Meng Yajun saw Meng Chuyue with a stern face not speaking and explained, "I wouldn’t have disturbed you if it weren’t for enrolling in the tutorial class. But now that I’m here, I’ll take this opportunity to solemnly apologize to you and promise that I’ll return everything my parents took from you when I’m capable."
Meng Chuyue was about to directly tell Meng Yajun that she wasn’t planning to open a third session of the tutorial class.
Upon hearing his words, she raised an eyebrow.
She carefully reminisced.
Hmm, Meng Yajun had quite a bit of luck in his previous life.
Although he did not get into college, he later became a successful building contractor and even bought a big house in Hai City.
However, it was uncertain whether it was his wife’s capability or his own cold heart, but Meng Jinhua and Fu Hongfang couldn’t enjoy the city life with him.
That meant Meng Yajun was capable of paying her back.
Well then, let’s give him a chance to annoy Meng Jinhua and Fu Hongfang.
Oh, and Meng Yuzhu might get angry, too?
She casually watched Meng Yajun, "Since you say so, I can give you a slot for the second session. This slot became available because the previous reservation holder moved away."
Meng Yajun was overjoyed, "Thank you, thank you."
Meng Chuyue scoffed lightly, "Don’t be too happy. When you join the class, you’ll have to sign a contract and write a statement that you will never bring up old times with me, or else compensate me two hundred thousand."
Meng Yajun was silent for a while, then nodded, "I agree."
Meng Chuyue waved her hand impatiently, "Come on September 10th to complete the procedures. Hmm, cherish this opportunity. We are only running this session."
"We don’t have the time."
Meng Yajun wanted to ask more, but Meng Chuyue’s expression had turned cold, and he quickly took his leave.
Once he was downstairs, he couldn’t resist the temptation of chicken legs and freshly squeezed orange juice and spent five yuan on three small fried chicken legs and a cup of ice orange juice.
He thought the taste of these items would just be ordinary, but each exceeded his expectations in deliciousness.
He devoured them quickly and couldn’t help but go back to buy more.
This time the clerk handed him three chicken legs and two cups of ice orange juice.
Meng Yajun hurriedly said, "You gave me too much orange juice."
The clerk shook his head with a smile, "Not too much. Buy two, get one free; the extra cup is a freebie."
Meng Yajun was taken aback, "Even if bought separately?"
The clerk explained with a smile, "We can combine them if ordered within half an hour."
After all, he was petty.
Ah, they were both humans.
Both grew up in the countryside, so why was Meng Chuyue’s vision so much broader than his?
Was it because she was more intelligent?
Meng Yajun felt devastated, but it motivated him even more.
His intelligence wasn’t bad either.
He had been among the top students in elementary and junior high school, but his high school performance wasn’t satisfying.
He had a foundation and believed that with effort, he could break free from the constraints of his birth family.
In the evening at nine o’clock when the business closed, Long Yue and Fu Ran recalculated the day’s earnings, both incredibly excited as if injected with a boost of energy.
Long Yue jubilantly said, "Thirty-one thousand five hundred eighty yuan! My gosh, the income here in one day equals what my small hotel makes in a year."
Fu Ran didn’t show as exaggerated expressions but was also brimming with happiness, "I knew it was profitable, but I never expected this much."
Shen Ci just wanted to hurry them along and enjoy a quiet world with Meng Chuyue, suggesting warmly, "Tomorrow’s business might be even better. You either go back to rest early, or help in the kitchen."
Long Yue stood up to leave, "I’d better go rest, then come back tomorrow to help carry dishes."
He couldn’t manage the kitchen work.
He took a few steps then turned back and said, "Do you think I might as well close my little hotels?"
He and Fu Ran each held ten percent shares in Blue Sky Fast Food Restaurant.
Though he earned only a bit over three thousand yuan today, if they opened branches, there would be more money.
Non-profitable small hotels could be closed.