"Hello, your phone number ends with..."
"3612."
Wang Ya reported the phone number to the food delivery guy, picked up the delivery ordered by Fennec Fox, and walked towards the dormitory.
"At night, do they still have military training? I wonder if selling Mixue Bingcheng here would make any sense," the food delivery guy, seeing some people in camouflage walking around campus, thought to himself.
From what he observed, there didn't seem to be any decent cold drink shops around.
And judging by the environment on campus, it looked like military training. If he went to Mixue Bingcheng tomorrow, packed two hundred cups of lemonade and set up a booth at the school gate, the price difference might be more profitable than running deliveries.
"Great! Setting up a stall it is!" After seeing the delivery fee was over forty yuan, the delivery guy, with a confident smile, rode away on his electric scooter.
Also on an electric scooter, Wang Ya returned to Fennec Fox's dormitory.
