Although "abundant harvest" doesn't really fit here, Fan Tianyu thinks it's just right.
Because today's earnings were truly amazing. After he rested enough, Fan Tianyu dumped all of today's cash into a garbage bag, then sorted it by ten and twenty, bundled every hundred together, and started tallying up today's total.
One hundred, two hundred, three thousand, ten thousand, … forty-eight thousand yuan.
Fan Tianyu was so stunned he covered his mouth, hardly believing this was just the result of a single morning.
48,000 minus the 23,000 for inventory, and there's 25,000 left. Thirty percent, 7,500 yuan, goes to Mei Mengzhen, and the remaining 17,500 is all his.
Fan Tianyu wishes he had three heads and six arms—he was actually complaining about being tired earlier! Tired? What for? Doesn't making money feel amazing?
Amazing, absolutely amazing—otherwise, Fan Tianyu wouldn't be so fired up.
You have to know, with earnings like this, in just one week, he could pay off the car.
