his so-called ability to make rice noodles was not taught by his classmate's mother, but by himself in the two or three years of lonely life after his wife left before he was reborn.

After his wife left, Wang Bo became a person. One of the troubles a person often faced is the problem of cooking. Cooking is simple, but the key is to make dishes. If you get too much, you can't finish it, and if you get less, you are too lazy to do it. Moreover, if you keep it honest, there is not much atmosphere of cooking.

Is there anything simple, convenient and delicious?

Yes! What Wang Bo thinks of is Mao rice noodles.

Three major difficulties need to be solved by making a bowl of delicious rice noodles: 1. Base soup; 2. Oily spicy; 3. Sauce!

During the three years of Wang Bo's staying alone, in order to easily solve his meal problems, he studied by searching online information, and went to those delicious rice noodles restaurants countless times to learn from the scriptures, and a lot of experiments. It took almost two years before he finally made two or three rice noodles that satisfies him. Although the taste of rice noodles cannot be completely comparable to the best Shuangqing stores, it has at least 90% of their skills! Moreover, he has his own innovations based on others, so to be precise, there is no question of who is better, it can only be said that each has its own advantages! Each has its own preferences!

Shuangqing is a city directly under the jurisdiction, not comparable to ordinary county towns. Since the rice noodles he made can taste as good as Shuangqing's top rice noodles shop, Wang Bo has no reason not to believe that he cannot compare to the rice noodle shop in a small county town.

It tastes good and has a good location, so what reason is there not to make money?

The more Wang Bo thought about it, the more he felt that this method was feasible, so he had the conversation with his stepfather just now. It was just an ambush that he had told his plan to make money with his stepfather tonight.

Selling rice noodles is just a small deal. It is unlikely to make big money, but it is just a small amount of money. Everyone wants to take the shortcut, and he also wants to make the first pot of gold in his life at once, but the accumulation of primitive capital is said to be bloody. If there is a way, Wang Bo doesn't mind also making some bloody capital to accelerate the process of his first pot of gold accumulation. However, the same thing is true, the dragon gives birth to dragon, the phoenix gives birth to phoenix, and the mouse's son also makes holes! Origin determines destiny, and bloody capital requires a threshold. Not everyone is qualified to do it, nor is it possible for everyone to do it. Therefore, for the poor generation who are poor, without background, and it doesn't matter, they should be honestly sold their labor at the beginning and accumulate it step by step from scratch.

"So, mom, now we only need to do two things. First, we will first make out our secret recipe rice noodles to see if it is really delicious. If it is really delicious, second, we will ask my father to go to my aunt's place to borrow some money from the store, buy the store, and transform it a little, and you can start business and make money immediately." Wang Bo continued to say to his mother.

"Boer, what you said is true? Your classmate really taught you how to make rice noodles? This is someone's ability to eat, so I told you so easily?" Zeng Fanyu looked at Wang Bo half-believingly and asked.

"It's true!" Wang Bo nodded affirmatively, "I have a very different relationship with my classmate. His grades are not as good as mine. His parents also hope that I can take care of their son well and hope that his son will be successful. Who doesn't want his son to get into college? Do you think so? Besides, I didn't say I want to open a shop, but I just said that I love rice noodles and wanted my mother to get it for me after learning. Mom, don't you believe it, when I buy the materials from the city in the afternoon, I will give you food for you."

"Then you go to the city to buy things first. If you really have rice noodles that taste the same as those rice noodle shops in the city, then I...I will ask your father to borrow money from your aunt!" Zeng Fanyu said. After communicating with her son, she finally made up her mind. For her son's future plans, this family should indeed make some changes. If it is really delayed by her own reasons, what kind of face can she face Wang Bo?

"Okay, mom! Just wait. I'll go out to the street now!" After saying that, Wang ** returned to his bedroom, took a blue shirt and gray trousers from the wooden box and changed it, and took a few dozen dollars to ride out the car.

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The weather was very hot, there was no wind or clouds. The scorching sun shone directly on the earth, and even the cicadas on the trees were too lazy to scream.

In this weather, it would be refreshing to wear sweat-absorbing cotton T-shirts and shorts, but Wang Bo did not have this thing in his box. To be precise, he had never worn a T-shirt until he made money by part-time jobs in college. All his clothes in summer in his teenage years were shirts: long-sleeved, short-sleeved, and various colors. Naturally, these shirts were old clothes his stepfather bought from his sister's house in the city.

So, less than ten minutes after departure, Wang Bo, who was riding a bicycle with a big sun above his head, was already sweating profusely. He is now walking on an asphalt road, which is connected directly to one end, and the county's large cement road leads to another township. His home is right next to Boyou Road, six or seven kilometers away from the city, and it seems like he is riding a bicycle for about half an hour.

Soon, the fork in the road to Daqian Road arrived. Wang Bo rode his bike directly to a bicycle repair shop on the side of the road and asked Master Liu to add some air to the rear wheel of the car. He just felt that the tire pressure was a little soft, and he didn't know if it was an inner tube leaking.

During the break, Master Liu cheered him up, Wang Bo spent a dollar to buy a baby-head ice cream from a small shop next to him and started licking it happily.

"Boer, you've gotten more angry. This weather is too poisonous, I didn't dare to beat you too hard!" Master Liu, who had finished breathing, said to Wang Bo.

"You have to, Master Liu, come here, thank you for the money." Wang Bo took out a dime nickel coin from his pocket and handed it to Master Liu, and said, "By the way, Master Liu, it's so hot, you're still setting up a stall here, why don't you wait for the cooler afternoon to set it up?"

Master Liu took the nickel coins and smiled honestly, "What are you thanking!" He threw it into a round box in the tool box and said helplessly, "Isn't this going to have to eat! I don't put it here, how can I make money for you? Then where are you going? You're on summer vacation!"

"Go to the city to buy something. If so, I'll leave first, you can slowly move it. Today, the weather is poisonous, and there must be a tire blowout."

As he said that, Wang Bo stuffed the doll's head into his mouth, patted the cushion that was hot in the sun, and put his feet in foam sandals on the pedal, and was about to pedal when a red women's curved beam bicycle rode past him, rushing towards the big road like the wind. The girl on the bike was about fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a sky-blue sleeveless dress, with a black and shiny ponytail on the back of her head, floating around as the girl moved forward.

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