The moment he died in the car accident, Lin Weidong thought everything was over.
When I opened my eyes again, the calendar said - 1988, the seventeenth day of the twelfth lunar month.
The wife was so feverish that she was talking nonsense, the five-year-old daughter was so hungry that she cried, and there was only two yuan and thirty cents left in her pocket.
Relatives came to collect debts, and the father-in-law threatened to take his daughter away.
Lin Weidong, who had been a coward all his life in his previous life, refused to admit it this time.
Ding——
[State banquet food system activated!
[It is detected that the host is in a state of extreme poverty, and a gift package for newbies is issued: Golden Tofu Formula × 1]
A pair of bean curd picks, propped up the most popular breakfast stall on the streets in the south of the city.
The tofu puffs made workers queue up, the factory director came to buy the pancakes and fruits in person, and the secret buns made the whole street smell fragrant.
The system told him: the more he earned, the more outrageous recipes he would unlock.
Earn 500 per month and unlock the lost braised food recipe;
Earn 2,000 per month and unlock business and management talents;
Earn 10,000 yuan a month and unlock the secret recipe for state banquet-level hard dishes...
Everyone said that he was a laid-off worker and it was embarrassing to run a stall.
Until he bought his first shop.
Until he opened his first chain store.
Until he stood in front of those who had looked down on him and said calmly:
"There is really no future in setting up a stall. So now I-open a chain."
This is the story of a man who started with two yuan and thirty cents and used his hands to support a home, a street, and a city.
