Vengeful spirits? Let's get out of the dungeon first!

Chapter 37 What the hell is useless?

"Brother Sun, could you spare two barrels of oil from your side? I'll pay you!"

"Yuanchao, this is all rapeseed oil, it has a strong raw taste, can your noodle shop use it?"

"Don't you have soybean oil?"

"Soybean oil is too expensive; my family can't afford it."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yuanchao sat in a chair and thought about where else he could borrow oil.

I called Weimin earlier, but he didn't answer. When I asked, he said he had already driven off and probably passed the highway toll station.

The oil from other large grain and oil stations in the city isn't as good as theirs, so the noodle shop is naturally unwilling to lower its quality.

"Master, I have the contact information for a smuggled oil dealer. Why don't you call and ask him later?"

"Have you lost your mind again? I don't want any other oil, why would I go to a smuggler?"

"I heard from them that this oil is good, but they have one less step in the procedures."

Just hang in there for a few days, it should be fine.

Zhang Yuanchao scratched his head and didn't say much, but deep down he was still unwilling to buy smuggled oil.

After all, the quality of their oil varies, and if he had come by boat, he might have been accused of smuggling.

The oil in the drum can only last until noon tomorrow at most. We can't let these customers eat at Hongmei Fast Food.

"Let me think about it first. If it really doesn't work, I'll go to the mall to buy it."

"That's way too expensive!"

"There's nothing we can do about the high price!"

That afternoon, for some reason, the noodle shop was incredibly busy.

Moreover, everyone wanted to eat oil-splashed noodles, so the cooking oil in the kitchen quickly ran out.

"What should we do, Master? I don't know if we'll have enough oil for tonight."

"You stay home and do your work, I'm going to the mall!"

Even a middle-aged man doesn't have the strength he had when he was young; he only managed to carry back four buckets of the highest quality silver ribbonfish soybean oil.

But the oil in the store comes in five-liter plastic containers, so this trip only provides enough for three days.

I'm making chili oil tonight, which will use up two buckets of oil.

Moreover, it's much more expensive than a tin bucket. Even if the system gives Zhang Yuanchao more than 10,000 yuan every month, it won't cultivate a wasteful personality.

"I'll use this for now, and buy more if it's not enough."

"Master, if all else fails, let's call the smugglers. If Weimin is late getting back, our costs will be too high!"

"No!"

A week passed quickly, during which Zhang Yuanchao went to buy it twice more.

I bought fifteen barrels of oil, which cost over a thousand yuan, more than a third more expensive than the tin barrels.

"Hey, is that Weimin? When are you coming back? Uncle Zhang, I'm still waiting for your oil!"

"Oh? Uncle Zhang, why don't you save some money? I just bought the tickets and am taking my parents to the south for a trip."

"Why don't you ask your relatives if they live in Jinchuan? Uncle Zhang is really short of oil here!"

The other side paused briefly, but didn't bring any good news.

"Uncle Zhang, it would be better if my son hadn't gone to a boarding high school, then my wife could have stayed at home."

Now that the keys are out, there are two companies on Heishui Road that we have a good relationship with, but the oil comes from the south.

"You've always needed oil from Beidahuang; other suppliers don't stock this kind."

"Alright then, you show your dad around, and when you come back, we'll eat noodles at Uncle Zhang's."

After putting the microphone back, Zhang Yuanchao took out cash from his pocket.

Two days ago, when Zhang Cheng was providing legal aid, he met two migrant workers who were in dire straits and they borrowed three thousand yuan from him.

I was thinking that the monthly salary system would be available on the first of the month to tide me over, but I completely forgot that it's only the fifteenth now.

"Master, look what this is?"

Fan Qiusheng, who had just run in through the back door, was carrying a large tin bucket. He opened the lid, and the rich aroma of soybean oil quickly filled Zhang Yuanchao's nose.

"Qiusheng, where did this come from?"

"That smuggler! I just ran into Xu Hongmei; she bought her oil there too. She looked so pleased with me."

Zhang Yuanchao poured the entire bucket of oil into the plastic containers used for dispensing at the noodle shop, and even poured out a little to check carefully.

The flavor is authentic, no problem, it should be this year's new oil.

"Don't worry, sir, I've checked the remaining three buckets, and they taste the same!"

"Bring them all over here, let me take a look."

Three metal buckets were brought in one after another, but some clues could still be gleaned from Fan Qiusheng's actions.

The oil drum lost its balance, causing Fan Qiusheng to grimace as it hit the ground with a dull thud.

"Pour it out."

"We don't need that many, Master."

"Listen to me, pour it all out!"

Normally, these metal buckets can hold at least twenty liters, but the five-liter buckets poured into the noodle shop could only hold one liter before running out of liquid.

Seeing this, Fan Qiusheng also curiously looked into the oil drum, but could only see the bottom of the metal sheet.

Pulling out an iron skewer from the corner of the kitchen, Zhang Yuanchao kicked Fan Qiusheng aside and plunged it into the skewer.

In an instant, a strong, pungent odor burst forth, even bringing tears to Fan Qiusheng's eyes.

"You heartless bastards! This is fucking gutter oil!"

"This is the smuggled oil you bought on your own! How much did it cost in total?!"

"It's not expensive, only 70% of what Weimin's family buys."

Fan Qiusheng, who had screwed the lid on the oil drum, stood up timidly, but Zhang Yuanchao didn't curse him; he simply poured out the remaining good oil.

So, when you do the math, the four metal containers I bought don't even hold 40 liters of usable oil, and they're more expensive than soybean oil from the store.

Fan Qiusheng didn't dare to ask his master for reimbursement; he was lucky if he didn't get scolded.

"Throw it away quickly, it'll be ruined if someone comes to inspect!"

"Boss, what's wrong with it?"

A familiar voice came from outside the door. Qin Ye pinched his nose and walked over. The whole kitchen smelled like a sewer.

Fan Qiusheng's mouth was wide open, about to dislocate, and the stench went straight in.

But before he could vomit, he grabbed the buckets of oil and prepared to head out the back door.

"Brother, put it down. That guy selling gutter oil has already been caught. The city management officers are right at the back gate."

This time, Qin Ye didn't bring that annoying guy from last time, but the ones behind him looked even more intimidating.

Three seals were affixed directly to the tin oil drum, and the remaining good oil was naturally not spared either, being directly loaded onto the semi-trailer at the door.

The diners who came were disgusted by the smell and lost their appetite, leaving only the staff in the entire noodle shop.

"Boss, the crackdown on gutter oil is the strictest right now, why are you still going against the grain?"

"Mr. Qin, my apprentice was scammed into buying this oil, and he hasn't even used it yet."

Everyone present naturally knew that the gutter oil was newly purchased; otherwise, it would have been either a safety issue or police intervention.

But simply buying it already violates the law; it's just a matter of degree.

"But the physical evidence is here, so there's nothing we can do. This is the penalty list; remember to submit it before the end of the month."

Fan Qiusheng felt like the sky had fallen when he saw the 20,000 yuan fine on the bill; the oil hadn't even cost 500 yuan.

She plopped down on the ground, covered her eyes, and whimpered.

As these people gradually walked away, the diners at the door began to whisper among themselves.

Words like "heartless" and "black money" appeared frequently, causing customers who were already observing to leave one after another.

Zhang Yuanchao kicked Fan Qiusheng in the back, abruptly stopping the sobbing.

"Master, it's all my fault. I'll sell everything I own to pay your fine!"

Shut your mouth!

I have the money. If you cry again, get out of here!