Hearing Nie Xiaoyu's words, the busy attendants unanimously stopped their work and looked at her curiously.
They had no idea how many cups of milk tea they had sold that day; they just knew they had been swamped with business not long after opening that morning.
Even during lunch, they had taken turns eating quickly.
Chen Nan also turned to look at Nie Xiaoyu, eagerly anticipating the day's sales.
"Thirty-six thousand five hundred and eighty," Nie Xiaoyu said with an excited face, announcing a number that even she found hard to believe.
Upon hearing this.
Everyone's scalp tingled.
A thick layer of goosebumps even rose on Chen Nan's body.
To have reached thirty-six thousand yuan in one day's sales was just outrageous.
Moreover, this was under the circumstance that [Fruit Tea] only had one product. If there had been more options, the sales would surely have been more than thirty-six thousand yuan!
