"Bountiful harvest" might not be a perfect fit here, but Fan Tianyu feels it couldn't be more appropriate.
Because today's haul is just too impressive. After taking a break, Fan Tianyu dumped all today's earnings into a garbage bag, sorted them into piles of 10s and 20s, bundled 100 yuan notes together, and finally started tallying up the total.
One hundred, two hundred, three thousand, ten thousand, … forty-eight thousand yuan.
Fan Tianyu was so stunned he covered his mouth, almost unable to believe this was just the result of a single morning.
48,000 minus 23,000 for supplies, that leaves 25,000, and 30% of that—7,500 yuan—goes to Mei Mengzhen. The 17,500 left? All his!
Fan Tianyu hated himself for not having three heads and six arms; he actually thought he was tired earlier—tired, my ass! Making money, isn't it the best?
Oh, it definitely is the best, or he wouldn't be this excited.
You gotta know, at this rate, he could make back the money for this car in just a week.
