From Wage Slave to Tycoon novel Chapter 265

Chapter 265: Chapter 166: 3 Yuan Canteen

San Yuan Canteen didn’t look very big, only about 300 square feet or so, but a long line had already formed at its entrance.

Su Chen took a look and noticed that most of the people in line were elderly. There were almost no young people.

This surprised Su Chen. For so many elderly people to voluntarily line up like this, this restaurant had to be something special.

Unable to contain his curiosity, he turned to a slightly hunched middle-aged man in front of him and asked, "Sir, what’s the deal with this San Yuan Canteen? Why is it all elderly people lining up?"

The middle-aged man turned around. His somewhat cloudy eyes looked Su Chen up and down before he spoke. "Judging by your accent, you’re not from Zheng Island, are you? A tourist?"

Su Chen nodded. "Yeah, I just got here yesterday afternoon."

The man got an "I knew it" look on his face. He turned back to look at the bustling San Yuan Canteen and said slowly, "The owner of this restaurant is a truly good person."

"Most of the people lining up are lonely elderly folks who live nearby. Life is very hard for them. San Yuan Canteen provides them with three free meals a day."

After saying this, he seemed to remember something and quickly added, "The shop is also open for regular business, you just can’t dine in."

Just as he finished speaking, Su Chen caught sight of several more elderly people arriving behind them out of the corner of his eye. They were hunched over, with sallow complexions and so thin you could hardly see any flesh on their bones. One of them had arrived on a homemade "two-wheeler."

The two-wheeler was incredibly simple, just two tires and an iron rod. The man’s upper legs were fixed to the rod, and he moved by pushing the wheels with his hands.

Su Chen was shocked by the sight. ’How can something like that still exist? Can he not even afford a wheelchair?’

Amid his shock, Su Chen overheard the elderly people chatting amongst themselves.

"Where are you going to collect scrap today?" "I’m going to work as a mover over there." These words struck Su Chen like bolts of lightning.

These people all looked to be in their fifties or sixties. How could they still be doing such work just to survive?

He recalled what the middle-aged man had said—that the people who came to San Yuan Canteen were lonely and elderly, people who even struggled to get a meal. In that light, collecting scrap or working as movers to earn money suddenly seemed understandable.

Soon, it was Su Chen’s turn. He finally got a clear look inside San Yuan Canteen.

There were only two or three tables inside, all occupied by people with mobility issues or in wheelchairs. They were all eating their breakfast quietly.

"You want a breakfast too?" The man handing out the meals, who looked to be in his thirties, gave Su Chen a strange look.

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