The stall was alive with the familiar sounds of sizzling oil, clinking coins, and the chatter of customers. The evening rush had begun, and despite having extra hands to help, Noah couldn't afford to slow down.
He moved with practiced efficiency, dipping corndogs into batter, dropping them into the fryer, and spinning around just in time to grab the next set of skewers. Beside him, Rina worked the grill, flipping burgers with quick, sharp movements, while Sophia stood at the register, handling orders.
"Two corndogs, extra cheese! One burger, no onions! Three sodas!" she called out without looking up.
Noah barely glanced at her, his hands working on instinct as he plated food. The stall was running smoother than ever.
But even though things were going well, he could feel it the weight of responsibility pressing down on him.
Because no matter how much help he had, the stall was still his.
If anything went wrong, if sales dropped, if ingredients ran out it was on him.
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As Noah reached for another batch of corndogs, a soft chime rang in his ears.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
A translucent blue screen appeared before him, invisible to everyone else.
> New Mission Available!
Mission: Expansion Effort
Description: Your business has reached a turning point. It's time to think bigger. Expand your stall or open a second location to increase revenue and establish yourself further.
Requirements:
Increase daily earnings to ₱5,000 for five consecutive days. (0/5)
Establish connections with at least two reliable suppliers. (0/2)
Hire at least one more employee. (0/1)
Reward:
Business Growth Points (+50)
Special Skill: Logistics Management (Level 1)
Additional Upgrade for Food Stall
Noah's hands froze for a split second.
An expansion mission?
He knew that growing his business was inevitable, but having a structured goal made it feel more… real.
His stall was already operating at full capacity most nights. If he wanted to increase sales, he'd either have to expand this location, or open another stall somewhere else.
The thought made his stomach twist with excitement and anxiety.
He wasn't afraid of hard work. But expansion meant more risks, more responsibilities, and more things that could go wrong.
Still…
This was his chance.
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By the time the rush finally slowed, Noah could feel exhaustion seeping into his bones.
He wiped his forehead with the back of his arm, glancing at the clock. 9:45 PM.
Almost closing time.
Sophia counted the bills in the register, humming under her breath. Rina wiped down the grill, stretching her arms with a yawn.
"Another day done," she said. "I swear, if I smell like grilled meat one more time, I might just become a burger myself."
Noah snorted. "That'd be an improvement."
She tossed a rag at him.
Sophia, not looking up, muttered, "Both of you shut up and help me count."
Rina laughed but grabbed a stack of bills.
Despite his exhaustion, Noah felt something close to contentment.
The stall was running smoothly. His earnings were growing. His skills were improving.
But now, with the system pushing him toward expansion, he had an even bigger challenge ahead.
His phone buzzed in his pocket.
He pulled it out and frowned at the screen.
A text message.
From an unknown number.
Unknown Number: Are you still at your stall? We need to talk.
Noah narrowed his eyes.
Something about the message felt… off.
A strange feeling settled in his stomach.
His life had been going too smoothly lately. Too easy.
Noah stared at the message on his phone, his fingers hovering over the screen.
Unknown Number: Are you still at your stall? We need to talk.
His instincts told him to ignore it. After all, he had enough on his plate already, between running his business, going to school, and now, the system's expansion mission, the last thing he needed was some mysterious text adding to his problems.
But something about the wording nagged at him.
"We need to talk."
Not "I need to talk."
Whoever this was, they weren't alone.
Noah sighed. He had two choices: respond and see what this was about, or ignore it and focus on his business.
His gut told him he'd regret ignoring it.
With a quick breath, he typed back:
Noah: Who is this?
The reply came almost instantly.
Unknown Number: Meet me outside your stall in five minutes.
His brows furrowed. Whoever this was, they were already nearby.
Noah glanced at Rina and Sophia, who were still counting the cash. Should he tell them?
Before he could decide, a soft chime rang in his ears.
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[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
> Expansion Mission Update!
Your business is growing, and the system has detected multiple potential paths for expansion. To assist you in making the right decision, the system will provide guidance based on your current progress and market conditions.
Would you like to receive detailed expansion strategies?
[Yes] | [No]
Noah didn't hesitate. He tapped [Yes] immediately.
A new translucent screen appeared, filled with detailed options.
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[System Expansion Guide]
Option 1: Upgrade the Current Stall
Cost: ₱20,000 - ₱30,000
Requirements: Secure additional cooking space, purchase better equipment, increase staff efficiency.
Pros: Lower risk, maintains existing customer base, improves quality.
Cons: Limited growth potential, space constraints, competitors may adapt.
Option 2: Open a Second Stall in a New Location
Cost: ₱50,000 - ₱80,000
Requirements: Find a suitable high-traffic location, hire a new employee, secure a secondary supply chain.
Pros: Doubles income potential, expands brand reach, diversifies revenue.
Cons: Higher upfront cost, increased management difficulty, risks splitting attention.
Option 3: Partner with an Existing Business
Cost: ₱10,000 - ₱20,000 (Initial Investment)
Requirements: Find a compatible business (e.g., a convenience store, café, or local diner) willing to share space.
Pros: Lower cost, built-in customer base, shared resources.
Cons: Less control over branding, potential conflicts with the business owner.
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Noah exhaled slowly.
Each option had its benefits and risks. Expanding the stall was the safest bet, but its growth potential was limited. Opening a second stall was the most ambitious and profitable in the long run, but it required a significant investment. Partnering with another business was the cheapest route, but he'd lose some independence.
He was still processing the options when Sophia's voice snapped him back.
"Noah, what's up? You've been staring at nothing for a full minute."
He blinked and glanced at her. "Just thinking about the next step for the stall."
Sophia's eyes brightened. "Oh! Are we expanding?"
"Something like that," he muttered.
Rina crossed her arms. "Well, if we are, we better get a raise."
Noah shook his head with a small smile. "We'll see."
His gaze drifted back to the text on his phone.
First, he had to deal with whoever was waiting outside.
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The streets were quieter now. Most of the other food vendors had packed up, leaving only the occasional customer passing by.
Noah stepped outside, scanning the area.
Then, he saw them.
A man in his mid-thirties, dressed in a simple but clean polo shirt and jeans, stood a few meters away. He had a calm but firm expression, the kind that belonged to someone used to handling tough situations.
Beside him stood a younger man, maybe in his early twenties, wearing a plain hoodie with his hands stuffed in his pockets. His gaze was sharp, scanning Noah like he was sizing him up.
Noah's instincts screamed caution.
The older man took a step forward, nodding in greeting.
"Noah Quinn?"
Noah didn't answer immediately. "Who's asking?"
The man didn't seem offended by his wariness. "My name is Marco Vasquez. This is Ray." He gestured to the younger man beside him. "We're here because we've been watching your business for a while now."
Noah tensed.
That didn't sound like a coincidence.
"What do you want?"
Marco smiled slightly. "Relax, kid. We're not here to cause trouble. In fact…" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card, handing it over.
Noah took it, glancing down.
> Marco Vasquez
Small Business Consultant – Independent Investor
He frowned, looking back up.
"You're an investor?"
Marco nodded. "Something like that."
"And why are you watching my stall?"
Ray, the younger man, finally spoke, his tone casual but firm.
"Because you're not just some kid running a food stall." He smirked. "We can see it, you're trying to build something bigger."
Noah's fingers tightened around the card.
Marco chuckled. "We're here to talk about a business opportunity, Noah."
The weight of responsibility on Noah's shoulders just got heavier.
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End of Chapter 19
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