On the second day of opening the store, the bald man did not come to cause trouble again, and the entire day surprisingly passed in quiet calm.
Su Wen was a bit puzzled. Had Song Xincai just given up like that?
Or did Mr. Zhang feel that he was no match and didn't dare to come again?
Having no one causing trouble was naturally a good thing. Su Wen saw more than ten patients that day, and the day's income reached over two thousand.
Bai Kemeng's money-loving little eyes lit up, and she calculated the earnings with her fingers while closing the shop.
"We earned over eight thousand yesterday, and over two thousand today, so that averages out to five thousand a day."
"Doesn't that mean over a hundred thousand a month?"
Bai Kemeng's pupils dilated; she had invested a few thousand yuan in Su Wen's business, acting as a mini shareholder.
