Did he really think that he didn't have to pay a price for the red wine he drank last night?
Today, Carolyn would have to do the work of two people.
In comparison, Max had also paid a "heavy" price to make a cake. She was just an innocent bystander.
However, the "price" Max had paid was quite enviable! The ghost had yet to come. Carolyn felt a little regretful. Her cake making skills had remained at the basics.
But when she remembered that a certain someone's goal hadn't changed, she could only sigh.
What was the point of knowing how to make a cake? It still depended on luck! That handsome guy obviously liked Max's style more than Chris, and it had nothing to do with her cake making.
Carrying a box of cakes, she got off the subway and walked to the fast food restaurant. When she pushed the door open, she was shocked. "Are the refugees fleeing from the famine? Why are there so many people? "
Old Earl raised an eyebrow and turned to look at her. "Wow, we're going to be busy today."
Carolyn walked to the cashier and asked, "What's going on? They look like they're starving to death. "
Old Earl chuckled. "You don't know? Yesterday's explosion damaged several main water pipes seven blocks away, and the electrical circuits were also affected. Now, there's a large area where people can't cook dinner. The fast food restaurants are also affected, and they can't provide much food. Many people can only come here to find food. "
Carolyn's face was full of despair. "No way? I'll die. "
Old Earl was puzzled. "You're pregnant?"
Carolyn said, "You can ask Max. She's taking … half a day off today."
She had only wanted to say that she was taking leave, but when she saw the hungry customers in the restaurant, she felt a chill and added half a day.
She would really die if she was left to work all night.
Old Earl was calm. "Don't be so anxious. You can't be busy tonight even if you wanted to. Oleg went to the hospital. I heard the doctor said he had a concussion and asked for leave too. "
Carolyn was overjoyed. "There's no chef, so I don't have to deliver food."
Old Earl chuckled. "No, Han is in the kitchen. He looks very energetic. He said he'll be the chef for the night."
Carolyn was shocked. "Won't you die?"
Old Earl rolled his eyes. "Even Oleg's food can't kill you. How bad can Han's food be?"
Carolyn thought about it and agreed. She was no longer anxious. She changed into her work clothes and placed her cupcakes on the shelf.
After placing a few cakes on the tray under the transparent cover, several people at the side said, "Waiter, how much are the cakes?"
Carolyn replied, "One … five dollars. It's a special price!"
She suddenly remembered what Old Earl had said about the water pipe bursting. She had forcefully twisted the "one dollar five" into "one dollar five."
A few customers immediately felt their hearts ache. One of them was obviously a regular customer. "Wasn't it only 1.50 the last time I came?"
The smile on Carolyn's face froze as she stealthily took a step forward, moving from the side of the cake tray to the front.
As she faced the customers, her hand fumbled behind her back for the price tag that read "Cupcakes: $1.50". She held it in her hand.
Only then did she explain with a smile, "This is a new product that we hired a professional pastry chef to test produce. It was originally seven dollars, but now it's a special price of five dollars. The quantity is limited and we'll only sell it out."
The customer who had been here before couldn't help but grumble, but the others had never been here before.
Besides, they had already gone to a few shops before coming here, and they all had to wait.
It was human nature to be lazy.
Even among the hardworking Chinese, more and more of the younger generation would rather order takeout than cook at home, not to mention in a place like America.
By now, many people were no longer interested in going further, which meant that they would have to spend more time traveling and returning home.
Thus, Chef Han hadn't even started selling much, but Carolyn's cupcakes were already selling like hotcakes.
Carrying the name "Channing," she was born with a unique "hobby" for money.
Her father had swindled a bunch of rich people in New York, so she was naturally skilled at driving up prices and carrying customers.
Besides, she was the woman who dared to sell Max's cupcakes for seven dollars on her first day at the restaurant, and then pocketed the difference of five dollars.
Now that the cupcakes were a joint business between her and Max, she naturally had the right to raise the price.
In any case, she had already said that the five-dollar cupcakes were a "special offer" from the professional pastry chef, and that they would only sell out.
Didn't Chris boast that he was a professional with eighteen different ways to make a cake? It was true that he and Max had made the cupcakes together.
What Carolyn said was the truth, and she wasn't lying at all.
It had to be said that she had grasped the opportunity well. The fifty cupcakes she brought were sold out in less than half an hour.
In comparison, the turnover of the temporary chef Han wasn't even one-fifth of the cakes.
Delighted, Carolyn could only wake up Max, who was sleeping at home, and ask him to bring the rest of the cupcakes.
Usually, fifty cupcakes were enough to sell for two days. Who knew that business would be so good today?
I really hope that the water pipe will explode for a few more days. That was what a certain unscrupulous female cake seller prayed.
When Max dragged a few boxes of cupcakes over like an old bull, Carolyn was overjoyed.
Max had been complaining that she still had back pain and leg cramps, but when she heard that the five-dollar "special offer" cakes were in short supply, she was so shocked that her mouth fell open. "What?"
Carolyn could only pull her into the storage room and tell her the excuse for raising the price, as well as explain why the five-dollar cakes were selling better than the 1.50 ones.
Max's aching back disappeared without a trace. "I'm not tired of picking up money for free."
The cakes were sold for 1.50 and 5 dollars, and the price had tripled, but the profit was five or six times higher.
The two women, who were short of money, couldn't let go of this windfall.
In fact, Max only brought the remaining half of the cake, because he had made too much last night.
Even though Carolyn had asked her to bring all of them, she couldn't move seven or eight boxes of cupcakes on the subway, even if there were fewer people on the subway today.
That task could only be left to Carolyn. Max happily counted the money she made selling the cakes in the shop.
In her words, it wasn't easy to get tired when you saw the money, but it was tiring to move the cakes.
By ten in the evening, the cupcakes were sold out, and there were basically no customers in the fast food restaurant.
The two women were exhausted, but they were delighted.
Now that they had nothing to do, no customers, and made a "lot of money," the two women simply sat down next to the cashier and started scrolling through their phones.
They had to thank Titanium Phone Company's dominance of the high-end market, which allowed the other large phone companies to focus on low-end smartphones. Only then would they have a chance to counterattack and become the king.
A low-end smartphone could be bought for a hundred dollars.
Of course, it had never been a problem in the United States where "second-hand goods" that were almost brand new came from.
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