"Hey, buddy, are you out of your mind, going to set up a stall and practice medicine? Did your head get squished by a door?" Lin Shang said.
Fang Yi smiled slightly and replied, "Why not? I'm about to use this ten thousand yuan to start a business, so naturally, I should do what I can manage. Of course, it's not just practicing medicine at a stall, I can do some other things too."
"Like what?"
"The most profitable small businesses nowadays are definitely street stalls. You're right, just as Yao Bo said earlier, I was maybe being a bit too optimistic, but it's not a bad idea after all. While practicing medicine, I could set up a barbecue stall next to it, how could I not make money?"
As Fang Yi spoke, a contemplative look crossed his face; in fact, what Yao Bo had mentioned was indeed an idea, and as he spoke, Fang Yi's mind surged with thoughts prompted by Yao Bo's suggestion.
