Operation Feed The Streets 5

Chapter 19.

Right now, I have sold 8 steaks, which netted me $240. But two people had dips on it. I had no problem with Uncle Ken because I knew he would most likely not collect the money, and even if he did, it would be to help me in some way.

Uncle Ken's 30% of the $240 is 72, and Rose is just $12 now. Which would leave me with $156. But I think after sales today I should put down a lot of expenses to thin down my profits. Doing this would help me not anticipate profit but prepare for every expense that comes with grilling steaks.

I think updating my status would help me figure out where I am heading.

Name: Travis Wilson

Age: 22

Job status: Self-employed

Physical State: 5 out of 10

Bank Account: $7967

Instagram Followers:164

Overview: He is currently improving his life bit by bit but still not enough

Task to be done before the end of the week.

1. Invest in something!

2. Register at a gym!

3. Get a new apartment!

4. Make sure to attain at least a 90% winning streak in sports betting!

5. Get better clothes!

6. Contact your high school friends.

Looking at my status right now made me feel elated because I remembered that on Friday night I had less than a thousand, but right now I have a high probability of moving past the 10,000 column.

'Hahahahaha, how far I have come.' Man, I really needed an applause because I am not sure someone can turn $100 into the amount of money I have using the way I did. And even if someone did so, they should fuck themselves because this is my story and not theirs.

When I looked at the time, I noticed it was 10 minutes to 7 p.m., which made me begin to prepare myself for the upcoming hustle I was about to go through.

Looking at Uncle Ken made me realise he is a normal man, just lucky. And I forgot one thing: this life was not an anime or novel but real life, and I was in the United States of America in the year 2024. 

And we have just 3 months until we vote for the president of this great nation. Those wanting to know about the future, I cannot tell you because you are not in my timeline, so suck yourself. But I can tell you that 2024 is going to be a hard time for you all. Also, in the Euro 2024, an underrated team managed to lift the Euro 2024. So bet wisely in June.

'But wait, this novel is not about politics so let's move on from where we left off.'

I began to place my 4 marginated steaks on the grill and began brushing them with honey as I turned them over. The sweet scent of the grilling steak managed to achieve what I envisioned.

It attracted the attention of the people in the bar. Earlier this evening, I charged 30 dollars because I felt it was too expensive, but I could not help but add another 10 dollars to it.

"Rose, come here; the steaks are ready to be served."

Rose came over and began to carry the plastic plates with the steak on top of them. But before Rose went off to dish out the steaks, I told her that she should sell them for 40 dollars instead of 30 dollars.

I noticed she looked happy because I think she calculated her 5% and realized that amount did not amount to much. I am happy it was only 5% because if it were 10%, I think I would be running on a losing streak.

After an hour, I was done selling all the remaining 15 steaks, and orders for more kept coming in. I could tell Rose to get the much-needed steak but decided not to do so because I wanted to build anticipation for tomorrow.

I made Rose publicly announce that the steaks had been finished, but tomorrow there would be more, so they should get their money ready because she would be serving them again tomorrow.

She placed her hands under her breasts to prove her point. I noticed the other waitresses laughing out loud as they watched what Rose did.

After a while, Rose came closer to me, obviously for her share of her money. I had to pay 5% of the first 8 steaks, which were sold for 30 dollars, and the later 15 she sold for 40 dollars. I was sure she had received a lot of tips, which was unfair from my point of view because I think the person behind the meal is the one who should be tipped instead of the one serving.

But who am I to complain when I am guilty of such crimes? I first gave her 12 dollars and began to calculate 5% out of 600, which was just 30 dollars. I knew she was not happy with only receiving 42 dollars for all her displays, but who am I to complain? 

She decided on the percentage, thinking I would be mass cooking the steaks, but it turns out the joke is on her.

"You should really get another griller and buy a lot of steaks tomorrow because I do not want to receive this chicken change as a commission ever again. Do you hear me, Travis?"

She said it in the Latina style of speaking. This instantly reminded me of one of my favorite Latinas, Rose Monroe, when moaning. Hehhehehhehehhehe.

"And wipe those nasty thoughts out of your head. I am never a loser like you, boy. Get a life and stop stalking girls.". 

I looked at her back, dumbfounded, as she walked away.