The System Asked Me to Set up a Stall, but Why Did I Get Poorer as I Set up a Stall?

[City + system + food + stall setting + cool writing + unit drama] On the nineteenth day after being laid off, Lu Ye had 412 yuan left in his card. The system is here. Fifty pieces of fried chicken steak were sold out in four hours, and the reward was 30,000 yuan. Good. This is good. But he calculated the accounts again—— The food truck is rented for 200 yuan a day, even if you don't use the stall. He pays for the food himself. The price is eighteen, and the system doesn't allow him to change it. This price is a loss. After a month, the food was really delicious and the money was really gone. Even more troublesome was the rule: he had to change places every week, and he wasn't allowed to tell anyone where he was next week. Hundreds of people can only hit each other all over the city. A water delivery man asked him: "Boss, where will you be next week?" "I don't know." "Okay." The man nodded, "Then I'll clean the car next week." "... Why are you wiping the car?" "What if we bump into it."