"Heaven Origin Miscellany offers great value for money. Young Master Chen set the price at five yuan a copy, and that cannot change."
"Right now, none of the newsstands will stock it, because someone is trying to target us."
"But their refusal is actually an opportunity for us!"
"Confucian Grove is a port city. We can open a service station nearby, use the magazine to draw people in, then offer all kinds of services. We'll try to earn enough to cover our wages-we can't let the young master lose money!"
"Just imagine: if the young master goes under, who else will give us a cushy life like this, with five thousand a month? Are you willing to give that up? If he's gone, will we still get all the soy milk, fried dough sticks, and steamed buns we can eat?"
The hundred-odd people before him were fired up. They raised their arms and shouted, "Exactly! If the young master goes under, what are we going to eat?"
After calming everyone down, Little Lunatic continued, "Now, let's get a pilot service station up and running first. Has anyone done outsourced work at a service station?" "I have!" A girl with rather delicate features stood up.
"What did you do?"
"Everything. Sweeping, taking payments, restocking, handling complaints, beating up customers who harassed my coworkers, refusing to apologize, resisting the station manager's exploitation, getting singled out for retaliation, spitting in the manager's tea, beating up the manager-I've done it all!"
"Excellent. You're the station manager now. Tell us, what should we do next?"
The girl looked around, then pointed to a spot. "When I worked at a service station before, I already knew that was a good location. It's easy to reach, gets lots of foot traffic, and has several berths nearby. It's