Cannon Fodder Substitute Alliance 

Chapter 5

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Editor: Sai Hiroto

"Do you really want to open a milk tea shop?" After coming out of the cafeteria, Shen Huaiyu asked curiously, "We have to go to class every day now, and we have to work in bars at night and on weekends. If you open another milk tea shop, do you have time to run it?"

“Just take it one step at a time." Cheng Lang said with a smile, "You can't just sit back and wait for nothing."

After saying that, Cheng Lang looked at Shen Huaiyu again and asked, "Are you interested in partnering with me?"

Shen Huaiyu widened his eyes in surprise. He rolled his eyes and was stunned for a while before he realized, "But I don't know how to make milk tea."

"Making milk tea is not difficult. You can learn it once you learn it. Besides, we are bosses, so we only need to know how to invest. The specific work still needs to be left to the employees. Go ahead and do it." Cheng Lang said half-heartedly, "I've noticed that milk tea shop before. It's pretty well decorated. I'm afraid I don't have enough money. Find a partner to share the burden. I think you're in a hurry. You don't know how to do sales. Don't you want to find a way to make money?"

Compared to Cheng Lang, Shen Huaiyu's current situation is truly one of living beyond one's means.

Shen Huaiyu hesitated for a moment, "I still have one million on hand, but this money is for my brother's medical treatment. If you need it, I can lend you half first. I know you are smart, and it is much easier to make money than me. So you can pay me back within half a year. I don't know anything, so I won't burden you. If you need my help, just tell me."

Cheng Lang was stunned. He didn't expect Shen Huaiyu to be so easy to talk to. He just lent the money to save his brother's life. However—

"How come you only have one million left?" Cheng Lang asked, "I remember your house is in the city center? It's in a double school district, right? How much did you get from selling it?"

"Less than three million." Shen Huaiyu explained, "I asked a relative to help me sell it. Because I was in a hurry, I didn't sell it at a high price. My uncle said that there are not many people who can take out several million at a time."

"..." Cheng Lang covered his chest and asked in disbelief, "Only for 3 million? It's over 100 square meters, and it's in a double school district in the city center, and you sold it for 3 million."

Shen Huaiyu nodded.

Cheng Lang was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe. The original novel didn't mention how much the Shen family's house was sold for. He only knows that Lu Chengxuan spent 6 million to buy the house back and told Shen Huaiyu that this was the money he got from selling himself. So Cheng Lang instinctively assumed that Shen Huaiyu also sold the house for more than 6 million.

But if he thinks about it carefully, if Shen Huaiyu really sells the house for 6 million, he won't be so short of money that he goes to work in White Jade Capital.

"This is too dark." Cheng Lang couldn't help but sigh, "This is not a relative. It's even more cruel than Zhou PaPi*."

[*Sai: Zhou PaPi, “Tyrannical Landlord”, a character from the real world who was adapted into the novel, Gao Yubao.]

Shen Huaiyu didn't say anything. His expression was a little dazed. Of course, he knew that his uncle deliberately lowered the price when selling the house. But at that time, he was in a hurry to arrange the funeral for his parents and to see a doctor for his brother. He could only admit it.

"You can't admit it!" Cheng Lang said, "That's your family's life-saving money. If you admit it now, what will happen if your brother can't afford the medical expenses in the future?"

Shen Huaiyu pursed his lips and said nothing.

Cheng Lang asked again: "More than three million yuan, you can't spend two million so quickly, right?"

Shen Huaiyu explained, "It cost nearly one million to buy a cemetery for my parents' funeral. My brother spent almost six hundred thousand dollars in the hospital for a few months." The remaining money was the money for the rescue of the four members of the Shen family. Although Shen Huaiyu's parents could not be rescued. But Shen Huaiyu woke up, and the medical expenses still had to be paid.

What kind of funeral can cost one million?

Cheng Lang was speechless, "So your uncle helped organize the funeral in your family?"

Shen Huaiyu nodded.

Come on! Cheng Lang understood everything. Buying a house at a lower price is not enough. He has to eat both inside and outside.

Cheng Lang looked at Shen Huaiyu and couldn't help complaining, "You are still not a man! Why don't you resist when you are bullied like this?"

Shen Huaiyu looked a little sad and confused. They are all his elder uncles, and the house has been sold. How can he resist?

"Leave this matter to me!" Cheng Lang shook his head. Also, asking someone like Shen Huaiyu to quarrel with others and talk about money is probably more difficult than asking him to commit suicide!

Shen Huaiyu looked at Cheng Lang with a worried face, "What do you want to do? Don't mess around!"

Shen Huaiyu said, "You don't know. My uncle is the president of the local calligraphy and painting association. He knows a lot of people. Don't go. You will suffer a loss."

Cheng Lang's eyes lit up. It turns out that he is still a somewhat famous cultural person. Well done to the cultural people! Cultural people always want faces. But when it comes to the Shen family, they either want money but not face, or they want face but not money. They can only choose one!

Seeing Cheng Lang's eagerness to give it a try, Shen Huaiyu was a little anxious, "You really shouldn't go. I've already sold the house. The contract has been signed and the house has been transferred. You can't ask for the money back. I know you're worried about me. But don't worry about it. I'll figure out the money myself."

Shen Huaiyu was grateful that Cheng Lang was willing to stand up for him, but he was even more worried that Cheng Lang would get angry. He can just solve his own troubles by himself. Don't involve others.

Shen Huaiyu felt a little regretful now and should not have mentioned the sale of his house to Cheng Lang.

