Chunhua’s heart was sour, but of course, Cheng Su had no idea. These past few days, she had been busy with the opening of her small restaurant, coming home late and leaving early, and was tired enough already. Even if she did know what others were thinking, she simply didn’t have the "international time" to care about it.
She had plenty of matters to attend to, and she was not the type to be petty.
After taking a bath, Cheng Su took out some paper and a pen, along with the money she had left from the past few days, laying it all out.
She needed to calculate the cost of running the restaurant and see how much money was left, to see if she could make it to the opening day. It was essential to have a figure in mind; otherwise, it would be a joke if the money ran out right when the opening day arrived and there was no cash left even to buy ingredients.
Holding various receipts and a notebook for tracking expenses, Cheng Su started calculating everything meticulously, serious enough to pass for an accountant.
An hour later, she looked at the few scattered banknotes on the table and let out a long sigh.
As the saying goes, "One doesn’t know the cost of firewood and rice until one keeps house, one doesn’t know the boss’s troubles until one becomes a boss". In business, even if it’s just a tiny stall, you have to calculate the cost of expenses. It’s only when everything is accounted for do you realize that everything requires money, from the large-scale operations down to a single bowl or bottle of oil.
If the funds aren’t abundant, the headache of managing finances to ensure business operations becomes a reality, and running a business like this without sufficient money would likely add a couple of white hairs.
Now, Cheng Su was precisely the one who should worry about getting white hair because the money she had scraped together was running low.
Booking a food cart, printing flyers, as well as this and that purchase, she was now left with less than four Taiguo dollars.
"Money really doesn’t last," Cheng Su looked at the few banknotes and felt a headache coming on again.
How was she going to open the restaurant with just a few dollars? And moreover, it wasn’t even opening day yet.
So, she had to forget about decorating the restaurant; without money for ingredients, what decoration could she even talk about?
And then there was hiring staff.

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