Brother Nan and Zhou Li left, and it seemed they took the twilight glow with them as the sky quickly darkened.
Baozi continued to sit with her head down, silently calculating today's earnings.
A Bubble Pistol actually only earned five yuan. However, today she had also sold a few postcards and photos. The framed photos made the most profit, amounting to over twenty yuan net.
This was quite a bountiful harvest—
In the previous days, she could only make a few yuan, and there were two days she didn't open at all.
Don't underestimate these few yuan. The cafeteria's braised meat rice noodles were only two yuan and twenty cents a portion, enough to fill you up.
In any case, the income from street vending was enough for her meals, and she was idle anyway.
Happy!
