Heath was busy, far busier than he had imagined he would be. Right now, he wished he could grow three heads and six arms. He had still vastly underestimated how appealing his food truck was to these students from Kanto University of Technology. Before Heath had even figured out how to promote his food truck, it was packed. People were everywhere, sitting everywhere, and the place was overcrowded. Heath had no choice but to call Farfetch'd over to help serve the customers, or he felt he probably wouldn't be able to handle so many of them.
The sheer number of customers was enough to make anyone despair, but correspondingly, it also meant that business was very good, profits were high, and Heath could earn more money. That was probably the only thing keeping him going as he continued serving customers.
Although Heath was now worth a considerable sum, money was something people only ever complained about having too little of, never too much. Of course, those who said things like "I was actually happiest when I had no money" were another matter. Heath thought that, for those people, perhaps having too much money meant they no longer had any motivation to do anything and had lost their direction, which left them without happiness.
It was like playing certain single-player development games. If you maxed out every resource right at the start, you lost your motivation. After all, the joy of developing things lay in the process itself.
"Trainer, Trainer, a customer here says he wants the fish head with chopped chilies on our menu. Can we make that?" Zoroark's voice reached him. By now, she could hardly be bothered to keep up appearances, though to avoid being discovered by these clever students and sent off to be sliced up, she