"Don't worry, I know what's going on." Cheng Lang looked at Shen Huaiyu, who kept saying that it was not possible and unnecessary, and suddenly asked, "Do you know how those debt collection companies collect debts?"

Shen Huaiyu was stunned when he heard this and didn't understand why Cheng Lang suddenly asked such an irrelevant topic.

Cheng Lang patiently explained, "Some companies often encounter some bad debts that cannot be collected when doing business. They will hand over this debt to a collection company and let the collection company come forward to collect it. In this way, the collected money will be divided equally between the two companies."

Cheng Lang said, "Now we will sign a contract. If we get back the four million, I will be willing to go through this troubled relationship for the sake of profit. Not big."

Shen Huaiyu said dumbly, "Where's the four million... Cheng Lang, please stop fooling me with such words. But you really don't have to do this—"

"What's wrong with being ungrateful?" Cheng Lang pretended to be impatient and interrupted Shen Huaiyu, "What we are talking about now is money."

Cheng Lang looked at Shen Huaiyu and said, "You don't want your parents' hard-earned money to be swallowed up like this, right? Don't forget that your brother is still in the hospital. His monthly medical expenses alone, plus the cost of hiring a nurse, add up to nearly 200,000 yuan. You only have more than one million yuan left in your hand. How many months is it enough for him to live?"

Although Shen Huaiyu's brother is not a thing. But before he woke up, Shen Huaiyu was still his only weakness.

Sure enough, Shen Huaiyu became silent when he heard Cheng Lang mention his younger brother.

Cheng Lang said, "Leave this matter to me. You don't need to show up. It would be best if we could get it back. Even if we can't, we have tried our best. It's such a simple matter; what do you have to worry about?"

Shen Huaiyu said, "I'm worried about you—"

"There's nothing to worry about." Cheng Lang said, "I grew up in an orphanage and have met a lot of people. Even if we rank them by seniority, your uncle is not the worst one."

Shen Huaiyu said nothing.

Cheng Lang said, "Don't worry. I've been to a debt collection agency before. I've encountered so many troublemakers. Compared to those bastards, your uncle can't even be ranked. It'll be fine. You have to believe me."

In his mind, the system was speechless, [Do you really want to help Shen Huaiyu with the debt?]

"Don't worry." Cheng Lang fooled the system, "It's just a small incident. It won't affect the plot." 

After signing the contract, it was almost eight o'clock. Both of them had to go to class. Before they parted, Cheng Lang reminded them, "Listen to my call at noon."

After finally making it to the end of the lunch class, Cheng Lang rushed out of the classroom with a group of idle people. But his final destination was not the cafeteria but the milk tea shop opposite the school.

"Is this store going to be transferred?" Cheng Lang looked around the store. This was his first time entering this milk tea shop. The decoration inside the milk tea shop is similar to the outside. The overall decoration is green, and the style is small and fresh. The tables, chairs, and benches are all exquisite and cute. He can imagine that the shop owner must have been very attentive when opening the shop.

But not everything in this world can get good results as long as you put your heart into it. Especially doing business. Take this kind of milk tea shop as an example. In recent years, more and more people have rushed to open milk tea shops. Just near Cheng Lang's school, three or four opened within a year. They all feel that this kind of store has small costs but big profits, and it is easy for students to make money. As a result, in less than a year, everything went bankrupt and transferred.

—If you don’t have any core selling points, just trying to survive in the fierce market competition, how can it be so easy to do business?

"I haven't thought about it yet..." The owner of the milk tea shop is a girl in her twenties. She has big eyes and is a little shy when she looks at Cheng Lang, "Do you want to take over?"

Cheng Lang smiled and nodded.

The owner of the milk tea shop was a little tangled, "I don't want to do it anymore. Business has been bad recently. But I'm a little reluctant... I've invested more than one million in this milk tea shop."

The little girl was always unwilling to accept the result. She complained to Cheng Lang, "You don't know how outrageous those students are. My shop is decorated so well, and I even buy the best tea leaves for making milk tea. What about Dahongpao Tea, Tieguanyin Tea, and Olong Tea… One or two tea leaves cost at least several hundred yuan, but they actually said that my milk tea is not as good as the milk tea powder that costs six yuan a cup outside! This is too much!"

The little girl said angrily, "They really don't know what to buy."

Cheng Lang was a little surprised. He raised his eyebrows.

"You don't believe it?" The little girl saw Cheng Lang's expression and said eagerly, "Just wait!"

The little girl said and ran behind the bar to make milk tea. Cheng Lang took the opportunity to observe the raw materials used by the female boss to make milk tea. The quality was indeed good.

Ten minutes later, the owner of the milk tea shop handed a steaming cup of Dahongpao milk tea to Cheng Lang, "Try it."

Cheng Lang took the milk tea and took a sip.

At that moment, Cheng Lang's look suddenly became wonderful. As soon as this mouthful of milk tea entered his mouth, Cheng Lang felt that he had directly experienced the six reincarnations of life—almost half of his life was lost.

"Really, is it really that bad to drink?" Looking at Cheng Lang's performance, the female boss looked a little guilty and unconvinced, "No way!"

"I'm also curious." Cheng Lang swallowed the milk tea with difficulty and asked, "According to common sense, such good tea should taste good even when soaked in water…" But how did you make such terrible milk tea!

Milk tea of ​​this level is no longer a question of whether it is expensive or not. It's terrible!

The owner of the milk tea shop was silent for a while and then changed the subject with a guilty conscience, "Didn't you just say that you wanted to take over the milk tea shop? Let's talk about the conditions."

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Cheng Lang: A horse cannot grow fat without night grass, and a man cannot become rich without unexpected wealth.