Using the term "abundant harvest" here might not be quite appropriate, but Fan Tianyu felt it was exceptionally fitting.
Because today's earnings were incredibly substantial. After resting enough, Fan Tianyu poured all of today's income into the garbage bag, and then began sorting the money into piles of 10 and 20. Only after bundling 100 yuan together did he start counting the day's total.
One hundred, two hundred, three thousand, ten thousand, ... forty-eight thousand yuan.
Fan Tianyu was so shocked he covered his mouth, hardly believing that this was just the fruit of a single morning's labor.
48,000 yuan minus the purchase costs of 23,000 yuan left a profit of 25,000 yuan. Of this, 30%—which is 7,500 yuan—belonged to Mei Mengzhen, and the remaining 17,500 yuan were all his.
Fan Tianyu wished he had the ability of Shiva; he just complained about being tired, but what was there to be tired about? Wasn't making money fragrant?