"Which Lu Qin?" He Huiwen rubbed her eyes.
Old He looked shocked. "The one who got divorced, took his kid, and started a stall? He bought a 350,000-yuan car? Did he win the lottery?"
In this Old District south of the city, all the wealthy people had moved into Big Houses downtown. Most of those left behind were poor elderly folks. Forget more than 300,000 yuan—if any household bought a car worth over 100,000, it would cause quite a stir. The next day, once the intelligence squad gathered beneath the old locust tree in the neighborhood, the news would spread everywhere.
He Huiwen was more awake now, and her expression slowly turned to shock. "He bought a car?"
"You bet!" Zeng Guiping slapped her thigh. "Old Ge, Wang Guifen, and the others said that Lu Qin runs a stall selling snacks like fried rice noodles and shrimp dumplings. He earns several thousand yuan in a single day!"
Old He looked unconvinced. "How's that possible? Even when Old Liu's fried skewer business was at its best, he only made a little over nine hundred a day. Usually, it was four or five hundred. After costs, he only made a few thousand yuan a month in hard-earned money. Lu Qin can make in one day what Old Liu makes in a month? No way! Fried rice noodles don't even have higher profits than fried skewers!"
"But his business is just that good! Wang Guifen said he's gotten pretty popular on Douyin!"
Zeng Guiping had her daughter search for him on Douyin.
The moment they did, all three of them were dumbfounded.
There were many videos on Douyin from self-media accounts promoting Lu Qin's snack stall, and none of them looked sponsored. They were filmed with striking authenticity.
And that massive queue stretching