The crowd sniffed, eyes brightening. One man shrugged. "Fine, give me one. Outside food's the same greasy junk every day."
Lee Wonho quickly added with a flourish, "Six dishes total, all randomized—could be pork belly, meatballs, tenderloin, or even shredded pork with Beijing sauce. It's like a blind box, but edible."
That did it. Curiosity and hunger did the rest.
Within twenty minutes, the entire stack of thirty-two lunchboxes was gone. Thirty-one sold, one in the guard's belly, plus six extra rice boxes offloaded for a buck each.
Lee Wonho counted the crumpled bills, heart swelling. $471. One meal. Do it twice a day, nearly $900. A month of this? Over twenty grand.
He pushed the empty cart back to the cafeteria with his head held high and chest puffed like a general returning from war.
"Mr. Kim Suho put me in logistics. Everyone thought I was useless. Ha! Who's useless now? Twenty grand in savings! This is only the beginning."
Half a Month Later
