Beside the trash can, Cheng Zhu tossed his extinguished cigarette butt into the bin.
Compared to grand figures like "Alibaba's Jack Ma," the average Joe "Ma Huateng," and the penniless "Wang Jianlin," this Boss Cheng with a modest eight-thousand-yuan earnings could only be considered small-time.
But, after all, this was just within the university, and he was merely a freshman who had just started the semester.
It was only four thirty in the afternoon now, and the peak hours for a claw machine shop like this should be in the evening, which meant, revenue was bound to surge tonight!
If Cheng Zhu wasn't blowing smoke, and he hadn't inflated his numbers, then breaking ten thousand in daily sales was a sure thing.
This figure would have been enough to impress Pei Yan, even making him feel like Cheng Zhu had shown him up big time.
To think, Pei Yan didn't even believe that this tiny claw machine shop could rival the first-day revenue of a small arcade before the sun had set!
