Back at apartment 0418, Meng Jie was already gone.
Chen Yansen opened the refrigerator. Inside was a row of vacuum-sealed beef soups and two fried dough sticks wrapped in tofu skin.
He took one out, put it in the microwave for two minutes, and took a large bite. It was still savory and crispy.
Chen Yansen walked over to the sofa and sat down. He opened his laptop while eating, first checking the project group's messages, then glancing over the sales data from the last three days.
Daily active users had reached 2.8 million, with over 500,000 orders per day. Daily sales had broken the 30 million yuan mark, a 20% increase from April.
"Looks like we won't have to wait until June for FoxTao's monthly sales to break one billion," Chen Yansen muttered to himself, finishing the fried dough wrap in a few bites.
