Chapter 50

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"Hello, Aunt Ding!" Although he didn't know why she looked so surprised, Song Chen still greeted her.

"Hello, hello! Hehe, my son mentioned you! He said you have a knack for business, I..." Only then did Ding Hui realize they were chatting at the door, so she patted her hand and laughed, "Oh, don't stand at the door, go upstairs to the private room and sit down, don't let someone else take your seats!"

Zhang Ruoxi and the other two nodded with a smile and walked into the two-story shop, which was not very spacious and had been converted from a residential building next to Wuma Street.

The old Ding Fish Ball Noodle Shop was simply decorated, or rather, it was just simply renovated. The white walls and the old wooden tables, even inside the private room, were small spaces separated by wooden boards, with a small round wooden table in the middle. Although the tablecloth was wiped clean, it still gave a greasy feeling. Since it wasn't near a window, the air quality was quite poor, making it feel stuffy.

This was a common problem in the catering industry of this era, where people believed that as long as the product was good, there would be no shortage of customers.

Old brands might have strong cohesion for some nostalgic old customers, but for the new generation, dirty storefronts, stained white walls, and other details would offset the appeal of the old brands! In many fields, marketing is king, and international catering giants like KFC, McDonald's, Pizza Hut, and others are not attractive just because their products are delicious and healthy.

"What do you want to eat?" Holding the paper menu, Zhang Ruoxi asked Song Chen.

Song Chen shrugged, "Since we're at a fish ball shop, of course, I want to eat fish ball noodles! Why come here if you just want to eat rice?"

"Aunt Ding's stir-fried dishes are very good!" Zhang Ruoxi gave Song Chen a flirtatious glance and ignored him, turning to discuss with Zhao Lin.

Soon, Ding Hui came to the private room herself, took down the names of the dishes Zhao Lin and the others wanted with a notebook, and said kindly, "Please wait a moment, Auntie will cook for you right away! My son might come to eat too, we can all have a lively meal together!"

"Okay!"

After Ding Hui left, before Song Chen could speak, Zhao Lin turned her eyes and teased Zhang Ruoxi with a mischievous look, "Looks like someone is disappointed, I bet you really want to enter the Ye family's door!"

"Are you trying to get yourself killed? Watch me tear your mouth apart!" Zhang Ruoxi's face turned red, and she pounced to tickle Zhao Lin. Zhao Lin screamed repeatedly and finally begged for mercy.

Song Chen was slightly stunned and shook his head with a wry smile.

Zhang Ruoxi released her hand from under Zhao Lin's armpit, panting and leaning on her boyfriend, coquettishly saying, "Ah Chen, Lin Lin is bullying me!"

Song Chen was speechless again. With his mental age of thirty or even older, he naturally had no interest in playing around with his girlfriend, but he didn't want to say it. Glancing at Zhao Lin, who was glaring at him, Song Chen smoothly changed the subject, "By the way, isn't Ye Lin twenty-five? Does he have a girlfriend?"

"Yes!" The two girls said in unison, exchanging glances and smiling. Zhang Ruoxi giggled, "But not just one! He's just like Chen Daohui, a big flirt!"

Zhao Lin sneered, "That's why Yang De, Liu Jun, Ye Lin, and Chen Daohui don't like arranged dates. Shi Tao has a girlfriend, but he never brings her around!"

Song Chen's heart stirred, and he pretended to ask casually, "What about Zhai Yue?"

Zhang Ruoxi didn't notice Song Chen's slightly guilty eyes and smiled, "Zhai Yue, despite her seductive appearance and her love for flirting with men, we've never seen her get close to any man! Of course, we don't know her true nature in private, but she seems very passionate."

"Wang Xiaoxue is different from Zhai Yue. She likes to hang out with men, and she has had several boyfriends, at least three or four in just three years of college!" Zhao Lin extended her jade-like fingers, revealing their secrets one by one, "Jiang Yan is a quiet woman, but that doesn't mean she's not picky. Her family has introduced her to at least a reinforced platoon of boys, but she hasn't liked any of them. Wang Xiaoxue says she's a closet flirt, and I think so too!"

Glancing at Zhao Lin, Song Chen grinned, "Looks like our Princess Lin is the most innocent!"

Zhao Lin's face turned red, and she glared at Song Chen angrily, "You're insinuating something! You're bullying me!"

"No, I'm not!" Song Chen looked very innocent, making Zhang Ruoxi's face bloom with a smile.

Just as Zhao Lin was about to protest to Song Chen, Ye Lin stuck his head in. Seeing Song Chen and the others, he smiled broadly, "You're really here, I thought my mom was joking!" He opened the door and nimbly entered, carrying a briefcase.

Seeing Song Chen, the energetic Ye Lin teased, "Song Chen, I heard your computer room added ten more computers, that's pretty fast! Making three to four thousand a day?"

Song Chen nodded and said proudly, "So far, the computers operate 24/7. With sixteen computers, I made 2,500 a day, now with twenty-six, I make 4,500! Unless I expand, this is the limit of my daily revenue!"

"Really profitable!" Ye Lin nodded and smiled, "Plus the million you got from Zhai Kuo's electronics, I didn't expect you to be the richest among us! Have you redeemed your house yet?"

Song Chen shook his head and smiled bitterly, "In my mind, it's still a huge sum, even just 140,000. I don't want to pay the bank back yet!"

Everyone was curious, and Zhang Ruoxi finally remembered a question that had been on her mind for a long time, "I wonder what plan you have that makes you still unsatisfied! Is it the software company you started? That doesn't require much money! The profit from your computer room is enough to support your company for two or three months!"

Song Chen just smiled bitterly and shook his head, "You're half right... I'll tell you about this plan later! Soon, you'll see how desperately I need funds!"

Ye Lin looked at Song Chen with bright eyes, half-smiling, and said meaningfully, "A plan you keep to yourself and requires a huge investment must be extraordinary. Remember to bring us along! Even if we don't have money now, we'll bankrupt ourselves to support you!"

"No need to go that far!" Song Chen smiled calmly and confidently, "Don't worry, even if you don't say anything, I'll find you to cooperate!"

Ye Lin's eyes narrowed, and just as he was about to speak, the private room door opened again. Several middle-aged women employees carried in a stack of dishes, followed by Ye Lin's mother, Ding Hui.

Four bowls of fish ball noodles, a fish ball soup, pickled mustard greens, and refined fish cakes... After directing the employees to place the dishes on the table, Ding Hui didn't leave with them. Instead, she sat next to her son and smiled at Zhao Lin and the others, especially lingering on Song Chen.

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