As Cheng Su expected, by the time the dining car was delivered to the restaurant and the day to open for business arrived, her money, which was less than four yuan, had dwindled to just two yuan.
With two yuan, she made a trip to the market, and at most she could only buy some of the cheapest radishes and Chinese cabbage. As for meat, like pork ribs and chicken, she could forget about it. She could get some fatty pork, but that too wouldn't be enough. Even the simplest restaurant opening would require some other kinds of meat.
What to do?
Cheng Su returned home despondently, lying on the bed, staring blankly.
It was really true that everything was ready except for the crucial element. Just a little bit short. If only she had known, she would have cut down the transfer fee she paid Sister Wang and the others by ten yuan. Paying two yuan more in interest when repaying wouldn't have left her in such an embarrassing situation now.
