Chapter 420: The Little Guy with a Business Mind
"Is this a dining car?" Miss Junsha at the side couldn't help but ask. The aroma of the curry was too tempting. Besides, she hadn't had time to eat lunch since she got up in the morning and had breakfast. She could barely stand it at first, but now facing this rich aroma, Miss Junsha said that she couldn't bear it anymore.
"Yes, Miss Junsha, would you like to buy a bowl of curry rice?" Heath looked at Miss Junsha with a smile. He deliberately did not close the car window just for this moment. Once the rich aroma drifted out, it would be the most torturous thing in the world for those who had not had time to have lunch.
Miss Junsha swallowed, looked at the vehicles behind her, hesitated for a moment, and took out her wallet from her pocket and bought a curry rice from Heath. Fortunately, Heath had prepared it long ago, so now she only needed to scoop a box of rice and then pour the curry into the rice.
"Ms. Junsha, your curry rice. I have a seat here. Would you like to come in and sit down and rest for a while?" Heath looked at Miss Junsha and asked gently. Although there was nothing wrong with eating while standing, Heath thought it felt better to eat while sitting.
"No, I still have to direct traffic." Miss Junsha shook her head. She took her rice and continued to walk to the back while eating. The line behind her was still getting longer, and there was no movement in the traffic in front. She didn't know whether the group of moles had left. If not, then this traffic jam might last for a long time. This is also a feature of the Pokémon world. After all, in the previous life, it was completely impossible to see moles blocking the road and causing a traffic jam on the highway.
As a Miss Junsha bought a curry rice from Heath, a car next to Heath finally couldn't help it. A man pushed open the door and got out. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, then looked at Heath's food cart, hesitated for a moment, and then tried to walk over.
"Excuse me, are you selling food here?" the man asked a little embarrassedly. The traffic in front of him showed no sign of moving, and he didn't know how long he would have to wait. The man didn't expect there would be a traffic jam on the highway this time, and now he was really hungry.
"Of course, this is a mobile restaurant. If you want to dine, you can come in and eat here, or you can take it back to your car and eat it." Heath smiled and took out a blackboard and hung it outside the dining car. This was bought by Heath specifically for writing menus. Heath wrote curry rice on today's special menu, but if the guests want to eat something else, that's not impossible. Heath has a lot of ingredients here. Although it cannot be said that the guests can eat whatever they want, there are still many choices.
"Mobile restaurant? This one of yours ...ah, is it the work that Shiluf Company displayed at the technology exhibition before?" The man smiled with joy. Heath was stunned for a moment. He really didn't expect to meet a customer who knew about his dining car on the highway. This was quite interesting.
"Yes." Heath nodded, and the man became excited instantly. However, after looking at the traffic ahead, the man chose to take it back to his car to eat. Heath had no objection to this.
The man ordered three servings at once, and Heath didn't ask any questions. When he was cooking, he noticed that there were two people in the back seat of the car. They were probably a family of three traveling together?
There were three servings of curry and rice. Heath improved one of them according to the man's taste, but did not make any changes to the other two. After the three servings of curry and rice were sold, Heath made another fortune.
With one or two examples, Heath's food truck became lively. From time to time, some customers would come to the door following the smell, and then wave their money to buy portion after portion of curry and rice from Heath. Heath was busy with his hands very quickly, serving portion after portion of curry and rice to the guests in front of him.
"Sir." A little child stood outside Heath's dining car. Heath took a look at the child. Heath looked about twelve years old, but a little thin. This reminded Heath of Karenya whom he had met before. The child also looked malnourished at first.
"What's wrong? Do you want to buy curry rice?" Heath asked the boy in front of him. The other party immediately shook his head and looked at Heath with some trepidation.
"Sir, you see, there is still a lot of traffic ahead, and there are many hungry people behind. I would like to ask, do you need a temporary worker to help you run errands and deliver takeout? I can help you!" The boy said shyly. Heath was stunned for a moment. He really didn't expect that this kid had a good business sense. Heath did consider whether to let Zoroark help deliver food, but when Heath entered the lounge and took a look, Zoroark was still lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, so Heath gave up the idea.
"I have this idea... but how much do you plan to get paid?" Heath looked at the little boy in front of him curiously. Heath's curry rice was not very expensive, eighteen yuan per serving. Considering the location and the fact that Heath was the only one who could provide meals, the price was really not expensive. You know, Heath now has a monopoly.
"Well... can you give me 20 cents commission for each copy, please?" The little boy hesitated for a moment, then asked. Heath raised his eyebrows. 20 cents for each copy, if you sell a lot, you can make a lot of money. However, Heath thought this price was not bad. You know, even if you sell ten copies, the little boy can only get a salary of two dollars.
Heath nodded in agreement, and in order to prevent Heath from worrying about him running away, the boy brought his parents with him. Their car was parked in front of the left side of Heath's food truck, which was very close.
Heath packed the curry rice with satisfaction and placed it in a big box. He then asked the little guy who came to work to take the rice to the front and sell it. Only some customers who lived nearby came to buy one, and the other customers probably didn't even know about it.
After waiting for more than half an hour, the boy ran over happily. The box in his hand was empty, and the boy handed a handful of money to Heath, looking at Heath eagerly. Heath calculated and found that it was just right. Then Heath settled the little guy's salary. For fifty-two servings of curry rice, Heath gave the little guy eleven dollars.
